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Two Weeks Off Duty. It wasn't as if Feng hadn't dealt with such lapses in his guard schedule before; the Watcher's very zeal was often the cause of his involuntary vacations. Well, 'vacation' wasn't quite the right term; 'recovery leave' was more accurate. This time, however, things were different. This was an Empress-Dictated relief of duty, pursuant on certain lapses of decorum at a certain banquet with certain foreign dignitaries. In his defense, Feng would still maintain that it could have been poison! Some poisons looked very much like allergic reactions. Nonetheless, it had caused an unseemly ruckus, and he was hardly going to argue the point with Yu Yue. But the upshot of this break was, instead of being confined to his rice mat while his body healed, he was in full physical shape with nothing to do. This was a novel and somewhat distressing situation. Not having very many hobbies, he found himself working his exercise routines even harder, just to keep himself from going crazy. This led him to being hungry beyond the ability of his rations to satisfy... and therein lay the main problem. Normally, he'd head down to the kitchens, chat up the cook, and leave with a bundle of goodies. However, his friendship with Yanhua, the Imperial Chef, was under a bit of a strain since his allegations of poison had naturally thrown some suspicion upon her. The whole thing had been proven wrong, of course, but the distress caused to the innocent was real, and difficult for him to face. Eventually, after a few days, the emptiness in his middle grew too insistent to ignore, so Feng felt he had no choice but to stallion up and face the music. And so, after too many hungry nights, he allowed the savory smells down the hall, and through the steam-shrouded doors into the kitchens...
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It was a quiet day in the imperial gardens. The head chef of the Palace had found a moment to relax. Lunch had ended and the... qilin had decided to go relax in the gardens, laying across one of the benches and gazing up at the sky. The sweet, fragrant scent of of all the flowers around her filled her nostrils. While it was hardly the same, the smells reminded her of that time she'd spent back in the forest. She couldn't say really that that was... a cheerful time. The events that lead up to it for fun, but being trapped in a place against your will and with virtually noone to talk to was never something you'd ever think of as a positive period. Back then she'd had a very unconventional lifestyle, probably weren't that many in this land who could truly relate to that past either. Well, maybe a few who were sealed away long ago for more severe trouble making. Now though she'd known only one being in the palace who might understand life, but even then: that one person seemed hardly the social type. A weary sigh was uttered as she lost herself in the great , infinite blue of the sky above and let her mind drift into her younger years. ---Feng Mushan Forest, Several Years Ago--- The constant drone of Cicadas filled the forest on this hot summer day. In a small burrow underneath and old tree where was a rather large looking fox. Normal foxes in Long guo would be, normally smaller than a dog. This one however was about the size of one of the breath wielding dragonhorses that called this their homeland. A specimen of fox that under normal circumstances might have been studied by scholars or possibly considered a rarity that tourists might have flocked to catch a glimpse of. She was an old creature, very old, old enough to have lived in this land before it'd even before those who ruled it had decided to open themselves up to trade with the countries beyond. Yet, she was not a native to Long Guo. Her real name was a testament to that fact: Hanabi no Mikoto. Back home she had been named for he ancient fireworks that were seen above a neighponese town on the night of her birth. Her reasons for coming to this land were summed up in a single word: Curiosity. What had gotten her to stay so long was the food, and the locals for a time. Now what kept her here were the consequences o her actions. Not long ago a certain banquet wound up being the target of her desires and she'd given the emperor quite a fright by spiriting his wife away and taking her place. The empress was fine in the end but it seemed the spiritual advisor of the ruler's court decided she should be bound and kept watch over until further notice so she could pay for her misdeeds and the disrespect paid to the divine ruler of these lands. Here she was now, magically bound by foreign sorcery, most of her own power stripped from her, even her own 'regal' appearance. Her treasured ball still technically in her possession, but now sealed behind some magical barrier that she could not touch. Tired eyes would twitch and soon with a big stretch and a yawn, Hanabi would rise up and huff sharply at the annoying drone of the cicadas. "Wee-ehhh weee-eeeehhh... You all never have anything new to say, do you?" She would mutter as she crawled out of her burrow and stretched out, "I swear if I ever get out of here I'll only come back to toss rocks at the trees." Normally she might have enjoyed the cicada serenade, but given her situation she felt she earned to be something of a grump. She glanced to her magically messed with treasure and sighed, "That monk will be around any day now... then it's another few years here." At least there was one thing she could look forward to. Actually now that she thought about it, the way the shadows leaned seemed to imply it was almost time! Company was coming! Knowing that her treasure orb wasn't going anywhere, Hanabi ran off to the forest's edge: Listening carefully for he sound of cloven hooves approaching.- 16 replies
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Feng chuckled, settling back on the coconut matting as he finished re-reading the letter from his sister. He'd been tired when it first arrived, so tired in fact that he missed over half the puns on the first go-through. It wasn't so much that they were brilliant in themselves, but bright beacons to happy memories, and a loved one far away. Of course, he could read between the lines of Yin's 'business' talk. He knew what business she was in. And it was tough, because the disciplined guard in him abhorred crime that had been allowed to grow to that level, and that feeling was allied to the brotherly concern of one who's little sibling was mixed up in undoubted bad business. But... there were other parts to him; the troublemaker was never far beneath the surface, and it understood too well a willingness to go against the limits of social acceptability. Deeper still, though, was that darkest part, that told him that if the whole attempt to be a Watcher ended in disaster, it would be no bad thing, from a practical point of view, to have a relative holding open the door to a new life on the other side... Feng shuddered, shaking off his bedsheet to expose himself to the infirmary air. He was getting restless, the shadows in his thoughts were catching up. He needed to get up, do something at least. His still-healing body was not quite cooperating yet, but he could at least write his sister back. As soon as he got some writing materials. Beside his bed was a cord connected to a set of chimes, to be pulled when he needed assistance. He pulled it, having a good idea about who would come to answer it...
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From the album: Requests, Gifts, Commissions
Found out that it was someone's birthday yesterday. Also remembered that I'd been meaning to draw a certain character I've been RPing with, and haven't drawn yet. That's a win win, in my books! Fēng Yīnhǎitāo is a member of the Imperial Watch, and fiercely devoted to his Empress! Doesn't stop the ladies from swooning over him, though. Wasn't too much description to go off of, so I basically kind of sprinkled artistic license liberally over the whole thing. This is also a picture of Feng that doesn't include the charcoal he puts on his wing scales - I thought the picture would look better if they could shine and glimmer like a thousand little gold pieces under the sun~ Happy birthday, Prince Blueblood! Feng (c) PrinceBlueblood- 6 comments
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From the album: OC Art
Brother and sister take some time to just relax under the sun...because all work and no play is really kirin them. *regrets nothing* Just a quick little doodle/color. I need more practice drawing foals so that they look foal-aged...and more stubby looking. Stubby-features are key to all foals! Fēng (c) PrinceBlueblood- 11 comments
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