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Kurohana| Menrui x Dzohn
🕑 Added 2024-10-15 03:56:41 +0000 UTCI have a wheel that has locations for Luminaris (my lore world) and it picked the Kurohana region! SO I made Menrui (or Noodle) and Dzohn official island residents of Marzipan's Island, Windsong Island!
A little lore Drabble to go with it. Was trying to make something brief-er but ended up going a little over LOL
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Dzohn wasn’t exactly the most typical sight on Windsong Isle—a horse, broad and battle-worn, his katana always close by. Within him lived the remnants of a demon spirit, once a powerful ally in his war against the darkness. Though the spirit no longer showed itself, it still infused his sword, turning it into a weapon of immense power whenever Dzohn called upon it. Despite his strength, it was his awkward, anxious smile that often caught people off guard, something he tried to hide.
But one evening, that smile wasn’t met with the usual confusion or fear. It was met with warmth—the warmth of Menrui, a sweet soul who owned the most beloved noodle shop at the heart of Windsong Isle. She was unlike anyone Dzohn had ever met. A hybrid of horse and salmon-whale, she moved with grace despite her hooves, effortlessly preparing bowls of noodles that warmed not only the body but the heart of every visitor.
He was supposed to be on Windsong Isle for a mission, summoned by Marzipan, the island’s protective spirit, to guard against dark forces. But each night, Dzohn found himself wandering to Menrui’s shop, captivated not just by her food, but by the kindness in her eyes, the way she welcomed everyone, and the way she didn’t seem to mind his nervousness. It wasn’t long before he started offering to walk her home after her long hours at the shop. She worked tirelessly, making sure no one went hungry, and the least he could do was make sure she got home safely.
Their bond grew slowly, naturally. She was the first who didn’t flinch at his smile. The first to ask about his past without judgment. The first to make him feel at ease. And soon, Dzohn wasn’t just coming for the noodles. He was coming for her.
Then, the red moon rose. The night was thick with tension as the skies split open, allowing demons to spill from the Demonic Soul Garden into the Kurohana region. Windsong Isle fell under siege. Menrui, ever selfless, rushed to help the island’s residents, putting herself in grave danger. Dzohn, sword in maw, found her injured, her usual strength waning. In that moment, hie felt his heart ache at the possible loss of this beloved mare. He fought off the demonic forces with all he had, the demon that inhabited his sword raging to protect her. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Not Menrui.
By dawn, the threat was over. Marzipan had closed the gates, but the scars of the night remained—Menrui’s injury, the shaken island, and Dzohn’s realization that he couldn’t leave. Not now, not ever.
Despite their injuries, Dzohn rushed to Menrui, barely able to contain the truth he had kept locked away for months. “I’m staying,” he told her breathlessly, not caring that his body ached from the battle. “For you.”
Menrui, with tears in her eyes, whispered what she had been too afraid to say for so long: “I love you, Dzohn. If that means you need to leave, it’s okay...”
He shook his head, stepping closer to her. “I’m not going anywhere. I love you, too.”
In the warmth of that moment, despite the bruises and bandages, their hearts found one another. The love they had both silently held onto was finally shared, bringing them together in a way neither could have expected. And in the soft glow of the morning, even as their bodies ached from the night’s battle, passion ignited, and they sealed their love in a way that no words could ever capture.
Windsong Isle had given Dzohn more than a mission—it had given him a home, and Menrui had given him a reason to stay.
