[Day 4 - LE] You Got Me...

[Moto Khulun]

Even with her wide brim hat she was getting soaked as she sat stride Oguro who was less than pleased to be out in the storm. Her eyes focused on where she saw the Herald… the birds that were not alive, but also too animated to be dead.

She looks down at the relic and then back to where she first met the thing. Nothing had made sense and even now she was still fumbling through the dark.

She howls loudly at the storm, “What do you want!”

OOC: Mood music.

[Matsu Nintoku]

There was nothing that soothed the Lion and every dream started the same, gruesome memories and inner demons reaching for his soul forcing him to remember all the blood and pain he has caused.

Today there was no party, no place were he could forget himself and drink himself into a comfortably numb state so he choose the second best thing. He made his way to the fields, a lone specter under the rain.

His walk took him to nowhere and when he found a moderately dry place he stopped, the sound of rain calming him and slowly dispelling the horrible memories he was forced to relive everyday. He took a deep breathe enjoying the silence.

Khulun's scream made him jolt back into atention turning to the source of the noise. He squinted his eyes and noticed the woman in the darkness. It was her. The little foal "Khulun...?"

[Moto Khulun]

She turned unsure if she heard her name in the darkness and rain. She calls out, “Announce yourself!”

[Matsu Nintoku]

She hadn't noticed him. He considered remaining silent, making her think it had been the distant thunder playing tricks on her mind but something pressed him not to do so.

"Khulun!" he said more audibly "Do you forget those that defeat you so fast?"

[Moto Khulun]

She turned Oguro around with ease and trotted towards the known voice, “Defeat is only temporary, Sayyed Nin-toku. Next time we shall change the battlefield and see how you fare.”

“Why do you wander out so… I did not expect anyone to be here.” She continues to ride her amount around the Lion samurai at a safe distance.

[Matsu Nintoku]

He sniggered at her words "Perhaps." he admitted with a light shrug "You could probably run me down with your horse and I would be none the wiser."

He thanked the rain for hiding his face so she couldn't see his tired and somber face "I needed a walk."

[Moto Khulun]

“You look like shit, not that I look much better. I was thinking something more traditional than simply running you down,” she says enjoying that image for a brief moment.

“But never mind that, what burdens do you drag with you?”

[Matsu Nintoku]

His snigger turned into full fledged laughter after she told him he looked like shit.

"Never change Khulun." his laughter dying out with her question. He sighed "And what makes you think I have any burdens?"

[Moto Khulun]

“It’s why I am here, getting soaked to the bone for little benefit,” she says honestly.

[Matsu Nintoku]

He sighed and shrugged "You are correct."

"I do have burdens and since there wasn't any kumis around I decided getting soaked to the bone was a good alternative."

[Moto Khulun]

“I am sure we can find kumis if that is what you need, we can find Sayyed Butaj, he is never without kumis,” she chuckles trying to lighten the mood.

[Matsu Nintoku]

"Don't worry." he snickered "Besides I think it won't be a bad thing to go one day without kumis."

He walked towards her stopping at a suitable distance "So this is one of the famous Moto steeds. Quite impressive I must say."

Never had there been such an obvious attempt to steer a conversation.

[Moto Khulun]

“This is Oguro,” she says proudly.

Oguro snorts at the Lion as she continues, “He is a strong stallion, comes from strong line of warriors. His family has served mine for generations, it is known. All the way back to the Eater of the Dead.”

[Matsu Nintoku]

"Eater of the Dead?" he raised an eyebrow "That is a... curious name to say the least."

[Moto Khulun]

“Moto Yuguri-no-shryo, she was mighty warrior and it is said she would consume the hearts of her enemies. Some tales say literally others say she tole many eharts of many men,” she shrugs.

“It matters not only that we remember her strength and fury, her blood is my blood.”