The Forgotten Promise {O/A} (Searching for prince guardian and many more spots x3)
 

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Near the back of the large marbled flooring of the music room sat a young teenaged boy who had seemed to be sitting in front of some large figure that was covered with a giant white sheet over it. Throughout most of the music room, many instruments were covered in white sheets to make sure it wouldn't gather too much dust. This young teenager's name was Hiroaki Daishi; the prince of the kingdom of wolves. Hiroaki had always enjoyed playing music to fill the entire home with a sense that would make sure no one had ever been bored or have to feel the fear of thinking that one of these days the humans would find the village of the wolves. It was also another way for Hiroaki to stop thinking about the fighting going on between the two races, it was true that he had known about what had happened but it hadn't changed his thoughts on why all of this hiding and fighting had to exist.

Whatever the case was, Hiroaki now lives to protect his little sister as well as the rest of his tribe just like every other wolf that lives around the village. Although he still does not wish to kill anyone nor hurt them, and even when his parents may not allow it; he also wishes to protect the humans from the attacks of his own race.

Slowly removing the white sheet that had covered the large figure he was sitting in front of. It had ended up revealing a large white piano that had looked as though it had not ever been touched by anyone's hands before. Lifting up the cover that had protected the keys of the piano from gathering dust as well, Hiroaki had ran his fingers across each of the keys slowly; making sure not to let a single sound of any of the keys come out. "Brand new..." His voice no more then a soft whisper to himself, by the time he index finger had reached the very last key of the piano. He had taken in a deep breath before exhaling it back out, even with his joy of playing music; just the thought of returning to it made him nervous that he might've gotten rusty at some point.

Without much hesitation left, Hiroaki had immediately began to play the very first song his father had taught him on the piano. Each one of his fingers matching the key of where it was to go, both of his brownish crimson wolf-like ears twitching to every sound of each key his fingers had pressed onto. As the song had continued, he was completely unaware of his younger sister calling out to him throughout the home and still even unaware when she had made her way into the music room in search for him. Rather, he had continued to play the music to himself making sure he wouldn't mess up on any of the keys.

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While Hiroaki had continued to play the music on the piano with the song coming to a close, he wouldn't had expected anyone to come into the room with him. Both of his hands still gliding themselves across the keys of the piano softly, however soon enough hearing what sounded like footsteps making their way in his direction. Hiroaki had nearly fallen off the long chair, in thoughts that it might've been his father or mother coming in; wondering what the music was in the room going on. By the time the figure of whoever was making their way in his direction had come out from around the different cover sheets of the instruments, he had found out that it just so happened to be his little sister Hinata.

A light sigh of relief had escaped his lips immediately as he found out it was only his little sister. Slowly returning his gaze back onto the piano only for a moment so that he could close the cover to protect the keys of the piano, he had soon returned his attention back onto his littler sister right after. A warm smile spreading across his lips as he stared back at his younger sibling. Even though she was still young in her life, it was nearly too often that he had seen how Hinata would always keep her eyes away from contact with anyone. Standing up to his own feet, Hiroaki stepped up toward his sibling before patting the top of her head gently. "C'mon now Hinata, you can look at me. We're family, you know I could never think of you badly. Nor does mom or dad." He explained to try and comfort his little sister in hopes that she would start looking at him rather then keep her eyes away as always.

While Hiroaki had continued to try and convince his little sister into looking at him with her eyes. He had his head tilted slightly toward the side to see if he could see her own face, as her older brother he had always made sure that he would protect her with his own life. Finding even a single scratch on her would get him concerned on who would've done it, whether it be a human or another wolf from the tribe he would make sure he would defend his little sister. However, when he had noticed that Hinata was holding onto something that seemed to have white petals, his curiosity popped instantly into his head. "Hey, what do you have there?" He had asked with his own hand pointing out toward the flower that she had within her grasp.

Yoru hid among the shadows of the instrumental room where the Prince was. He had thought that he got away from her for the time being, or so it seemed. She knew he was a young adult and thus wants his privacy more often. Heck, she was that way at that age. Unfortunately for the Prince, she was his body guard and she had to keep an eye on him until he sleeps.

The shadow she was in was the corner of the room, on the side with the windows. This was always a great place to hide. The female watched as Hiroaki played the piano and then stopped for his younger sister. The girl was a strange one; disliking her eyes that showed strength and royalty. Yoru's eyes were red, simbolizing strength, and she absolutely loved them.

((sorry for the short reply. My brain is kind of mush at the moment.))

Watching as how his little sister had rocked back and forth on her small heels that their mother had given to her. He had awaited for her to direct her eyes away from the marbled flooring back up to meet with his own gaze. Everyone within the family and maybe some of the villagers around the wolf village itself may had known about his younger sister's eye colors. Although he was only told once about the reason for his little sister's strange eye colors and the symbol within one of her eyes by their parents. However, he had vowed to himself that he wouldn't tell her until the day was right for her to learn about it. So by the time she had looked up at him with her rare shade of eye colors, a warm smile of his own had spread across his lips as he patted her head once more.

However, when Hinata had asked Hiroaki about her eyes. Both of his own crimson colored eyes had widened up in shock to hear that his little sibling would actually ask about her eyes for once. He had hoped throughout the entire time Hinata had been growing up that she wouldn't had asked that question until she would be older. Although it had seemed that was too much to ask for as he had given himself a mental sigh on making sure to stick to his own vow. Whether she had asked the question or not, it wouldn't change that she wasn't ready to know about her own eyes yet. There would be no telling how she would react to knowing such a thing, especially at her age. "Hinata...I'll tell you soon. This isn't the right time for you to know yet." Hiroaki had explained with trying to keep his tone to a whisper and sounding as sincere as he could in hopes that his little sister wouldn't ask too much about it.

By the time Hinata had shown what she had been holding in her other hand. Watching as how she had been grasping onto the flower with such a tight grip, it wasn't too hard to see the blood dripping down from the palm of her hand and right onto the white rose-like flower. A light gasp escaping his own lips to see that the thorns of the rose had been stuck into her hand, Hiroaki had quickly kneeled down in front of his little sister in concern. "Hinata, you should always look for these spiky ends of a flower when you pick one. Always make sure you either wear gloves if not make sure you don't grab onto those ends." Pointing toward the spikes that had covered the stem of the rose to explain to his little sister what he had meant.

Slowly enough Hiroaki had moved his index finger toward the thorn that had been stuck into Hinata's hand for a moment. "Now, don't move too much okay? This might sting a bit for a second, but after this. Go see mom, she'll get you a better band aid then my own power." Immediately a small bubble of water had formed around the spike that had been stuck into her skin as he yanked out the rose from his little sister's palm with one quick pull. Quickly right after, he had snapped his fingers as the small bubble of water that was once on the wound of his little sister's hand had turned into solid ice to keep her from bleeding out.

Knowing that his little sister might've needed help to get to find their mother rather then having him and his little sister run around the house in search of their mother. Hiroaki had turned his head left and right around the music room in the helpless effort of thinking that their mother or father might had been somewhere in the room. However, having no sight of either of them, he had no choice but to call out to his bodyguard. There were many times he had wished to be alone with his own time within the home, but no matter how much he had tried there was no doubt that Yoru would always find him. "Miss Yoru..If your watching, could you please come out and escort Hinata toward my mother? I am going out for a walk through the village. I'll be fine." It hadn't been many times that Hiroaki had been able to see his bodyguard's powers in display but he had hoped that with her power of shadows, she would be able to find the king and queen much easier then he could.

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Akane was standing on the deck and gazing at the sky when the sun arose, clutching her coffee mug in her hands as she leaned against the railing. "Another day, and I pray to the moon it will be a good one..." she breathed, taking a decent sized swallow of the warm brown liquid a heavy sigh escaped her lips. Akane Daiski was the Queen of the Wolves, and a mother of two. It was hard ans stressfull work sometimes, but the woman did her best. The day progressed normally in the morning, delivering coffee to her husband to wake him up fully, shaking Hiroaki awake, and helping Hinata get dressed for the day. By that time it was breakfast, and she did her best to make the food for her three hungry wolves(with the help of the maid). The mother was no where near the best cook, or the most patient, but trying hard was enough to please her family and herself.

After getting dressed for a day of talking with the council, Akane took the free time to walk around her beautiful home. Memories of when she wanted nothing more then to never come to this house and never talk to her husband went through her mind, bringing a warm smile to her face. Her piercing blue eyes looked over the paintings and art around the house that made the place feel warm and welcoming. Though the one thing that was missing was her children. Having scowered most of the house, even checking their massive garden, she figured that they were on the second floor. The second floor consisted of the bedrooms, two bathrooms, their music room, and their office. The music room was something the whole family held near and dear to their hearts, for the music gene seemed to be in them all.

Walking down the hall towards the music room, she paused, thinking to herself. Memories of when she had been playing the harp while Hiroaki had been playing the piano filled her mind. Hinata's dancing to her husband's fun and happy music was something that was also wonderful and humorus. Akane was pulled out of her thoughts when she realized she still hadn't opened the door. Adjusting her black gloves that went with her golden dress, the red headed mother took in a slow breath and opeend the door. Surprised to see both children in the same room, she smiled widely. "I had a feeling I would find you both in here. What are you up too?"

(Could you guys check the OOC for a moment? Got a quickie question for you all.)

While Hiroaki had sat upon the hard handmade wooden seat that was meant for playing the piano. He had continued to await for his guardian to come and reveal herself and begin escorting his younger sister to their mother so that she could take better care of the wound that Hinata had gotten on her palm. However, right as he had called out to his guardian to come escort Hinata, hearing his little sister speak about how she would go with his guardian so that she wouldn't be of a burden to him. Hiroaki couldn't help but pat his younger sibling on her head playfully before shaking his own head. It was true enough to anyone's eyes that the young princess had loved being with family and there was obviously no doubt that she had a kind soul toward nearly everything from just seeing and hearing how she would act. "Don't worry Hinata, we'll go play later on--" Right as he was coming to complete his sentence, hearing the double glass doors that had lead out of the music room open with a soft *click* noise, both of Hiroaki's own ears perked up as he had quickly turned his attention toward the direction of the noise.

Entering was a older looking women that everyone within the entire kingdom and village of wolves had all known quite well. One of the two people throughout the whole kingdom who set down the laws of the village, one of the two who had powers that even nearly the strongest of wolves would tremble in fear of fighting against. Not only that, this woman was no other then the mother of both Hiroaki and Hinata. The queen of the wolves herself standing before them; but in this case to the two young wolves, their mother. Watching as how his young sister ran up to their mother excitedly and had given her a large hug. Hiroaki couldn't help but stand up from his seat and make his way over toward his own mother as well. "Hi mom. I just wanted to come here and start playing some music again...you know, like the old days?" He had explained right before pointing over toward the large white piano that Hiroaki had just played.

Right when he had heard from Hinata that she had given him a white flower, he had just remembered what had happened about how it had harmed her hand. Even with that, she seemed to had wanted to head out to the garden once more to play with the other wolves. Hiroaki as well as among all the other villagers and other people within the kingdom had all known about the other wolves outside of the village and kingdom itself. Those wolves were all animals who could not change themselves into the form of a human like the rest of them all could. Some were quite gentle and caring, however others were also very aggressive and would attack anything that they saw as food. "Uhm, mom..before you let her out to go play. You might want to check her palm, I don't know anything about healing but I did my best to stop the bleeding from the thorns of the flower."

As soon as Hiroaki had finished speaking, he had slowly began to back away from his mother and made his way toward the small balcony that was attached to the side of the music room. "While you do that though mom..uhh, I'm going to head into the village for a bit. I want to see if there is any fresh fruit around I can get." Indeed, the red haired prince did enjoy fruits quite a bit however when he had spoken to his mother about going into the village to get fruit that much was slightly a lie. He had wanted to go into the forest and go check on the human town, watching how the humans lived may had been dangerous but it was still quite fun to see how their kind had lived so much alike to the wolves.

Yoru stepped out of the shadows and seemed to materialize as she did so. Her clothes were simple, they always were. She wore a pair of blue jeans, lighter in colour, that admittedly needed to be tossed out. They had tears all over them, though not revealing anything inappropriate, still about to possibly fall apart. This was because she had them for a long time and wore them practically everywhere and as she ran through the woods, the branches would snag onto them. Her shirt was a simple black spaghetti-string. Her hair was styled to look a little messy and she didn't care too much for make-up.

The female sighed, closing her eyes before speaking, "Alright, but if you get into trouble while I'm gone, you'll have to explain that one to your parents. I'm not going to risk my butt to save yours if you're the one that got into trouble knowing I was gone." Her eyes opened again and she looked at him for conformation that he had heard her. Yoru then walked over to the younger sibling and took her unharmed hand gently. "Come on hun. Let's see if we can find your parents," she said as she guided the girl out of the room. She turned down the hall, going towards the large meeting room where the King and Queen usually were during the day to take care of matters in the village.

Akira set out to her forge. Yes, the young woman could manipulate metal with her mind, but sometimes she liked doing it the old fashioned way. It was how her father taught her. The blacksmith hardly wore any clothes when working. A strip of thin black cloth to cover her chest and a piece of cloth the resembled shorts for her rear. It got pretty hot in the forge, and she didn't quite enjoy roasting her rear end off.

She set her things down on the table before she began. A hammer to bang the metal into shape, a chisel to engrave her signiture, an air bag (as she called it) to blow on the fire, and a pile of metal that she would be shaping. She grabbed the air bag and walked over to the pitch. Within was a large pile of wood and dry leaves and twigs. She rubbed to sticks together until something caught on fire. She then took the air bag, squeezing it and expanding it, blew air onto the fire to get it to grow. Minutes later, villagers could hear the clan of metal against metal.

There was a special piece she was making later in the day. A sword for the king. And not just any sword, a sword worthy of a king. It would be the finest one she'd ever made. She could see it in her mind. A blade curved in which he could just pull out and strike someone all in one fluid motion. The hilt would be wrapped in cloth to prevent slipping in sweaty hands. Engraved on the blade would be a blessing in the ancient language.


Seth watched his sister leave. Where she was going he didn't care. He had his own problems to deal with. His parents brought home another girl to meet him. How many times did he have to tell his parents that he would not date the girls they introduced him to because they were not his type or he wasn't interested in them. The boy liked men, but he couldn't tell anyone this. He'd be ridiculed, not to mention his family. The son of the mayor gay?

Today, he would eat lunch with the girl before telling her that he was not interestedin a relationship just yet. If she asked why, he'd merely reply that he didn' t want to be distracted from his duties and his studies. Seeing as his sister didn't want to take over, it was up to him.

Akane was more then pleased as her young daughter rushed over and hugged her, the queen was thrilled to be precise. It wasn't often that she had the opportunity to spend time with her children during the day, and that made the red headed mother sad. "Hinata dearest, look at Mommy. I love your eyes and your should too. They are such a beautiful blessing." she cooed to her child as she patted that small head of her's. The Queen found Hinata to be much like her husband, excitable, but always honest and loving in his own special way. It warmed her heart to see her beautiful little baby growing everyday, little by little, giving her a feeling of bringing up the children well.

"I wish we could spend more time playing like we used to Hiroaki... I'm sorry we do not get many chances lately." Akin said lightly, but frowned as her eldest child brought up another thing. Hinata was hurt, and supposedly from a flower. A slight frown crossing her lips, the mother gently took her daughter's small soft hand in her own gloved hand and shook her head. "Oh honey, what did I say about flowers? Some are dangerous and you must be aware of those small little thorns." she reminded her youngest sternly, but care on her face. "Alright, how about you come with mommy through town after I make your hand all better?" she offered lightly, leaning down to smile at the small girl. Her red ears perked up from her curled hair and swivled towards her son. "Hiroaki Dashiki." she said curtly, looking to her son sternly. "I am to meet your father in town for the meeting, and Hinata will be with me, why not join us? We will pick up some mangos on the way. Let's make this a family time." she said lightly, brushing a strand of red hair from her eyes. Mangos happened to be the absolute favorite fruit that her whole entire family adored, and knowing a fresh crop just came in was something that the Mother knew would draw her children into family time. Even if it was a bit of a bribe.

Chu'si walked through the forest silently, watching over the Mayor's daughter once more. The Indian female was tall, deeply tanned, and had natural curling brown locks that rested past her shoulder blades. The stark contrast of her orange tattoos gave away her identity, but with her skills of stealth, it wasn't a disadvantage when it came to being a hunter. They didn't name her the snake maiden for nothing. Sitting pretty on the tree branch, the young adult watched as her charge rode through the forest, not at a swift pace, but it wasnt lesurily either. It ment she had a purpose, and knowing the purpose behind the young maiden's movements was what Chu'si sought out. Watching the confrontation, the wind tossled the trees' leaves, and in a graceful movement the huntress dropped to the ground. "Good morning," Chu'si said nonchalantly, her Indian accent apparent in her voice. "This part of the woods seems to be popular lately, no?" Light conversation was key. All three needed to get away from such parts of the woods, and especially the Mayor's daughter. Narrowing her eyes a bit as a breeze came again, the Indian woman wore a hunter leather corset top that showed her stomach, with beads upon it. She also wore a matchif brown leather skirt that was knee length, and had a cut up her right side. Her leather boots were sleek, and not very clunky compared to most boots. A single strand of her hair held the fang of the wolf she had killed when she was younger, as well as a few beads made from the beast's bones. With her head dress, tattoo, and hair, the woman's appearance was that of pride and loyalty to her people and her duty. Chu'si, even being the snake maiden, would fight and protect the people to the bitter end.

Hiroaki could only stand in one spot as he stared at his mother speak with his younger sister about how she had already told Hinata about the dangers of picking flowers that had thorns on them. Simply just hearing their mother speak with such kindness had brought back several memories of how things had used to be before both of their parents had become such busy people due to the humans. However, when he had spoken up about leaving into town to get some fruit even though it was a large lie. It had seemed as though their mother didn't really look like she had really believed what her son had said. Rather then letting him go on his own, she had suggested that he went with his younger sibling and their mother to go into town to look for some mangoes. Indeed, that was a great fruit to have and if mother said there was a fresh crop just put out in the market area. It must've been true. Not to mention that their father was also going to be meeting them in town today for some type of meeting, just hearing that made Hiroaki slightly curious on what it could be. His last thoughts on the moment were that the meeting would be something about the humans, maybe it had to do with the new heirs to the throne or a new law to the village?

Whatever the case was, Hiroaki had known well enough not to argue with his mother. Especially since how scary she could be when she had gotten angry at someone, so rather then trying to get his own way. He nodded his head and made his way over toward his mother and younger sister. "Miss Yoru, would you like to accompany us as well?" Hiroaki had known well enough that his guardian nor was Hinata's guardian part of the family tree, but leaving them out of the fun was rather rude indeed. Besides, with his guardian coming along, maybe there would be a chance for Hiroaki to sneak off into the forest while his mother and younger sister might be checking out which pieces of mango were ripe or not.