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IX - From the Wilderness
Not all Kukuris start their life as a tame, and sometimes all it takes is a special meeting. Even if the said special meeting was in middle of a night in a trashcan.
° Draw or write how this wild-born kukuri was acquired by your handler, either they were rescued, caught, or maybe they just took interest in the human habitats.It was a gloomy and eerie night when the tiny kukuri lost his sight of his mom, only to get totally lost in the dark woods. He was way too small to survive on his own, too young to hunt and tiny enough to be hunted. He was doomed to die that night. With a little luck, he might've survived a couple days at most - but lady destiny had other plans for the crimson pup.
He was too scared and cold to run away when Amon grabbed him from his neck fur and lifted in the air. The horned demon examined the tiny rook with his almost glowing red eyes, with a slight smirk on his lips that revealed a golden canine tooth behind them. The kukuri pup shivered in fear and cried silently as Amon's grip tightened around his tiny neck, almost strangling him to the point where he couldn't breath. Deep, controlled laughter stemmed from Amon's throat as he just stared how the pup struggled in his grasp.
"Aye, beest afraid. Beest v'ry afraid dram one. Thee shall seeth the light, but first thee might not but fall in the darkness."
The crimson pup was so afraid he didn't even bite the hand that was right in front of his saber teeth. Still, Amon saw great potential in that tiny, yet blessed child. Those teeth were created to cause destruction.

VI - Again With Feeling
A kukuri feels their most fulfilled in life as when they find their purpose. Even the biggest of troublemakers can straighten up once that special piece falls into place.
° Draw or write your kukuri discovering a talent they can build their life around, from herding to planting beans. Hey I didn’t say it had to be groundbreaking, someone has to be a bean planter.The tiny crimson pup was never really good in anything. He used to be small, fragile and afraid, but those features were literally beaten out of him. He was forced to be strong, to face challenges that drove him to the ground again, and again, and again. He truly fell in a dark pit full of pain and sorrow, and finally his only option was either wither away or climb up.
And he climbed.
And he grew stronger.
He grew fierce.
The crimson rook was no pup anymore. He stopped being afraid of Amon's whip, and he did as he was told. He trained to fight with dummies and other kukuris, and soon Amon noticed how the crimson rook slammed every opponent to the ground - training dolls and kukuris both. He was praised for his success and talent, and Amon's acceptance quickly became almost like a drug to him. The rook wanted to please his master. He wanted to become better fighter than any kuku ever was or ever would be.
And he did.

XII - Innocence Gone
Sometimes unexpected things happen in life. One day, you’re going along, enjoying life, and then something’s taken from you and it’s gone forever. Learning to cope with loss and come out the other side is fundamental to mental wellness.
° Draw or write about a time where your Kukuri had to learn to live with loss (whether it was the death of someone close or the loss of a childhood toy, just so long as they learn to live without it!).The coarse sands of the arena were dyed crimson with blood of the kukuris that fought inside the stone walls. Those stone walls were cracked and clawed as many fighters tried to escape their cruel fate, but no-one escaped the arena. Not alive.
"Yond gate opens at which hour only one is hath left standing", Amon had said just before the crimson rook was sent to his first battle of life and death. Ripping dummies to pieces and training with other kukuris was a whole different thing than facing an opponent in the arena. In there the battle would end when there would be only one kukuri alive, without any exceptions.

The battle went on for twenty three minutes straight. The crimson rook was silent when he stared at the other kukuri, that was laying on the sand gasping for air, eyes wide open and full of fear. Blood gurgled in the hazel kukuri's throat with every breath it took, its body was trembling and wounds heavily bleeding. The crimson rook couldn't but watch as life slipped from his victim, slowly, gently, and it was horrifying, but at the same time it was almost... beautiful. To be so strong that he could decide when someone's life ended.
In that moment the crimson rook lost something of himself. When the dying kukuri took its last breath of air, the crimson rook felt nothing.

Kukuri-arpg

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Well this was a wild ride. I hope the last training is acceptable as it is, since Lone Wanderer lost something good from himself that died with the kuku he killed.

Description
Theme music

IX - From the Wilderness
Not all Kukuris start their life as a tame, and sometimes all it takes is a special meeting. Even if the said special meeting was in middle of a night in a trashcan.
° Draw or write how this wild-born kukuri was acquired by your handler, either they were rescued, caught, or maybe they just took interest in the human habitats.It was a gloomy and eerie night when the tiny kukuri lost his sight of his mom, only to get totally lost in the dark woods. He was way too small to survive on his own, too young to hunt and tiny enough to be hunted. He was doomed to die that night. With a little luck, he might've survived a couple days at most - but lady destiny had other plans for the crimson pup.
He was too scared and cold to run away when Amon grabbed him from his neck fur and lifted in the air. The horned demon examined the tiny rook with his almost glowing red eyes, with a slight smirk on his lips that revealed a golden canine tooth behind them. The kukuri pup shivered in fear and cried silently as Amon's grip tightened around his tiny neck, almost strangling him to the point where he couldn't breath. Deep, controlled laughter stemmed from Amon's throat as he just stared how the pup struggled in his grasp.
"Aye, beest afraid. Beest v'ry afraid dram one. Thee shall seeth the light, but first thee might not but fall in the darkness."
The crimson pup was so afraid he didn't even bite the hand that was right in front of his saber teeth. Still, Amon saw great potential in that tiny, yet blessed child. Those teeth were created to cause destruction.

VI - Again With Feeling
A kukuri feels their most fulfilled in life as when they find their purpose. Even the biggest of troublemakers can straighten up once that special piece falls into place.
° Draw or write your kukuri discovering a talent they can build their life around, from herding to planting beans. Hey I didn’t say it had to be groundbreaking, someone has to be a bean planter.The tiny crimson pup was never really good in anything. He used to be small, fragile and afraid, but those features were literally beaten out of him. He was forced to be strong, to face challenges that drove him to the ground again, and again, and again. He truly fell in a dark pit full of pain and sorrow, and finally his only option was either wither away or climb up.
And he climbed.
And he grew stronger.
He grew fierce.
The crimson rook was no pup anymore. He stopped being afraid of Amon's whip, and he did as he was told. He trained to fight with dummies and other kukuris, and soon Amon noticed how the crimson rook slammed every opponent to the ground - training dolls and kukuris both. He was praised for his success and talent, and Amon's acceptance quickly became almost like a drug to him. The rook wanted to please his master. He wanted to become better fighter than any kuku ever was or ever would be.
And he did.

XII - Innocence Gone
Sometimes unexpected things happen in life. One day, you’re going along, enjoying life, and then something’s taken from you and it’s gone forever. Learning to cope with loss and come out the other side is fundamental to mental wellness.
° Draw or write about a time where your Kukuri had to learn to live with loss (whether it was the death of someone close or the loss of a childhood toy, just so long as they learn to live without it!).The coarse sands of the arena were dyed crimson with blood of the kukuris that fought inside the stone walls. Those stone walls were cracked and clawed as many fighters tried to escape their cruel fate, but no-one escaped the arena. Not alive.
"Yond gate opens at which hour only one is hath left standing", Amon had said just before the crimson rook was sent to his first battle of life and death. Ripping dummies to pieces and training with other kukuris was a whole different thing than facing an opponent in the arena. In there the battle would end when there would be only one kukuri alive, without any exceptions.

The battle went on for twenty three minutes straight. The crimson rook was silent when he stared at the other kukuri, that was laying on the sand gasping for air, eyes wide open and full of fear. Blood gurgled in the hazel kukuri's throat with every breath it took, its body was trembling and wounds heavily bleeding. The crimson rook couldn't but watch as life slipped from his victim, slowly, gently, and it was horrifying, but at the same time it was almost... beautiful. To be so strong that he could decide when someone's life ended.
In that moment the crimson rook lost something of himself. When the dying kukuri took its last breath of air, the crimson rook felt nothing.

Kukuri-arpg

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Well this was a wild ride. I hope the last training is acceptable as it is, since Lone Wanderer lost something good from himself that died with the kuku he killed.