Love at blades edge
Hyo finally asked with a laugh, grinning at the kitsune whom would nod and slowly sheath her daisho, though only after the leopard had done so first.
The Love Of Takahashi Yoishi: Part Five
I struggled to rise onto my unbroken hindpaw before laboriously making my way over to my daisho, resuming my observation of the fight.
Dearest Sorrow
Behind her stood white furred fox dressed like a ronin, a masterless samurai, adorned with a daisho at his side, wearing a plain red kimono and a pair of wooden sandals.
Love at Blades Edge - Redux Pt1
"as subtle as a drunken bull as always" hyo hissed back at buruto, dropping his pack and drawing his daisho.
Trick or Treat
Together, these two blades were his daisho, like the samurai his clan had once been. but these blades weren't his only weapons. silv could use his claws to quite the effect, if necessary.
The Love of Takahashi Yoishi: Part Four
The otter's lips curled up in disgust as he accepted it, though i noted he was violating protocol by retaining his daisho -- the paired swords of the samurai.
Love at blades edge Pt2 – Death of a master
"as subtle as a drunken bull as always" hyo hissed back at buruto, dropping his pack and drawing his daisho. these five were clearly not diplomats and carried little rations; they were not planning on bringing anyone back, at least not alive.
The Love of Takahashi Yoishi: Part Two
I am trained to _wear_ the daisho of my ancestors, but i am not skilled in their use.
Zendao Bios (unfinished novel idea)
Name: oroshi kyo species: hokkaido wolf age: 24 date of birth: 23rd moonfall, second season, year of the ox, 1841 element: metal weapon: daisho katanas employment: samurai by birth, novelist element: light bio: oroshi kyo never really knew
The Love of Takahashi Yoishi: Part 8
I continued to train with the daisho and to meditate on them as lung suggested. in the morning, i taught sakura-dono, while yuu-kun went to study with his tutor.
Chapter Thirteen: Discovery
He reached back and passed the daisho he had been holding with his tail into his hands. "may i?" he asked, nodding to the sash as her waist, "there are certain ways these must be worn."
The Love of Takahashi Yoishi: Part Six
Across the street, two children watched me, seemingly perplexed by the sight of a dog wearing the daisho. i addressed them kindly. "do you know where the priest has gone?"