#stellarhistoria | knives

[strywoven]

closed ( ft. knives + kaen ) . / @stellarhistoria

Not often is Kaen specifically called upon , summoned from their dutiful destruction to approach Knives himself.  It is a sign of FAVOR , this calamitous doe has heard , but still doubt lurks behind their thoughts as they stand and await his arrival , perched on the precarious edge of some nervous anticipation ; what could he possibly want with them after all the time ?  Nothing with Knives is ever so straightforward , and Kaen doubts he has asked them to come merely to again acknowledge their loyalty to both him and his ideals ( truths of which have steadily become their own , oddly enough ) .

It is this incorrigible unknowing that undoes them , raises a stricken match underneath their nerves which only light ABLAZE when they sense him enter and approach.  Almost too easily , Kaen culls their uncertainty , forcing it to silence and back into the recesses as they dip their head l o w to the greater once he rounds their shoulder and stands before them.  The important thing is that they are here per request , without question.

Without lifting their head ( after all , one must not look him in the eye out of respect ) , Kaen speaks up , their tone soft but resonate , flowing through the space with a quiet p o w e r , ❝ … Wha’s th’ occasion ? ❞  Only ever alone , just the two , does the doe think themself in any position to so brazenly talk casually with him , as if t e a s i n g ( & not once has he corrected them , either ) .

[strywoven]

Is this what it feels like to speak to one’s Maker ?  Kaen wonders fleetingly , a nervous awe coming upon them just as surely as his presence overlaps and e c l i p s e s their own.  Again are they daunted , are they reminded of the ever-obvious divide which separates the two ( for no matter the blood of his ilk in their veins , they understand they shall never be able to truly stand beside him ) .

And yet , it is this dichotomy which keeps them in line , which keeps them unquestioningly l o y a l .

Stalwart they stand , though exhaustion mars their presence , obvious in the weary-eyed expression and the heaviness to their posture.  Head turns , glancing again towards the still-burning ruin sowed by own hand , the spires of smoke and flame polluting the skies as FIRST LIGHT at last begins to breach the horizon in the East.  They give his question some thought , as if the doe must first c o n s i d e r their response before giving an answer ( or at least , before giving a proper answer ) .  Resilience has become their custom , so it would be no real chore to deny themself the comfort of assistance.  And yet something in their mind is cautioning : if you should end up broken because of your sacrifices , how will you ever manage to please him ?

But then , is it not the SACRIFICES which makes this crusade matter ?  And their own , too , perhaps becoming the most valuable , the most meaningful.

Lips purse , tone tight and reluctant , ❝ I- it’ll be a long venture back h— ❞ Catches themself before they accidentally say something truly embarrassing ( home … as if he could conceive of such a terribly pathetic notion ; yet , that is what he is to them , in a far detached way ) .  They clear their throat and continue , ignoring whatever was about to be said , their gaze turning upwards towards him again , ❝ Ah’m tired , aye , but … Ah’d not think ta’ trouble ye wit’ somethin’ like tha’. ❞  They can make the journey , as they always do ; when they return , t h e n they shall allow themself to rest and recover.

his gaze turns with quiet understanding, muted as it may be, towards the one who called themselves kaen ── & certainly, surely, they would not be able to read it on his face, but at the end of the day, surely, yes certainly- it was easy to tell that if he didn't deem them as useful, they would be cast to the wolves of this planet that dared called themselves HUMAN.

it was curious, how he has managed to do something that only REM AND THE OTHERS had been able to do before. replicate. not multiply, not regenerate, not create, but REPLICATE. it was curious to him, how he was able to instill some sort of higher power unto the fawn before him, beside him, beneath him. truly, it fascinated him sometimes, and every time they were sent out, it was a sort of silent question, a screaming test, a deafening wonder that he hadn't felt in A VERY LONG TIME.

( kaen was special, where the others were not. kaen had developed strength, speed, power, ability - enhancements beyond that which he could have possibly believed they'd react to before. it was a test- their life would been worth the sacrifice of knowing of POSSIBILITY. with their survival brought upon a NEW ERA. a new world. perhaps there was use yet for the stragglers and the lost & found. perhaps, perhaps yes, perhaps once again he could believe humans had a place here. alas, even that stirs anger in his chest. )

"Can you walk?" it was the only kindness he would openly offer, and he would shut down any of the others who would DARE believe he was growing soft for the fawn at his side. he was not going soft. he was not getting naive. he would not let his guard down so easily.

[millionsnife]

[ Luka ] is the doctor sitting in his own chair while holding a curled up scaly weird thing in his arms that is growl purring? Perhaps. "Hello again, sir."

"How do you keep getting into my house." This is the most important topic of the moment, clearly. One hundred percent.

"What the hell is that."

[millionsnife]

@stellarhistoria || miraclegro'd right up

He recognizes the ship. He's never forgotten it, that first year burned into his memories no matter how hard he tries to forget. He's not sure it's real–has to put his hands on the wall to confirm they're solid before he'll believe it.

Even then it's a struggle, uncertainty flowing through his veins.

If it's real, then... He needs to find Vash. Maybe his past self. They should be–the rec room, likely. They'd spent so much time there, when they weren't with Rem.

Knives turns on his heel and strides down familiar, long forgotten yet easily recalled halls.

Rem's office was that way, and beyond it–

[stellarhistoria]

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[strywoven]

Only once afore had the doe crossed paths with the one all called a GOD ( the word , once meaningless , so too imprinted itself on own tongue , his gracious hand guiding their mortal soul amid this incorrigible darkness ) .  It was a scene Kaen now just barely remembers throughout the righteous agony they endured to become so unrelentingly s t r o n g ; they , now this force of utter annihilation , the doe of flaming frolic , the pied piper who mends the mourning of the realm with their song— Though this now marks a second encounter since their initial introductions , the second visitation within the last few months of the doe’s loyal servitude.  Not much a creature of faith , once upon a time , but seeing the Independent again – so close , so real , so pronounced with an inhuman strength that made them both afraid and reverent – feels as if a BLESSING UNDESERVED .  For who is Kaen , this new disciple , in comparison to those above them ?  And how are they to understand what had motivated him to come and observe them n o w of all times— But they are no less grateful.

Those words of praise – YOU’VE DONE WELL – oh , oh , oh !  Would that they could gather them like trinkets and lock them in their fragile little heart to keep for the rest of their days ; so r a r e is it to hear , even now , and so very starved they are for the sound of the sentiment.  They are mindful enough not to revel in it for too long , to not allow it to overcome them despite the h o n o r of it.  Instead , Kaen simply smiles , their freckled face lighting up , ❝ New , aye.  Been ‘ere fer a few months now. ❞ Did he remember them ( the mouthy little hellion thrown at his feet months ago , eager to die but more eager to fulfill a purpose ) , they wonder , does he know how hard they have worked to enact his will ?

The flute is set into place amongst the furls of fur , Kaen rising to their feet with soles bare and hardened from their constant toil.  ❝ But thank ye , ❞ Quick are they to lower their head , stooping into a slight b o w of gratitude.  They add in a softer tone , perhaps a little too quiet , ❝ It was m’pleasure. ❞  Was it ?  Then why grieve ?  Why still t r e m b l e under the weight of your precious craft ?

be it not far from him to approach someone mourning the last dredges of their humanity that cascades like pieces of a stained glass window in a long forgotten church falling into torrid ruin. be it not far from him to approach when someone believes themselves full of such vanity that their livelihood must be made to suffer. be it not far from him to watch like a distant mirrored moon hanging high in the sky as everything pushes and pulls beyond his reach & yet he entrusted his ideals unto those who would share in kind the self same.

his footsteps barely disturb the sand beneath him, as if he's not there and he would never be, yet his placement ascertains that he is and continues to be all the same. the playful doe turns to him ; kaen - the newest addition to the group of people who he ... perhaps not trusted but knew would be able to follow ORDERS like their lives depended on it. it was curious to him, how kaen insisted upon following after having their life saved.

it reminded him of legato.

and indeed, in the following months, such powers over the world blossomed 'neath the pied piper's touch and tune like a distant lullaby for a crying child. he could feel the planet calling out, and the muted curiosity of sisters across the world.

"Hm?" he looks at kaen finally, tilting his head slowly underneath the massive hood as it sways in the now silent desert wind. "... You're new." it was the only allowance he'd make in that department, to which it would be kaen's only answer as he looks around the desolate landscape marred with ravages of the doe's prancing about, and taking a certain PRIDE - after all, he had taught the little one to do this. "You've done well."

[strywoven]

closed. / @stellarhistoria ( ft. knives & kaen )

Come again to a road diverged in the wood of your morality : to do or deny .  But the doe is wise ( or foolishly blinded by a one-sided faith & fondness ) , and knows better than to neglect the hunter’s whims.  And it is to him , ALWAYS , that they owe their life and strength.  Or so they have been led to believe ( & is this so wrong ? has he not done them well this whole time ? ) .

Thus , they DO , as they have done and done and done so afore ; a creature of destruction , their sins honed and weaponized for the sake of the crusade unending.  And perched thereupon the mesa , shrouded in a pelt of thick furs dappled with glimmering stones , Kaen overlooks their craft with an a p p r a i s i n g air ( pride is not their vice , so forgive them for this instant of meager vanity ; it is , of course , an art ) .  Bespectacled blues follow the chaos , the rolling plumes of flame and smoke tarnishing the vista , polluting the night’s horizon— And they know well by now , that this is a step f o r w a r d .  Not back.  They are doing the right thing ( & yet … their heart burdens the weight of the dying irregardless , this is not their work , this is not their war , but far be it for them to change course when they've come so far ) .

When all’s gone silent , Kaen sighs softly ( shakily ) .  It is done , either way.  They spare a glance down the incline , searching the darkness a moment before looking forward again.  He’ll be expecting them , yes , but there is one more thing they do during these rituals : a last grace .  Into the furls and folds of their furs seeks metal talons of an arm long-lost , withdrawing a pan flute.  And , the eerie stillness of the world is broken by the melancholy melody they play ; a soft eulogy , a gentle r e m e d y for the wastes that breaks beyond the shadows and smolder , lingering in the distant breeze.  They , the wee doe , the pied piper come to collect the souls lost.  Their playing stops suddenly , as if startled.  ❝ Ah was a’mos’ done , ❞ Kaen says quietly , apologetically , looking up at the Independent approaching them , ❝ Was … Was Ah takin’ too long ? ❞