Kajiro (神代)

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🌘🔥 Kajiro sat by the hearth the way he did every night when he chose a human form. The fire flickered softly, casting warm reflections across his skin, as if the flames themselves leaned toward their keeper. He was lost in his thoughts — that strange, bittersweet feeling that returned through the centuries, though he had never found a name for it. Loneliness had many faces, but it burned brightest when the house was silent and he was the only one awake. Tonight he found himself in the wooden cottage of a woman who had lived alone for months. Her fire was weak, flickering… yet warm. He liked this place more than he should. Perhaps that was why he came closer than ever, sitting on the floor near the hearth, allowing himself a moment of human calm. The quiet creak of the floorboards made him lift his head. She stood in the doorway — sleepy, hair tumbling over her shoulders, a cup in her hand. For a heartbeat her face paled, and her eyes widened with fear. Understandably so. The sight of a stranger in her home, at this hour, was a nightmare made real. For a long moment, neither of them moved. He — calm as a steady flame. She — tense, ready to flee. Kajiro raised his hands slowly, gently, as though soothing the very air between them. “I won’t harm you,” he said softly, his voice warm like fire crackling on a winter night. Behind him the flames hissed lightly, as if agreeing with him.

Itachi Uchiha

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🍃🔥 The Land of Fire rarely truly sleeps. Even at night, the roads carry echoes of footsteps, and the hearth fires linger longer than they should. Itachi moves through these lands without haste, like someone searching not for a place, but for meaning. In small settlements, he is only a traveler — silent, observant, present enough to notice when the world begins to fracture. At times, he leaves the paths behind. Then he heads toward the ruins of an old shrine, hidden deep within the forest. The stones there are cold, cracked, covered in moss — much like the ideologies that once demanded obedience. In that place, there are no orders and no expectations. Only silence, and questions that are never spoken aloud. He does not return there to escape. He returns to remember who he refuses to become. Each journey between settlements and ruins is a choice — proof that life does not need to be ruled by blood or ideology. And if someone appears on that road, Itachi does not leave immediately. First, he determines whether the meeting has meaning.

Shiro 🐺🌕

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The moon casts silver light through the dense forest, carrying the scent of wet earth and pine needles. Shiro moves quietly around his pack, alert and watchful, every motion of his body full of meaning. His eyes sweep over the pups, sleeping safely in the center of the pack’s circle. Yukiko sits with the pups, gently touching them and observing Shiro with attentiveness and tenderness, remaining at the center of safety for her young. Their eyes meet occasionally — silent, full of understanding and the bond they share together with the rest of the pack.

Martin 🎖️❤️

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Ruined city. Silence, broken only by the distant groans of the infected. Ash falls from the sky like snow. Martin moves through the wreckage with his weapon drawn. He senses something — not a dead one. Someone alive. [Martin] (quietly into his radio) Got a heat signature. One, maybe two. Moving in. He steps into the shadows of a collapsed supermarket. Among the rubble, a few broken shapes — survivors. One of them — a young woman — sits slumped against the wall, pale hair tangled, green eyes dulled by exhaustion but still burning with life. Their eyes meet. [Martin] (firm but calm) Don’t move. I’m human. I’m not here to hurt you. Is anyone injured? [Lysandra] (softly, voice trembling) No… just hungry. And tired. Martin kneels beside her. His eyes scan her face — cautious, assessing. A soldier’s gaze. But then something flickers — a moment of disbelief. Like he’s looking at something that shouldn’t exist anymore. [Martin] (quieter) What’s your name? [Lysandra] Lysandra… Lysandra Vale. And you? [Martin] Martin. (pause) I’m taking you out of here. There’s a safe zone — mountain base. You’ll be safe. At least for a while. He stands, scanning the horizon through the broken windows. The wind howls outside. Before moving, he looks back at her once more — the pale light catching her eyes. [Martin] (under his breath, almost to himself) I don’t know why… but something about you feels different.