rider of the storm ● kydobi

[bai shi]

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[color=#7E354D]BAI SHI
" my own illusion come to be "

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a twitch of furred ears as they looked at the graves of the dead, the wind rocking through the field with an intensity that they felt in their very core, the air screaming with what they could not. "kydobi.", they murmured his name gently, eyes on the sky above, watching the bird become caught in a tangle of knots of air, their body impeccably still despite the heavy winds, fur lashing and tumbling, revealing silvery and golden marks, scars, made of scale. more pain, old pains, but memories they didn't want to remember.

"I dont wish to hurt you anymore than you already are, kydobi. I know it is hard, trust me, I have the damn experience of a thousand lives. you would think that emotion would cease to affect one so old.", slight laughter before their eyes finally turned back to him, calming the wind with their own elemental, reigning it in as the fields fell into a broken silence, many sunflowers bent over and stalks snapped.

their eyes held some degree of warmth, looking back at him, "I wish that i could change what they had done to you, ky. I wish that I could. but I cant, and I cant show you what love is, or what it does, because my family is cursed by it.", a soft murmur as they gently stepped away from the graves, picking up a few beheaded sunflowers, cleaning up an area around themselves and kydobi.

a momentary pause and slight smile, "if anything, pushing yourself to tell me of the way you feel, hurts both of us more. love is a poison, infecting those within it's touch. perhaps it's better this way, my friend, because loving you would kill one of us. it happens that way, for me at least. so call me greedy if I still care for you from a distance, letting the circumstance take from my own body.", an almost chuckle, eyes growing quiet. "things will be awkward at first, yes, but eventually it will stop hurting when we see one another. things will go back to normal. they have to, life has it's way. besides, my friend, I doubt you want much to do with a demi-god, or a family of ancient gods, at least in the way that would make you a target for those who hunt us."

they were accepting that this was occurring, had already accepted it and just had to push it down to mull over later. the pain was ever present, and throbbing in their chest and ears, making it hard to think or speak or even hear. it felt like it was going to consume them, and they could not afford to shatter under it, not even in front of their friend. the anger choked their throat, furious with themself and not him, he was innocent here.

"you are changing, kydobi, yes. you have changed. you've gained deeper emotions than what you know what to do with. I cant promise to be able to be a support for every emotion, but I am still your friend before anything else. you are changing, and I will support you the best that I can, kydobi.", they needed to change the topic before the misery crippled them, old words ringing through their mind, you unfortunate soul. love will never find you, as I have no use for you. there will be one that might find you, but he will never be yours for good. the words of the god that they hated ringing through their ears, tail flicking slightly as a throb began in their temple and rib, the wind whistling past them before they tamed it into a light breeze.

(sorry, just got off shift)