Chimper #1412
Akenobu remembered the first time the fren spoke to them—not with words, but with a series of frantic squeaks that perfectly mimicked the squeal of an unoiled palace gate. It was deep within the gold-drenched capital, a place where every shadow had an owner and every sound was scrutinized. An imperial warden, armor so polished it blinded, blocked their path, demanding a transit pass Akenobu did not possess. Panic was the expected response. Instead, Akenobu felt a familiar warmth atop their head and gave a subtle nod. The creature let out a perfect, grating shriek that echoed down the marble hall. The warden flinched, turning toward the sound of a 'security breach.' In that moment, Akenobu slipped by, the gleam in their eyes matching the sun on the spires. The katana on their back was for duels; the fren was for everything else.
