❝Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn into poetry. All the blood was never once beautiful, it was just red.❞
A story of a half breed, half human half demon, that walked the earth hated. She learned of selfishness and blood lust far soo...
" I think my problem is that I don't know how to talk about my feelings. I talk in my head a lot about how I feel, and I explain it so well. But getting it to actually come out my mouth is so hard."
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Y/n took a deep breath, feeling the vibrant energy of the forest wrap around her like a warm embrace. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting playful shadows on the ground. She glanced at Tokito, who seemed lost in thought, his expression calm and contemplative. "Isn't it beautiful here?" she said, breaking the silence.
Tokito nodded, his eyes scanning the canopy above. "It really is. There's something peaceful about being surrounded by nature."
They walked a little further, the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves creating a serene soundtrack. Y/n felt a sense of belonging in this moment, a connection to both the earth and to Tokito beside her. It was as if the world around them was holding its breath, waiting for them to share their thoughts amidst the beauty.
"What do you think the trees would say if they could talk?" she mused, glancing back at him with a playful smile.
Tokito chuckled softly. "Probably a lot of wisdom... or maybe they'd just complain about all the changes they've seen."
Y/n laughed, feeling the lightness of the moment. As they continued to walk, she knew that no matter where they were, they could find beauty together.
As Y/n and Tokito approached the swordsmith village, the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, casting the world in shades of deep blue and silver. The warm glow of lanterns lit the paths, inviting them into the heart of the village.
The air was thick with the rich scent of smelting metal, mingling with the enticing aroma of grilled meats and spices wafting from nearby stalls. Laughter and chatter filled the night, creating a vibrant atmosphere that felt alive.
"Welcome to the village!" one of the smiths called out, wiping his hands on a cloth and smiling broadly. "It's a busy night for us!"
Y/n felt a rush of excitement. The smiths worked with skill and precision, shaping glowing metal into weapons that gleamed under the lantern light. She watched in awe as sparks flew from the anvils, illuminating the faces of the craftsmen who dedicated their lives to their art.
"Looks like we've arrived just in time for dinner," Tokito said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Do you want to try something new?"
"Definitely!" Y/n replied, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Let's see what they have."As they wandered through the bustling village, they sampled delicious dishes, each bite filling them with warmth and energy. The villagers welcomed them with open arms, sharing stories of their craft and the legends of the swords they forged. Y/n felt a sense of belonging, as if the village had embraced her as one of its own.
