A Thousand Battles, A Thousand Victories. [[ Natives Only ]]

As the day slowly turned into night, there came a calming sense of surrender, as the setting of the sunset began to creep into the fabric of time. Kabukk felt the remnant heat coming from the passing sun, soaking in the last moments of warmth as the evening came to being. He began to see the moons once again, crowding the skies with their majestic size. He was once again he was alone for another night, there came many nights where he would ponder his past relationship with father, mother, brother and sister. He wondered if they were still looking at the same moons as he was looking at, hoping that he would see them once again.

With the distance of time, he began to have a hard time picturing what his family looked like, this realization began to worry him. The lost of memories provided a sense of anxiety that began to increase with each passing day. There were many a time when he thought that he would be at simply be at peace and end his life, then there were times where he would gain the right ounce of confidence to continue on -- realizing that he would want to return home some day. These drastic spectrum of emotions began to damage the mental state of the creature, who had lost himself and was drowning in loneliness. But on this day, he would be lonely no more. He began walking in the fields, looking for a tree big enough for him to sleep on for the night.

As he walked closer, he heard a familiar voice -- an ally that he had made on his time on the island. The close acquaintance was someone that he trusted, within the island of marvelous beasts, one could never put their trust in others -- but this feline was different from the other living creatures. Whether big or small, the living creatures all have their motives of survival. In a social setting Kabukk has been careful trust his instincts, but the feline had given him many reasons for comfort. In the past, they have helped each other and provided support in times of need. Kabukk appreciated the help that he had gotten, Ri'do was the closest thing he had to a family.

"Nice to see someone so peaceful within this land, " he said in a calming voice. "..my mind has not been at ease." he stated as he tilted his head and yawned into the moons.

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Unlike Ri'do, Kabukk was not as spiritual. He was raised up to look at the practicalities of life rather than looking up into the sky. Though, within his new life on the island, he had gained a certain dependence on nature and the idea of outside forces regulating and dictating the lands. Looking down at his friend, he replied: "I have forgotten of a time before this, I have forgotten how long it has been. I have forgotten my old life. Forgotten has become part of me." he said with a chill in his voice. It had been a long time and the longevity of his separation had taken a toll on him.

He went down and kneeled by the feline with a tear about to run down from his left eye. Kabukk found serenity from Ri'do, who seemed very close to the forces around him.

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As Kabukk listened, he looked up in the skies and pondered for a bit. Ri'do was right, there would be an eventual answer to his lonesome feelings, but the bear must reserve an amount of patience; Kabukk hoped that his patience will one day be rewarded with a blessing from above, that time will eventually guide him to where he needs to be. As Ri'do moved and uncovered his sword, Kabukk recognized the weaponry item set before him, how dangerous and threatening the item was on their first encounter.

"Yes, our encounter was one of intrigue, I remember that you took care of me in my time of need," he said bowing his head down in reverence. "I was in trouble, you gave me hope." he continued.

Their first encounter was one of intrigue. As Ri'do talked, Kabukk began to remember the day as if it were yesterday, his memory of what had happened was crystal.

There had been a storm, one that seemed to have gone for many suns. Kabukk had been on the island for just a few days, still mourning the deaths of many on the peacekeeping ship that he was a part of. As he had the hearts of the departed crewmembers on his mind, he was still stabilizing within his new surroundings, suffering from broke bones and bruises along the sides of his body. He laid on the beach, as the sand was embracing his fur. He was in a land that was so different from his home, this particular storm seemed like a bad omen, and unwelcome message perhaps. His heart beat slowly, his mind was drifting apart, he had no real reason to live. He had planned to sacrifice his body for the Gods. As he laid there, he felt a being before him, someone with unreliable emotions of angst -- perhaps a personification of the storm?

As the debris of leaves and dust poured onto his body, he let out a roar out the spirit world, letting them know that he was about to past to their world. "Let peace be with me" he told the creature. The bear had saw the creature of orange and black jumping over him with great speed. He saw the shiny sword, the blade of sharp edges, would this be the end of him? Kabukk did not care less at this point, nature could have him. He looked into the eyes of the feline and talked slowly, "..Sacrifice my life, my spirit shall reward you."

As the feline continued to speak, it dawned to the bear that there was some sense to the statements that the creature made. Although he was depressed and had lost much patience and understanding, Kabukk knew in his heart that his family would never have wanted him to give up on life. He did not want to kill hope, but the burden of being alone had taken a toll on him. Kabukk needed help and support, he felt that the feline was different from the rest, he could sense that the creature was one with truth and sense. The feline was right, he could not just give up so easily.

He grabbed the hand of the feline. As he grabbed his hand, a sink hole began to form beneath him, "HELP!" he roared out.