mischievous-akuma

Fortune, a large red banded prairie kukuri, was wandering the festival of death. He had finished helping some doves hang some last minute decorations before taking a stroll through the now open festival. His rider had signed him up to help out with the festival this year and he was hired to make sure everything ran smoothly. He watched as youngsters ran past him as they bound down the crowded street, their parents calling after them as they chased after their children. He could not help the curl of his lip moving upwards as he watched them huffing to himself. The poor parents. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a small dove making their way over to him in a panic, she was one of the workers if he recalled correctly. She was calling his name. He paused to look at her confusion running over his face. Trouble already? “Come quick!” she called “one of the stalls on block A needs your help!” She ran back the way she came, glancing over her shoulder to make sure he was following.