JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

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Kagemaru paces the edge of the grave site and gazes through the fog. His eyes can only pick up heat in areas, but these creatures have not produced heat in a millennia if not more. All he sees, are small animals, birds in the trees with tiny heartbeats and small ground rodents. Odd that nothing larger than a field mouse was in the area. Half listening to the beast behind him.

The gall of this man.

 “Actually if I recall correctly several mortals do know what I am and appreciate my aid in times of need.”

Not the man who I spoke to earlier, but one of the other three men who had left with the rest of the group. The nerdy looking one with thick glasses and a side swept haircut.

“It’s adorable how you assume that I have territory. What need for that would I have? It means nothing to me to own something, everything is replaceable. “

The motion cameras pick up on something in the distance, setting off a proximity alarm.

“Except for mortals. Which is why you should protect the ones who matter most to you.”

"Do you think I am the only undead creature in the realm of existence?" Slipping his hands into his pockets. Here, he wore an outfit appropriate for this country, a long tan yak-wool sweater; that he didn't need but wore anyway. Then he had on average brown pants and matching shoes. Shoes were a complicated device, ones he disliked, but mortals found that sandals were highly inappropriate for most situations outside of summer conditions or cultural ones.

"Do you know what a draugr is?" Nothing that Kagemaru says, incites violence. He spoke in a calm manner, with words used by an elderly man, kind and honest. He spoke in clear vocals with no hint of anger only soft concern.

"They are cretaures that inhabit ancient tombs, usually they enjoy fresh ones, but these four seem to enjoy the company of each other. If what their Rune stones, speaks is true. These four men are brothers who protected a village nearby. They are similar to you in fact." He points a long nailed finger at the soldier.

"But a the spirit of a raging bear inhabits them not a wolf."

Shisui forgets and almost reaches out to prevent Kagemaru from going too close to the edge. He almost forgets what the other is, for surely even if he fell inside the pit, that would be nothing for him.

"Sorry, old habits. When humans hire me I expect only humans, and they heed protection sometimes from themselves and their own curiosity." He was not hostile not in his behavior or with his tone of voice. Beast however inside him still shifted and growled, as if it wanted to have a better look at the vampire before them.

Sure, Shisui looked harsh in the military boots and clothing armed, with a communication bug in one ear, and small communication radio hanging upon his belt. Tall, black eyes, black short curly hair, harsh face lines, almond-shaped eyes, deep voice.

"Adorable, you just jest now. True, not so often but a few times I did encounter your kind. The older the vampire the more territorial it was. They never trespassed on each other's regions, it was taken as an act of war, but their word alone was worthy of a written contract. Some even had animal companions, help from witches, and so on"

Usually when Shisui would get a call from his boss, he would fill him in on a suspected preternatural creature. And yes his boss knew what Shisui is, these men under his command too, but for their own sanity, Shisui had sunglasses. The silver glow of beast eyes coming from still human face could weird out even the bravest men. There was a reason why Shisui left the army to become some sort of mercenary. Army wanted to create more of him, like him.

Back to his current job. Shisui would then do detailed research on the preternatural creature, on how it looks, where it should live, what attracts it, what is its natural weaknesses, and what is their food. This task was rushed, since all of a sudden, there were people missing.

When the alarm was sounded, with the motion of his head Shisui sense two of his men 'check it out.'

"Hold on Dr. Kagemaru, aren't draugr some sort of corporeal undead, not were animal? Norwegian folklore speaks about sea type and land type. The human type of this creature looks dead black or pale. extremely hard to kill, some with shapeshifting abilities, unknown what shape. The only other weakness the draugr has is a fire or cutting off its head. One of the witches said that fire is a natural element that should be used against them, it's as if nature itself is rebelling, fighting back against the undead. Or this is all just a wrong-interpreted myth?"

His men shortly came back one of them carrying a fox, that's what set the motion sensors off?

"Se! Vi fanget en av søskenbarna dine. (Look! We captured one of your cousins.)" One of the men joked at Shisui's expense. Fox and wolf similar family trees.

"Du rykker, la den stakkars reven gå, og kom tilbake til innlegget ditt" (You jerk, let the poor fox go, and get back to your post)" Shisui replied, shaking his head.

"Kids, they gave me kids, humans really do not know to value their lives. So what is your plan doctor?"

          Water had a particular way about it that tended to tease at the issues of the day, 'til they began drifting further and further away from the psyche -- regardless of whether one was engulfed in its embrace or not, he'd found. By all accounts, the latter notation was quite the advantageous boon; Orochimaru had always held a particular distaste for swimming that only seemed to dig its heels in more the older he got. Nightly walks by the river were, all the same, incredibly delightful. Between the lull of the fading light, and the babble of the current, one's very soul came out better for each step along the banks.

     Yet there were also times at which the river would reward such devotion with gifts. Typically, blessings from its depths were the skins of water snakes, semi-precious minerals, or the occasional shell, but tonight.... Tonight was, apparently, to be different; tonight, she had delivered a boy from gods only knew where. Distaste held lithe form back only a breath or two, before sandals were abandoned on the nearby grass in favor of gingerly fishing the boy -- one of the Uchiha teens, from the looks of him -- from deeper waters.

     Even gentler hands laid the boy down on the sand to be free to feel for vitals while eyes scanned him over for an obvious reason to be free-floating. Signs of a fight.... Facial wounds..... Orochimaru's gaze darted back upstream, seeking out those who may or may not have pursued their still-living victim. Nothing. Bringing attentions back, then, left him with the decision of what to do with the kid. There was always the hospital, but not knowing who had attacked him, or why made that a gamble, no? For now.... For now, bringing the boy into his own home and tending him there would have to work.

Water gives and takes. Water can be clean or dirty, and can give life and take it in the most cruel way. His fascination with water was shoving from a young age. The shimmering surface, on which the sun rays were dancing, or the azure depths inviting to submerge. Mirroring the moon overnight, washing its face, twinkling insects flying over it.

That's why his father probably saw it fitting to name him Shisui. Roughly translated his name means 'still water'. Little know that his name will be his destiny, that his name will be the first sign of his downfall. Shi means death and Sui water means death by the arms of the river.

Telling the truth was Shisui's greatest mistake because the root of the problem was in his own ranks and the treetop was Hokage. Watch your tongue Shisui, watch what you say around them. Some of your friends have fangs and they will not be shy about using them on you.

He was losing his conscience, clenching the right side of his face where once his eye was. Blood was leaking between his fingers, he stumbles, yet lifts up running, running for his life.

"However this ends, I want you to..." He jumped, off the cliff into the the abyss. Darkness swallows his soul and the river takes his body. He was unfortunate enough to hit the side of his body against the rocks before he hits the water. His cry was silenced by the water, parted lips pushing out a score of bubbles and a trail of blood. The fractured moonlight reflection in the river still looks the same as before, and when he sinks it feels peaceful. The pain is gone, or he is too numb to feel it. No need to speak, no need to pray, no need to remember.

His conscience comes and goes in waves, of panic, pain, and confusion. He lifts his arms toward the light source in the room, only to see that he was bandaged up. "Where am I? Who are you?" He cant see clearly but there is a shade, a figure sharing this room with him. Every effort to get up was stopped by agonizing pain...

2023 vs 2006 (or so) It took LONG

Orochi is still my crush (save me god, i'm too old woman for this shit)

Bloodborne vibe with Itachi

send me   ‘ snuggle ‘  for our muses to cuddle up together on a cold night

𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

Kagemaru, had heard of a historical site under siege thorough the spread of rumors from traveling merchants. The locals who worked on the site as diggers, had stopped working at the location. From witness statements, the mortals from an archeological group, had uncovered a wealth of historical artifacts. They had done so in an area that the locals stigmatized as cursed land. Land once occupied by a warrior society.

Bodies were unearthed and remnants of a burial site were removed from the location.

The tribes in the area, had legends surrounding the glade. That the spirits of warriors, would rise up to defend their land if invaders came to steal the wealth of knowledge on how to invoke the power of bears. Berserkers, were a known set of warrior clans within Norwegian folklore.

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What appears to be the work of angry and wrathful spirits, could be at play.

Pacing inside his tent while the sun slowly sets. The pale skinned man, flips through his notes.

Kagemaru slipped into the encampment of the scientist hours earlier. When the first shift changed to the night shift security.

 The four main people that Shisui had encountered earlier that day were two archeologists and two security officers. As he was the sixth one, this implies there was another member to this scientific group. The fifth one, being Kagemaru. An unusual man in his mid-fifties, who had come from Japan as well. He arrived a day before Shisui was called out.

Unlike Shisui he was a scientist first and a vampire second. Taking the night shift from the main crew, gave him the excuse for why he wasn't around during the daylight hours.

It did not give him a reason for why all the electronics of the area had ceased to function properly since the morning before Kagemaru arrived.

The air becomes thick and heavy with the scent of decay as the sun settles across the horizon. The night air whips up the mists of the past. As the cool air seeps from underground and hits the warmer air, a thick fog erupts and rolls across the dig site.

After the sun had set, he slips outside of his tent. The scent of a wolf upon his nostrils. Crinkling his nose to the odor and rubbing his left temple. Taking the notebook from his tent he sets it down upon a table. He does his bets to try and ignore the other non-mortal. Speaking to Dr. Angus as he asks about the local lore.

" In the past this area was utilized  in ceremonies for invoking the strength of bears. Which we already have discovered from the first half of the dig’s analysis. However my concern in this is that some of the locals have taken this folklore curse too far and started to.."

"Are you implying that the locals are responsible for the missing crew and workers? Like they think they are these Bear-clan warriors?" The balding  dark skinned man rubs his temples.

 No, I was going to say that your interference in burial rites have awakened the Draugar in the area. However sure, we can assume the locals are the ones doing this. I just didn’t say how far back said locals were, within functioning mortal society.

"Well it wouldn't be the first time that the locals found our digs to be sacrilegious or even tried to put a stop to the study of the area." He sighs.

"If this is true, we can easily put up fences around the area. At least until the authorities handle the situation better. If you'll excuse me. The sun has set and the company is now regulating the hours we have to function on the site. Due to the hazards. But We can talk at dawn." The younger man pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Dr. Kagemaru. Thank you for your expertise in folklore and the mythological aspect. It helps aid us in seeking out answers for these incidents." The man takes the notebook off the table and walks back towards the van, where the other two workers were getting ready to head back to their hotels.

"I'll maintain watch over the site while you are gone. As it seems the company has sent some more security for the night shift." He glares at the wolf before him, through half closed eyes.

A keen sense of hearing helps a lot, allowing him to hear everything without turning around. Without making a sound that could alert the other. A vampire? Here? Why now after all these years, he never encountered but a single one?

The stench was awful when it first came at him. Mortals are lucky they cant sniff it out. A stench of death, of graveyard soil. A walking corpse wearing human skin, living on the warm blood of the mortals. Who just talked to him addressing him as a DR. Kagemaru.

He was not in position to judge. This condition that he was in could not be cured. At least he thought it could not. He used up all his knowledge yet he could not cure himself. Every full moon the story repeats itself. He leaves his human body, his cage, he runs, he hunts and he howls at the moon in sheer ecstasy. Over the day a military member protects lives, over the night the monster takes the lives by eating human flesh. Having control over himself was difficult to learn.

He turns the muzzle toward her a familiar voice, coming through the haze of his thoughts, he wrestles for control over the beast. He has no wish to harm her, he knows her...

Flashback was over when he mets the vampires gaze, with his own. He actually had to remove his sunglasses first, in the half light of the moon. His eyes had a silver glowm no human eyes could ever have.

It was pointelss to play dumb now was it? He slowly push hias sunglasses back onm claring his throiat before speaking. "That was a nice speech. Dr. Kagemaru. But I doubt that myths and legends are responsible. When was the last time you fed?" It came out more hatsh then he intended to, but the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. The beast inside of him didn't like much to interact with this creature of the night. "Humans have no idea what are you? If they do they would not call me here? If theire is someone aside you would take it down, to keep your territory clean no?" He tilts his head, it was more animalistic gesture than anything. "Kagemaru it is a long trip from Japan to here?"

Was he a reacher or a historian, or anthropologist while he was alive? So many qursations and so little answers. maybe no answers at all if this turns into violence

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𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘, but the vision of her surroundings, as well as her memories of how she got here, are still blurry around the edges. As her vision focused, she’s welcomed by the harshness of bright, fluorescent lights and sterile, white walls surrounding her hospital room, followed by the familiar scent of antiseptic. So, she made it back to Konohagakure after all? Then, at Chitose’s right she notices a young man lying in the hospital bed next to hers.

He asked her something just now, and it takes her a moment to collect her thoughts to answer him. 

❝ What, my name?  ❞ She repeats, her throat feeling dry and nearly shot,  ❝ It’s Ryuketsu Chitose, ❞ Thank goodness she can remember that at least. 

She so badly wants to sit up in bed but knows her body is still far too weak to do so, especially not with the─the gash at her side!? The events suddenly start flooding back to Chitose, memories of their two ANBU teams setting out on a mission through a great and old forest, but then they were ambushed, outnumbered by their enemy. 

Much of the fighting during that battle is still a complete blur, but Chitose remembers trying to provide medical aid to as many wounded ANBU operatives as she could, being the only medical-nin of the two to survive the enemy’s surprise attack of oil bombs implanted beneath their feet. As the memories are coming back to her, she can remember the stench of charred flesh and oil in the air, the agonizing cries of shinobi calling out to their mothers, frightened. It was a disastrous sight.

❝ You were part of the other ANBU team on our mission, weren’t you? I think─no, I know you were the one who carried me back to the village. You had busted stitches to your abdominal area…❞ She murmured, mildly frustrated at the fact that her hard work was brushed aside and likely ruined when he carried her back. 

She has no one to blame but herself for getting caught in the middle of the battle, but probably would’ve perished had she not defended herself. 

There’s a wrestling beneath the blankets as she carefully shifts onto her good side, facing Shisui’s direction. 

❝ You’re from the Uchiha Clan, right? I cannot recall your name, but you have my gratitude for coming to my aid. What is your name? ❞

"My name is Shisui Uchiha" Nothing escapes the eye of Ryuketsu Chitose If only Shisui was not disciplined as he was he would wince. Was the lie better than the truth? Yes. For Shisui. Because she needed to recover.

Shisui held her gaze carefully searching for the right words. This attack, and all those before, seemed to know as if they knew everything. Where to attack, where to withdraw.. it seemed as if they had a traitor in their ranks. In addition to all that, Shisui was burdened with another task.

"I'm not hurt. Stitches are right where they belong." Sure that they are when he got patched up again. To support what he just said, he lifts and sits up.

This, as always, was a power struggle. The power that was born from nature was coveted by men.

"I will retrieve our weapons. We go back. We report what we have discovered. Then I'll take you to a medical facility." Surely she remembers his last words before she passed out. War rages on victors are crowned. Who is the victor here? Village or Uchiha-or this third party. Poking around searching for the weak spot? The true power can never be lost or won. Shisui knows that true power comes from within. For the power is hoarded by the mighty and stolen from the innocent. Chitose won't be that innocent.

"At this point, I knew my teleportation technique would be most useful. Again, I ignored all of your protests and here we are" Slowly Shisui was retelling what happened.

It was the rule that when the mission was over, the first thing you did was go and give a report. If a team member is injured, help him if you can, if not, the mission comes first. As for the injured, if they cannot be saved, they certainly cannot be left as prey for the enemy. Sometimes a leader has to make cruel decisions.

"Well, you look better now, but back there you were pale as a ghost. A redhead ghostie" It was easy to joke now when danger was gone when they were safe back home

"come to bed."

桂御神木 // 高野山町石道二つ鳥居

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