Cleaning up the place we called home Hinabi awoke to the feeling of someone laying on his chest like always. The ghost of his past still haunting him both in sleep and while awake as he quickly sat upward, sweat beading on his forehead as it rolled down his face. His breath uneven and shaken as he held the tooth on his necklace tightly. His gaze was distant as he tried to pull it away from the necklace and out the small window to see what time it was. The cold night breeze washing over him with a breath of relief soon to follow. Unable to sleep most times after waking in such a manner Hinabi chose to start his day early. Sheets moving off his skin to welcome the cold with his scarred chest as he stood up yawning. His same old worn out grey pants covering his lower body as he walked across the frozen floor barefoot. His familia residents was still a long way from being repaired, and he was only able to do so much each day on his own. Right hand turning the knob on his door to reveal the shattered halls outside. The fights with other Familia’s over the location still resounding through the halls for him as he reach down to pick up an ice brick and began to walk down the wall tossing it between his hands. ”I think today i’ll finish repairing the dining hall… Then if i have some time left over i can try to get the passage to the library cleaned up to see how bad the damage is there…” His left hand rising to scratch behind his ears as each of his tails playfully swayed around behind him as he turned into the main hall. Thankfully he made sure that this room was one of the first he repaired, the ice pillars supporting the murals drawn on the roof allowed him to relax and take in the beautiful view of what the Familia once was. He could tell anyone the name and race of each member painted in the murals above, the bonds they had with each other, the laughs they shared building the ice castle with their goddess. He also could tell you how each met their demise, how each left the goddess alone when she needed others around her, and how none of them seemed to care for how she felt when she begged them to stay. His grip closing around the brick as it shattered under the pressure. His breath picking up as he felt hate for those he once wished to protect. A light sigh however broke him out of his hate and replaced it with a slight smile as he opened the dining hall double doors. Thankfully the place was not as bad when you could not see much due to the bad lighting. What Hinabi could see was a large circle of rubble from the roof from where a god fell in during the last fight they fought here. The dried blood of a fellow Familia member still left on the tiles as Hinabi walked to start clearing the rubble away from the area to clean the mess. He was going to make this place somewhere his goddess could go through with a smile and not a pained expression, even if it took his entire life to rebuild it alone. Introduction post Day I
Cleaning up the place we call home Hinabi knew he still had a long way to go before he would be moving the fallen pillars in the dining hall, or the tables under parts of the outer wall. So he was going to do the things he figured he could do and then try a bit more later on. Looking towards the night sky through the hole in the ceiling he got rough guess of the time of day and moved to his first pile to get going. Most might have swept the ground first, but Hinabi knew he would only make it a mess again so for the time he would deal with the dust and broken glass by avoiding it as best he could. His pace stopped before a small pile of broken wood from one of the larger windows of the room, his neck cracking as she moved his neck and got ready to try and start lifting some weights. Right hand holding the snapped end, while the left was placed mid way down the five foot slender wood, a quick movement shifted the wood onto his left shoulder before be began walking towards the outside eating area. He did not feel much strain from the weight of the wood, but he wanted it out of his way so he tossed it over the railing into a small pile on the floor below. Without much thought he rested his hands on the railing to overlook the backyard of the familia residence. The garden was in ruins, the old fountain no longer worked and was destroyed beyond repair, the paths had small creators from ranged magic attacks that did not travel far enough thankfully reducing the work inside the familia house. Pushing off the rails before watching them fall down to the ground below, a light sigh as he added it to his list and went back inside to keep working. His next lift was a bit more troublesome to get lifted right while alone. The bench a good seven feet long and three feet wide did not rest well on his right shoulder, and with the creaks up and down the wood he was afraid it would break at any moment. A splinter poking his shoulder made him shift the weight the wrong way and hit his face causing a chain reaction, a annoyed growl, a few choice words, and throwing the bench into a fallen pillar. The loud cracking filled the hall as the bench fell apart. ”Well at least now it is not annoying to balance…” His tone was much quieter as he looked through the double doors half expecting his goddess to storm over and tell him to stop working at night if he was going to be loud about it. The thought of her lecturing him caused a small laugh while he picked up the legs of the bench and held them under his right arm moving to the balcony to toss them like he would the rest of the wood scraps he would be cleaning from this room. Strength training Day I
Cleaning up the place we call home The night breeze was refreshing for the work in his opinion, while it was slightly colder than he would have liked it was natural for this area. Cailleach had picked this spot due to its seclusion from outsiders and the fact it was always winter here was an added bonus for the goddess of winter. Sky blue eyes watched a bit of debris fall from a chandelier as the winds swept across the dining hall. Part of him knew this was a failed task, even if he managed to repair the place there was nobody left to fill the halls. So much had happen in such a short few years. Countless dark gods had tried to claim the castle familia house, so many familia members had died protecting the halls of their home. The thoughts of the past pain this once joyful place had felt caused Hinabi to start crying as he lifted part of a barricade the familia had made between the first and second attacks they had to deal with. He felt their ghost over his shoulders, he heard them yelling at him for not fighting or raising his fist, only defending. He had seen far too much bloodshed by his hands to want any more on himself. Even if the world saw him as a coward or gentle giant it was his choice and their words held little meaning to him. Shoulders shifting as he flipped the wood over the ledge and himself before returning inside. There was still so much work to do in this room alone and so many more rooms to repair and clean up. Eyes closed tightly as pain shot up his leg drawing his focus down to see blood. His train of thought had led him into a small patch of fallen glass as blood spilled out from under his feet causing him to sigh faintly. Slowly moving backwards and out of the glass before he sat down to begin getting the shards out of his feet. Strength training Day I
