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Subject: Itsumo Issho Ni Sat Jul 24, 2010 4:39 pm
He had taken refuge within the obscuring curtain of towering umber and rustling greenery. His company was but the ambient soundings of the encompassing woodlands – seemingly. The canine whelp’s eyes trailed after a retreating figure, following within her wake until she vanished at a bend within a makeshift, time-fortified path.
“You go on ahead, Kyo. Now that I’m back in Yochi, I’m gonna go and check a few things!” he had lied, adeptly tincturing his words with his usual felicity and dynamism. The cycle of rebirth had pitilessly submersed his ethereal being within the waters of Lethe, rinsing away the memories of lives past. Doubtlessly, he wished to make known his independence – or perhaps would rather not inflict the girl with a botheration birthed from his consistent, nigh ceaseless stalking. However, he knew of only but two people to a greater degree of depth than a mere whimsical collision and brief conversation would yield: Kyouko and Old Man Kenta, the latter of which was within a realm he was forbidden to ever set foot in again.
When had this looming presence emerged? Keeto turned to deliver a glance rearward from overtop his shoulder, anxious to bear witness to whatever desired his attention. A man of a bronzed complexion stood there, draped within an unkempt mass of white hair. His apparel was ostensibly thieved from eras passed, murmuring the word ‘hermit’ and its various synonyms. Hardly had Keeto painted him with a judgemental eye, but one bearing a flux of curiosity and waning startle. It was at this time did the weaving hands of kismet take seize of the beatific puppy. It was then did Keeto meet Kenja, the Sage of the Forest.
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