11-01-2012, 12:51 AM
Continuing his travels toward the house of sorrow alone, Yukito had made sure both his hands were hidden within the large kimono that he had worn. Staying silent with his own face showing nothing else but complete seriousness, the young male king of the house of memory had known well enough at the pace he had been going there was a large chance that he would be late. However that was only going to be if he had kept walking at the pace he was. The true reason he had been taking his time around these dangerous parts of the forest that many of the other houses have known to be a death trap, was only because he had wished to know the area a bit more. Yukito had always been fascinated by different plants that he had never seen before, whether the plant was dangerous or not it was still something to find out about. Slowly the young king had stepped up to what looked like a strange blue flower that had some type of black energy leaking out from the tip of it's petals. Kneeling in front of the flower itself, he had placed a single hand onto each of the petals before brushing the back of his hand off of it. The flower had given off a sweet aroma that tickled the senses of the young king.
Whatever the case may had been, since the young king had known well enough that he would be able to reach the house of sorrows quite easily. He had reached into a pocket that was within his large kimono and had pulled out what looked like a booklet, flipping through the pages inside of the booklet he had passed multiple different drawings of different flowers as well as animals. By the time he had come across a blank page, Yukito had grabbed onto a small drawing pencil that was also within t he same pocket as the booklet. Slowly sketching out the entire flower, he had made sure to catch every essences of the flower into his booklet.
By the time he had finished, the young king of the house of memory had noticed how he had taken up truly too much time. It was about time to hurry himself to the meeting room, being too late was probably going to get him scolded at by everyone of the other houses. So without much of a moment later, Yukito had closed his eyes as he began to concentrate his dragonic strength into his legs. Within about a minute later, underneath the kimono and within his shoes his skin had become slightly more jagged due to the scales beginning to grow out from his own skin. Right the next second that had gone by, the young king had immediately vanished from sight on where he had been standing. Rather then teleportation which was an ability that the young king did not have, he had simply used his dragon strength to run quicker to the house of sorrow. He had easily evaded collision with any of the other trees or dangerous or not plants on his way toward the house.
After a matter of minutes passing by, Yukito had caught sight of the house. Immediately coming to a complete stop at the twin large double doors, there had seemed to be two guards standing outside. Blocking the young king's path for a moment, Yukito had raised his right arm up and had pulled the sleeve of his kimono down to show the emblem of the royal house of memory to prove that he was of someone who was here for the meeting. With a simple nod of approval, he had handed his sheathed katana over toward one of the guards before stepping inside. Letting his shoes step onto the soft fabric of the carpet, the young king had followed the beautifully painted portraits for him to be lead to the throne room where the meeting would soon be held.
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