#mochimochirabbit

And maybe, I'll find out A way to make it back someday To watch you, to guide you through the darkest of your days

Jun really likes to bake, it helps him relax and take his mind off of anything bothering him. he loves to share his  snacks with his friends and loved ones.He would also gladly help someone bake if they asked. He would honestly Jump at the chance.

The leviathan couldn’t even remember the last time the village had been so... peaceful. Normally, the human tribe close by would be wreaking havoc at this time of night. Had they had some trouble feeding their militias?

It was a horrible thing to wish upon others, but if that meant his people could be safe, he hoped so.

...Speaking of food.

The faint smell of a rabbit hung in the cold air. It had some strange power to it, suggesting that this wasn’t just some rabbit who managed to get away from being someone’s meal (Aosame never understood such a thing, rabbits just didn’t seem all that filling to him). Actually, after a few seconds, he recognized the scent and immediately began looking about the surrounding area.

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Seeing his mother patting the seat next causes Brave to jump in excitement before taking the seat. He smiles happily at Yumigami before taking out the box containing the mochi.  The mochi he had brought for his mother had cute little faces on them, including some bunny ones

“Well I knew a friend who knew another friend that makes these sweets. They were kind enough to send me these after I helped escort one of their family members awhile back. It’s so nice to have connections to amazing things. But anyways, these mochi have ice cream in them! I hope you don’t mind mom.”

Brave then holds the box and offers one to his mother. Today seemed like the perfect day to spend time with his mom, even the weather agreed.

As for Fang, he lies behind Yumigami and Brave and smiles. Seeing the boy happy in turn made the spirit happy.

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“Only a couple of hours... I think. Dunno. Been napping.”

The rat paused to think how long he may have been asleep for but a moment before Yumigami’s name-calling finally registered to him... Don’t look at him like that! He was asleep!

That’s the real illusion. You only THINK you’re wearing their armor after. … yeah, I dunno, man…

“Ah.”

Of course it was in the name of being a pest. He should’ve come to expect such by now. Now about that dango she keeps shoving in his face.

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Nippon was a country that had suffered its fair share of hardship, but it was one that had known prosperity too.  Nowadays especially, things were looking up for the Land of the Rising Wolf Brush Goddess.  With Amaterasu returned to her full glory and splendor, and with Yami defeated, Nippon had entered a new golden age of prosperity.  Humans and gods alike returned to a happiness some had feared, in those darkest days, that they would never know again.  It was a time of hope and joy aplenty.

Yet even in times such as these, perfection simply wasn’t possible.  Youkai, especially, were still a threat in certain places throughout the land.  Though the problem was nowhere near as bad nor as prevalent now that the Master of the Sun had been returned to her proper place, still they existed, and still they claimed their victims.  A few Kami and those humans practiced in Onmyoji did what they could to protect Nippon’s people, but there was only so much that so few could do...

One can only imagine what people must have felt when tales of an entirely new Youkai began to circulate throughout the villages.  They said that this Youkai took the form of a young woman with skin as dark as night...that she wore a strange, perhaps even foreign garb...that she had the wings of a bat, whose tips were eternally coated in fresh blood...that where the whites of her eyes should be, only the void remained, and that her irises were a burning and hateful red.  She was cold and cruel, ready to lash all who came before her with a viper’s tongue and a tiger’s claws...or so the stories went.  

A portion of the rumor mill, however, painted a slightly different picture.  This subdued minority claimed that, though this Youkai was brutal and callous, she also never was one to strike first.  These particular rumors claimed that, no matter what she said or otherwise did, this new beast had not once been the one to draw first blood.  The most ludicrous of all these more nonsensical fantasies was that the only time she had ever been seen feeding on another creature, it had been a Youkai that had attacked her while she was on the road.

What was the truth, and what was mere fable...who could say, really?  However, one thing remained consistent across all the myriad tales of this newest monster: she had first appeared at the very southernmost tip of Nippon, and now was slowly making her way north along the most oft-traveled roads.  In fact, if one were to be traveling along those paths now, one may very well meet this fearsome woman and risk her fury.