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I wanted to show you some of my writing c; and i made a story today of Koku and Kuro's times in one of the city provinces they stayed at in the early 1400's. Koku and Kuro never had much of a good relationship, but Kuro was determined to protect Koku after his mother was murdered.
so here c: ignore my typos and bad grammar this wasnt super well written i know. I'm not Shakespeare.

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Kuro paced the halls of the tiny shack he called home, his fur beginning to prickle when his adopted son Koku did not return from the market. He threw open the door, both worried and furious that he was disobeyed, 'he knows he shouldnt be out after dark. Not this soon after the incident.' He thought to himself, shutting the wooden door and heading out towards the city walls.
Kuro and Kokuryu did not live a life of luxury inside the walls, nor did they make a living outside of it. The only income brought into their tiny abode was from Kuro working iron with the local blacksmith, as it was dangerous for Koku to be out alone for extended periods of time. Koku was still unstable after ten years of his mother's death, and the townspeople knew his face as a face of death and destruction. It was Kuro's job not only to keep him safe, but to keep the city and area safe from Koku's destructive capabilities.

Kuro climbed down from his horse and tied it to a post just outside the gates, walking inside and heading towards the marketplace. He heard rioting, and chanting, his legs going from a fast walk to a full sprint in less than a second. He skidded around the corner, only to find exactly what he suspected: Koku fending off angry villagers. "KOKURYU!" Kuro snarled, shoving his way through the crowd and towering over them like some sort of hairy monstrosity.

Kokuryu glanced over at Kuro through his one good eye, the other black and blue and swollen shut.

Civilians began fighting Kuro next, leaving Koku to collapse on the ground, beaten. Kuro growled and disregarded many of them, until some began prodding him with pitchforks and shivs. He snarled, and grabbed a man by the top of the head, his huge mit of a hand going over the crown of his head, tossing him aside with ease. "Get away from my boy!" He snarled.

Kuro batted the civilians away that still lurked around Koku, ignoring the rotten fruit and glass bottles being thrown at his back, his fur catching most of the debris. Kuro scooped the young man up, seeing his condition, and started hefting him away, "you all should be ashamed of yourself. He's just a boy." He growled as he walked by the still rumbling crowd.

The crowd began chanting slurs and cruel words as the two walked away, Koku now entirely limp in Kuro's arms though his eye that remained open was bright with fury. Once Kuro had made it safely back to their home, he had Kokuryu resting on a cot fit with new fur bedding atop a few bales of hay. The candlelight illuminated Koku's bruises and gashes, making them appear much, much worse. "I could have fended them off Kuro." Kokuryu growled, "you need to stop saving me all the time, I can take care of myself." He added, wincing a bit when he moved to look at Kuro.

Kuro said nothing and walked over to the young boy, kneeling down in front if him and wetting a cloth in a bowl of water. He dabbed the blood from Kokuryu's nose, which was now becoming dry and crusted to his fur. "They've broken your nose." He rumbled to himself, cleaning Koku's fur around his face and eyes as tenderly as his massive hands could.

Kokuryu growled, his voice had recently become deeper, and his body began to grow more muscle. He was a late bloomer when it came to puberty, everything happening over the last two or three years. "Are you even listening to me?" He asked with a sharp hiss of pain when Kuro inspected a wound on his chest from a shiv of sorts.

"No, I'm not. Your mother wanted me to protect you. And going off on your own and starting fights for glory with people who hate you, and WILL find a way to kill you, is not the easiest way for me to do that." Kuro finally growled, standing up and grabbing the bowl. "You're an idiot Kokuryu. Grow some balls and learn that fighting your way through hatred is not the best way to go. This isn't what Christa-" he stopped a moment, closing his eyes briefly before finishing in a much softer tone; "your mother- would have wanted. You're a demon Koku. A very powerful demon. I dont know all of what you can do. But if we have another incident like we did before, I'm afraid I won't know what to do to stop you again." He murmured, walking over to the window and dumping the bloody water out, before setting it down on a stump they used as a counter.

Kokuryu growled softly and stood up, "my mother would have wanted me to avenge her!" He snarled, new blood beginning to flow from his nostrils, and soak his upper lip once again.

"NO. SHE WOULD NOT." Kuro boomed, turning on Koku and grabbing him by the shirt. "Can't you sit and not be an idiot for one day? I'm trying to protect you!" He snapped, "And now we have to go another month hunting for our own food until the market comes back around!" He added, becoming as furious as Koku was.

Kuro threw Koku down on the bed, and walked away from him to the fireplace, sitting down in the small rocking chair beside it. "Go to sleep Kokuryu. You're body will be healed tomorrow." He murmured; staring into the flames, and contemplating leaving the young god.

Despite his growing affection to the boy, he could not stay around him any longer, becoming also fearful of him. As Koku grew older, so did his strength. And before long, Koku would be able to overpower Kuro. He knew exactly what Koku was, and what Koku could do. He also knew what it would take to stop Koku from impending the apocalypse.

Kokuryu growled softly, and decided it would be best to do as his adopted father had told him, rolling on his other side gingerly with his back facing Kuro.