YOKAI, yowane haku

[attr="class","bioheader"]about.

[attr="class,"bioentry"]Anxious. Gentle. Just. Melancholic. Passive. Sensitive. Stubborn. Two-faced. Understanding. Vindictive.[break][break]A tsubaki tree spirit trying to find a human identity and living a mundane way of life.

[attr="class","bioheader"]history.

[attr="class,"bioentry"]The first thing you remember is that the night was cold yet your body didn't shiver like it should. Really, you felt a bit numb. The only thing you knew is that a woman lied next to your roots where you sprouted, under the piles of soil and your flowers matched the color of her eyes. Maybe you two were one and the same after such a long time together you both became one.[break][break]At night, you appear from your usual body -- the beautiful flowers you've bloomed is now a bright crimson. The tsubaki you've grown changes color on occasion, you've learned. Sometimes it is a soft, gentle pink or a virtuous white. But when you've manifested in your human form, it is always a tantalizing red. A vibrant color that reminds you of the humans you converse with and seduce, but also a deathly warning of what happens when the living and the dead mingle together. Although you are a tsubaki tree, you feel as if you were maybe once human like the woman you've absorbed. Sometimes you imagine all it was like to move and laugh in the sunlight that nourishes your branches. But the moonlight is what your spirit flourishes under.[break][break]It was too long again when you were able to move away from your spot among the edges of the village that you felt able to live again. Though your form was unearthly to the villagers, none exactly shooed you away. Perhaps they were too scared. Or perhaps they were too drawn in by you. It's not like you could exactly talk, you mimicked their speech or more like murmur. Your trips to the villagers in the dead of night only consists of the nightlife of taverns and so forth to bring you company. But those stops are brought to an end soon enough once people chase you away with little charms and mean words. It does enough to chip away your little curiosity and dreams to which makes the next centuries with you retaining the form of your tree. And you sleep.[break][break]The people change from their little kimono to their pants and shirts. Their hair now short instead of long. They are less flamboyant now, you think when you wake up again. There's couples always by you and picking at your flowers, pieces of you the girls smile at. They put you in their hair. It really hurts. Though you wonder if there's anybody who you used to be like that with. You also wonder if it was possible that you could move away too if you tried. And you did.[break][break]You moved place to place with your true body -- the roots and all -- in a small pot. You always bring it with you, because that's the only reason why you can come into being. Over time, you've managed to retain your form in the sunlight and you've managed to become like the people you used to watch from a far. Now you wear the white button-up and black skirt you've seen many women with before. It's become an everyday outfit as you live more like them. You work, earn money and lots of other things! It makes you a bit happy -- you've finally come back to life! Like the woman who you became one with, surely she would be happy. No, she is, because you're her and you're happy.[break][break]But were you really happy?[break][break]You still feel a bit numb honestly. Like when this form was born. But that's how all humans feel, you're sure. It'll go away eventually. Hopefully.

[attr="class","bioheader"]loves and hobbies.

[attr="class,"bioentry"]Alcohol. Bees. Being alone. Cats. Flowers. Hot coco. Photography. Purple. The sky.

[attr="class","bioheader"]dislikes and loathes.

[attr="class,"bioentry"]Aphids. Being alone. Being touched. Couples. Coworkers. Tight clothing. Rodents. The cold. The color white.

[attr="class","bioline"]old

[attr="class","bioline"]female

[attr="class","bioline"]bisexual

[attr="class","bioline"]yokai; furutsubaki no rei

[attr="class","bioline"]december 22nd

[attr="class","bioline"]office worker

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