Recent content by Hazanko Miya

To see the wisps of white curl about as the drink gained its color. How they rose, a veil of mysteries through which truth danced betwixt the twists and spirals so thin, no mortal hand could hope to stitch. "No," he replied with a soft smile. Easy, where hers was tight. "Oddly enough, I came...

A sound grumbled from the old shaman's throat. Words left unsaid between the two of them. Until truth burned its way across their dance in the darkness of each other's hearts. "Hey," he cut, voice the more firm as the harsh twang of the Biwa shook across the teahouse. Harsh enough to have...

Kazumichi rolled, fell, smacked against the floor, and somehow got up. Limped. His mask, still on through it all. "I shall not fall without a fight, executioner," he spat the word like a curse. His hands already down at his sides to snap up paper talismans betwixt his fingers. Where the fine...

A brief nod, to welcome the apology, and a wave of the hand, to dismiss any ill feeling that may have lingered in the attendant's mind. What was offered would do. While the set from which Stella made ready her brew, glimmered and gleamed with all the promise of the stars, refracted and...

There was a genuine fondness there, in the gleam that lit the scarred man's eyes. Almost as if he had found a long lost echo. A resonant soul. Familiar, amidst a sea of the unfamiliar. "Of all the things I thought I would find, amidst such a place," he said, a smile clear as the sun, cresting...

Twas in the eyes. How they hungered with a star's luminance. Curios as they burned so clear across all the veils between breaths. Truth, spun from the ash of boundless mysteries. "I am cool winds, Come across proud wheat, Moth's wings against blue sky," He went on, and did not let his eyes...

His smile stayed sharp. Springful. "One mask for another then," he said as he leaned his head forward. The bells shift with their uniform chime. Crisp as a breeze. And he pulled the dragon's head away from his own visage. Set it down, careful, that nary a sound came from the strings of silver...

A journey, across guarded corridors and up secreted stairwells. Each steady step chimed clear with the ring of his silver bells, and shone with the array of mirrored lights, that did flicker and bounce across the stones that took them further and further from the noise of the clamoring crowds...

For all the flare and life of the music, nothing caught his pulse quite so much as her gaze. A bright wonder that hid a sea of mysteries that burned just beneath bottomless depths. Electric and calming contradictions. He was snared. And smiled all the more for it. The look of her eyes twined...

"Wisdom, as well as grace," he said with a pleased rumble to his voice, and his head shift, as easy as a curl of steam, set the mirrors of his mask to dazzle and shine. Sparkle, as if to show the delight the fanged visage hid beneath its gleeful snarl. "It would be my great pleasure, to treat...

In the green of the drink, frothy and foamy as it steamed, float a round purple toad. Ceremonial sash tied around its waist. Its belly up in the air, as its arms and legs splayed out. An odd colored lily pad, adrift in the pool. Bubbles dotted around it. Pop, pop, popped. The purple toad...

A sound came from Hazanko's throat. Low as a flat stone, come sail to the bottom of a well, full of understanding. He inclined his head, as his lips curled at the corners with some amusement. Until he felt her eyes pin him with the depth of their stare. Timeless and knowing. Like the stars...

The river raced behind her. All swell and surge, it carried the purple robed toad across its rapids, that rose and fell as spines along the back of some long beast. Slithered and slipped behind the falling shaman of iron, through the portal of paper sealed charm. All the torrent waterfalled...

"And that's when I saw them, the cutest pair of-" "What was it you just said? A band of ogres?" "And they just crawled on out of the sea!" "Ghastly stuff, really, swells right up," "And well, you see, I just, well, I have so much going on right now," Laughter. Gasps. Chatter. A sea of...

Teeth grit as Hazanko's heels dragged along the matted floor. His hands still locked in the sign for keep. His wrists twist about until Right was above left, bones pressed grooves against flesh. Veins came flat with one another. The pulse of his heart pound there between it all. "Reach what...