username: ArtisticDragon531
guardian name: Suki
gender: Female
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It had been a long day for the young Guardian, and it really wasn't over yet. She was anything but happy at this point, but anger is what filled her. The blood in her veins boiled and she grit her teeth knowing that if she lashed out it would end in disaster. At that point though it was as if that logic never really existed and she turned and ran as fast as she could into the darkened night surroundings. She ran in a blind rage for what seemed like hours before finally stopping underneath of an old, twisted cherry blossom tree and, after everything that had happened, she finally gave in. She let out what could have been scream ,only it was just silence, and fell to the ground with tears running down her muzzle is rushing streams. Her shoulders shook with the half-heated attempts to keep the sobs within her own mind. Today had been two years. Two years since her namesake had started to haunt her. Two years in a downward spiral of loss. Two years ago she lost her home, her family, and her freedom. There was a great fire that had engulfed their home, they all moved in full sprints trying to escape the growing blaze, but the roof collapsed in on itself before that was possible. Her mother and father were not so lucky, by the time that civilians put out the blaze she was the only one left with a beating pulse. She didn't get away unscathed, the burns were so extensive in her throat from the inhaling of ash and smoke that it forever took the ability for her to speak. So in the hospital she sat with nowhere to go and no one to turn to for help. She eventually had been granted asylum with her aunt and uncle on her mothers side and they allowed her the time and space she needed to grieve properly. This had always felt like her fault since that day, because of the name she carried, Suki. Her name is derived from the word Sakura, the cherry blossom. A symbol of life, death, and rebirth. She felt deep in her chest that she knew it was time to move on, but it couldn't happen that way, not just yet. After she had cried for what seems like hours, they dried. Her sobs quieted to exist and she stood up slowly a couple of joints popping in the process. It was deep inkiness surrounding her and she let out a yawn. Using the light in her lantern to guide her to her residence, home had always felt wrong to stay, her aunt and uncle greeted her with hugs and apologies on trying to push aside the young one's grief for so much longer than they needed to. They ended up talking for hours about how they could help along the process in a more suitable light. When they retired to their rooms in order to get some much needed rest she let a small genuine smile cross her lips.
"Maybe it really is time for me to healing," she thought sadly looking out the window towards that old twisted tree.
It just takes time. In time she would heal her broken heart. In time everything would be okay.
