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Hisakawa Etsuko
Etsuko woke up to the sound of rushing water coming from an entrance to a mountain. That was the beauty of the Natsu tribe. No one seemed to care about anything once the sun began to rise. Hopefully the tensions between Haru and Fuyu didn't change the atmosphere of the mountainous lands. Their fighters had chosen to side with Haru, for whatever reason. Etsuko was a simple Natsu hunter and only fought when she had to. Or when she had some excitable fight in her. Etsuko had always thought it had been for the contempt the Aki had for the Natsu and vice versa. Either way, Etsuko preferred traveling, hunting and the occasional fling.
The young woman gently propped herself near the edge of the waterfall. Absentmindedly grabbing rocks from the edge of the cave, she threw small chunks of rock into the water. Watching the waterfall carry the stones downstream, she grabbed a sharper rock that stood out from the rest. Etsuko sat among the cavern, nude save for a small white undergarment that covered the top. There was no shame in nudity with the Natsu. Silently smiling at the sleeping Hiei, she sharpened the weapons she had in her possession before traveling up the mountains. One thing led to another, as it always had with each Natsu-jin. No shame was to be had in seckshooallitee either. Everything was calm, and everything was tranquil as the waterfall that covered the entrance to the mountain.
Not bothering to dress herself, Etsuko playfully inched closer to the man beside her. "Beeeeenkei-san~ A new day has begun, and the Gods have blessed us with a new mountain to explore!" Gently twirling a finger around his forehead, she happily jumped up. The last thing the woman wanted to do was to participate in the affairs of other tribes, and Etsuko was almost sure that the easygoing Hiei felt the same. Spinning around the small cavern, the young woman cupped some of the water from the entrance. Splashing some over her face and upper body, the hunter flicked both hands towards him. "Come, the water feels splendid." She lightly smiled. Sun reflected through the water, giving the rest of the cave an invigorating glow.
Saito Shiori
Cold.
Shiori was accustomed to the perpetual snow and ice of the Fuyu. Her red kimono had been adorned in the furs of various animals that had passed on. While trained proficiently to fight and heal wounds, her main duty was to protect the young in the harsh lands. Unlike other tribes that simply left their children to explore their territory, it was dangerous to wander off. Getting lost could cost your life in the Fuyu tribe. The snow made it difficult to see and difficult to survive. While some strayed off to find food, the woman took it upon herself to take care the children and treated them as if they were her own.
However, food was scarce and many nights were spent hungry on Shiori's end. Raids were common, and some of the tribesmen became infamous for their crimes. While Shiori was a typical moral voice for the people, the young woman had no choice but to turn a blind eye. There were days where crime fed the children. Unless they were fed and cared for, she did not care for her own wellbeing. A large shelter made from ice was what protected them as Shiori covered each child with sleeping pouches and their own coats.
Today was different. Today the Fuyu prepared for war. The night before was spent nearly sleepless after skipping on supper, or what was left of supper. Shiori found herself feeling lightheaded, dark circles around her kind amber eyes, but her consciousness refused any offer for food. In the crack of dawn, Shiori was to be preparing breakfast. Walking sleepily, she dragged herself out of her sleeping pouch. Doing a small headcount, her eyes immediately went wide at the unoccupied space.
One child was missing.
The caretaker slipped on her shoes and ran outside. Panting, the snow burned her pale and tired face. "Ai! Ai-chan!" She yelled out for the young girl. Spotting one young man in the snow, she called to him. "Ai-chan! Have you seen Ai-chan?!" Shiori reached Sagara, a firm, concerned grip on his shoulders. "Please help me... she can't be very far..." Normally, the woman tended to keep her composure, though a child missing in the crack of dawn was rare. Rare, and dangerous. That, and the lack of sleep and nutrition had gotten to her psyche.
"Ai-chan!" Another sight had appeared in the corner of her eye. A silhouette of a small child in thick furs had been hiding under a pine tree. Feeling a headache approach the woman, she rubbed her temples, voice losing volume. "Go back to sleep." Her voice sounded resigned. Fearful eyes crossed the child's face as she shamefully returned to the shelter. Consequences could be dealt later, for now, Shiori... was... tired.
"I... apologize for the... ah..." The golden eyed woman lost her sentence, slumping down on the cold snow before addressing the poor guy.
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