[Those who see this entry wouldn't know of how he glares at the cream colored pages with arms crossed in front of his chest. Neither of the glance he throws up at the nightsky, nor of the heavy sigh that follows.

But eventually the flow of ink begins, quick and sharpI sure as heck am gettin' sick of all this gloomy feeling 'round here. I mean, I ( Read more... )

[Whoever is writing this is obviously a master calligrapher. The brushwork is smooth and precise, if a bit on the small side...]

I am penning my memoirs, in case someone should happen upon my corpse along this godforsaken beach.

If I ever get my hands on the merchant who sold me that faulty mermaid's coin... [The brushwork becomes bold and angular, ( Read more... )

[Sky. A deep Blue, with clouds here and there. This view shakes suddenly, then swerves crazily downward until a view is captured of the skyline, then a beach of tan-colored sand, and upon it, a white wolf lies asleep. The picture freezes like a snapshot as it comes to rest on the final image of the Wolf, horizon and beach, the sun just coming over ( Read more... )

[The moving painting is the sky, with what appears to be a pale woman with strange red markings that constantly coil and flow across her skin. She lifts her hands, turning them over and studying them intently. How strange! This body was not her own, and yet she was not sure what to make of it. Her head turns towards the book, and she stoops to pick ( Read more... )

WHOA UM.

I DON'T THINK I DRANK THAT MUCH LAST NIGHT.

[The journal is open and actively sketching the deep blue sky. Every few minutes, animated inky clouds drift across the page. Then there is a sudden close up of a paw as it flings out and hits the page, leaving behind a smeary red pawprint-]


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We search for answers whilst our questions are ambiguous.

Hm.

[Shiranui is investigating the journal curiously, since her surroundings are now rather dull, and so your first contact comes from the massive, inky pawprint she put in there for fun.

It is then followed by a flurry of pawprints as she just gets silly.  Though the play is short-lived, since her poncle friend is gone...

At that point, anyone can ( Read more... )

...What trickery is this? This is not Kamui. Have I stepped back through the Spirit Gate once more? Is this the past?

[A pause as brush lingers over paper.]

Others have written here before me... Can this be the work of another evil? Those two demons are gone, but the voice of Kutone tells me there is a greater magic at work here. [He grips the ( Read more... )

Grim smell from the sea
Clear the sand and hit the grass
Had paper met ink

...And there you go! Anything would've sufficed, true, but it felt more challenging to write a haiku. Not one of my best, but that will do.

I guess this should be said: I also wasn't expecting this at all! It seems it's harder to get a good grasp of my visions in here. How ( Read more... )