Taro
"I see..... I understand why you would want to leave that behind. The death, destruction, the pain. There is a loneliness to that lifestyle too sometimes I think... To sit down, have a family, to come home to none of that... it makes sense."
Taro's head tilted back down towards Forest, his smile fading. One last time, he grabbed her hand and pulled him towards her. There was nothing around them, no people, no animals, not even the sound of the wind. Arms wrapped around Forest's back, gliding from her upper back to her tight ass. The squeeze he gave her was gentle, but with her ear to his heart, she would hear him start to beat rapidly the more he squeezed. No, it would be beating before that. The second he felt her close to him, it started to beat faster and faster. Although, even without her being so close to him, she would have been able to hear the sound of his heart.
"Forest? Can you hear that? Its the final song, the one playing when we first made love. Do you remember it?"
Taro swayed back and forth, walking her around the tree, but never letting her go. The leaves swayed in the wind, obscuring his own heartbeat from the world. "Do you remember the last time you fought so hard, so desperately that you had to drag your body to move? Do you remember ever being so helpless that your body wouldn't move even when your mind screamed at you to do so? Do you remember a time where you were crushed without so much as a second thought, tossed aside like trash? What about a time where you simply clawed at your opponent, looking for the slightest opportunity to strike them down so you could live?"
The hand on her ass slid back upwards, and his free hand came up, a thumb to her chin, pushing it upwards towards his taller body. "I remember it. My heartbeat Forest. The song of my heart. Every single time it sang, it never quit, it kept beating. Through every single fight, it sang its song."
Taro growled, his fangs visible to her. At last he slammed her into the tree, his eyes sizing up her body like fresh meat. The tree swayed backwards, the roots underneath ripping through the dirt. If she hit it like that again, it would likely fall over altogether. "I want my children to know their song."
The one known as Yoko Taro leaned in, baring his fangs at Forest before resting his ear on her cute little chest. "And I want to hear yours."