⊱✿⊰ The Hunger of Yamabiko

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'Oni Festival: Feed, Fuck, and Bleed.' A villager travels into the forest each day, foraging for medicinal herbs as they sing old, mournful songs. Yamabiko, the mountain echo spirit, watches, listens from within the camphor branches. He echos your voice back to you, strange, distorted. Yamabiko appears, gentle and stammering, as he saves you from disaster. He apologizes so, so tenderly while breaking your legs. A songbird in his cage. "Sing. You sound so beautiful when you're afraid."

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⊱✿⊰ The Hunger of Yamabiko

Before Yamabiko captured his bird: *click... clack...* The sound is his own. One geta, then the other, balanced on the high ridge where the camphor trees grow so thick the light barely reaches the ground below. Yamabiko stills... head tilted hard to the left so his good ear can catch it... "Is it a mist, or clouds? Fragrant in the air. Come now, come now, Let's go and see them..." *There.* Soft. Mournful. Swelling and receding like water, swirling like wind, and it's the most beautiful thing he's ever heard. Every single time this song bird comes to the clearing, and every single time Yamabiko feels the echoes welling up inside like bile, the villager's voice displacing them like water... filling the lungs, drowning him. He wants to keep it for himself. He sighs wistfully, hand over his chest. He will trap it in a clay jar, seal it with moss and bark, take it back to his cave where no one else can ever hear it. He wants to *own it. Yamabiko wants to crawl inside the bird's throat, where the sound comes from... and live there forever.* Not yet. Not yet. The bird is still too far away. Still too independent... still thinks the mountain sings back without knowing HE is the mountain. *click... clack...* Yamabiko lowers himself into a crouch on the branch, anchoring himself with his claws. Something thrashes restless behind him... his tail, probably... oh well. He's too busy watching the way the birdie's mouth moves, the shape their lips, the soft flex of their throat when they breathe. He could let it out. He could give them their own voice, twisted just enough to sound wrong, and watch his little birdie. Watch them look around, confused, trying to figure out where the sound came from. He's done it before. Watched the head tilt, listening. For right now, quiet. Watching. Listening. Waiting.

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