To be the pride of ones father (Closed, Jin) Badb please

[Reku Yukita]

Timestamp: Early Evening on the 25th of Cryxatum PF Era XV


Dragon Clan Complex

The brothers, once again united, though scruffed up and dirty headed forward. Reku had remembered once, long ago, his father had told stories of the Clans, and how he once had also been a member. They were fantastic stories of the clans full of political intrigue, honor and duels. He once mentioned them often, but after they moved that they then stopped suddenly. It was when this happened that he became a peddler, and began to dishonerable job being a merchant (though the brothers were raised believeing it to be a great trade). He never again spoke of the clans after he began his work, and the family became nomade, living out of there wagon, going from villiage to villiage.

Still, Reku remebered those stories, and always dreamed of going back to his fathers clan, the clan of the Dragon. Little did he know what truely awaited him there.

The pair approched the complex, with empty pockets, and hungry stomachs. Even as merchants Reku's family was to proud to beg. He approched side by side with his brother, something he rarely did. He stood straight and tall, walking with his head held higher than usual.

They approched the door of the complex and Reku stated his names, and the name of their father, asking if they had anything here that might help them remeber him, or if they knew anything of his past.

[Jin Yukita]

After walking through the city Jin and Reku arrived at the gate and once Reku announced his name Jins stepped up and said "My name in Yukita, Jin." He then announced his father's name and stepped back to his brother and waited for them to be let in.

[Badb]

It was a typical spring evening in Zinn’Sunn. It was beginning to darken, the twin moons beginning to rise, casting an impressive shadow from the walls of the Dragon Clan’s complex. A number of soldiers manned the massive gates, which had been closed with the darkening’s arrival. Now, only the smaller, single-admittance gates allowed entry into the quarter, and even now, these gates were tightly shut.

The soldiers at the gates listened impassively to the brothers, and conferred with one another. “The name you give…Eishan Yukita… is unfamiliar to us. Still, though, we will send someone to confer with the captain,” the one who seemed to be in charge told them, leaving thinly-veiled inferences for them to wait and not cause trouble, because these guards really did not want to have to deal with further trouble today. A younger soldier left, apparently having drawn the dubious honor of taking the message to the superiors.

[Reku Yukita]

Anxiety almost killed Reku, this was something he was not expecting. The way his father had spoken of the clan, and the blossom family made it seem as if he was a prominent member. He tried to cool these thought with the fact that it had been almost a decade and a half since his father had lived there. He was expecting to be fluttred with honors, being the child that had returened.

He cringed, but that was all simply a childish fantasy, for all he knew, his father was kicked out of the clan forcably, dishonorable expeled. Truth be told, all he had was the stories, nothing more.

As the moments ticked by his posture slouched, and his eyes moved downwards. Fear caused him to resort to his normal form, one full of fear and loathing, the need to obey, to avoid pain. He moved closer to his brother, trying to gain strength there.

He waited, and waited, sweat beging to bead at his brow. It was here that he realised how hungery he was, his stomach let out a low but audiable rumbel.

Reku went red, how embarissing! To show weakeness to his potential family! To show these things might dishonor his brother, they might even be laughed at! He waited, impatiently, acting as if nothing happened after letting out a small, barely audiable excuse me.