There was a lot to think about lately. Ikko, for all intents and purposes, had what could only be considered an atrocious past few weeks and while the details were still something of a hazy blur in Ikko's mind, he knew well enough that leaving the village at this juncture was something of a risk. The last few times he dared venture out of bounds were, typically, not especially pleasant and the notion made this little adventure something of a risk. Most of Ikko's recent struggles came because he was in fact lured out of the village on a quest that he really should not have embarked on and it had landed him in the host of trouble that he was experiencing now, but the more and more time he spent in the village after that, the less and less he felt like he was safe for himself or for others. It was then that he decided that he would take a small trip for himself, away from the others, in an attempt to clear his own head.
That was how Ikko found himself scaling another mountain within the same month, that he had been forced to venture through one. He was not sure why he chose this place for his little pseudo-adventure. Normally people would avoid places where they had endured traumatic events, but, ignoring that no one would ever consider Ikko to be "normal" in the first place, the boy had felt a certain pull, a certain calling to return. He couldn't explain it. At first he was afraid something else had been nudging his thoughts, pushing him to return, but it wasn't the same malice that he was used to, the same murderous rage that had swelled day in and day out. This was different. It wasn't malicious, but it wasn't necessarily benign either. It was just a sort of tug, a pull, like a deja vu reminding him of something important he forgot. In addition, Ikko was blessed to a certain extent to find that wherever he was setting off to was mercifully on nearly the opposite side of the mountain range of his last foray here.
Ikko's hand suddenly appeared over the cliff side and clamped down onto the last lip and slowly pulled himself up and over, rolling out into his back in the snow as he gazed up at what he half expected to be that familiarly depressing cave. This one however didn't really carry that feeling, malice and hate didn't just roll out of it like an especially menacing wheeze. In fact, next to nothing rolled off of it, it was just...there. It was odd, eerie even. It was such a difference from his normal experiences. It was a sort of calm he had never really experienced or understood. Ikko, shivering slightly, pushed himself up to his feet as the cold wind whipped against him. Being cold was a new experience for him, until recently he had always endured the "cold" with the sort of indifference and disdain that would befit the most petulant cat on the planet. Now however, he was becoming steadily more aware of what normal people had to deal with. Ikko, grumbling to himself, brushed the snow from himself and set off, down the small ledge and in to the mouth of the cave. He had no idea what he was looking for or honestly why he was looking for it, but the feeling that he was supposed to be here was strong enough to push him forward, to push him over.
[WC: 594]
That was how Ikko found himself scaling another mountain within the same month, that he had been forced to venture through one. He was not sure why he chose this place for his little pseudo-adventure. Normally people would avoid places where they had endured traumatic events, but, ignoring that no one would ever consider Ikko to be "normal" in the first place, the boy had felt a certain pull, a certain calling to return. He couldn't explain it. At first he was afraid something else had been nudging his thoughts, pushing him to return, but it wasn't the same malice that he was used to, the same murderous rage that had swelled day in and day out. This was different. It wasn't malicious, but it wasn't necessarily benign either. It was just a sort of tug, a pull, like a deja vu reminding him of something important he forgot. In addition, Ikko was blessed to a certain extent to find that wherever he was setting off to was mercifully on nearly the opposite side of the mountain range of his last foray here.
Ikko's hand suddenly appeared over the cliff side and clamped down onto the last lip and slowly pulled himself up and over, rolling out into his back in the snow as he gazed up at what he half expected to be that familiarly depressing cave. This one however didn't really carry that feeling, malice and hate didn't just roll out of it like an especially menacing wheeze. In fact, next to nothing rolled off of it, it was just...there. It was odd, eerie even. It was such a difference from his normal experiences. It was a sort of calm he had never really experienced or understood. Ikko, shivering slightly, pushed himself up to his feet as the cold wind whipped against him. Being cold was a new experience for him, until recently he had always endured the "cold" with the sort of indifference and disdain that would befit the most petulant cat on the planet. Now however, he was becoming steadily more aware of what normal people had to deal with. Ikko, grumbling to himself, brushed the snow from himself and set off, down the small ledge and in to the mouth of the cave. He had no idea what he was looking for or honestly why he was looking for it, but the feeling that he was supposed to be here was strong enough to push him forward, to push him over.
[WC: 594]
For quite some time, the little plushie that was stationed in the cave was having the time of their lives. Just enjoying their own little selves and enjoying peace. They always were around these parts when they wanted peace and quiet from the rest of the world and from the others. Their fluffy body and their little pom pom at the top cannot handle everything all at once after all.