Post by The Wonder Fox on Jun 9, 2006 18:14:59 GMT -5
Japan was no merry place back in the Feudal Era.
Death, danger, disease and despair ran rampant throughout the land as tears fueled the rivers and streams. There was never an occasion that happiness lasted for long.
In a young man's case, there was no expectation.
His name was Kai Ryusoku, he was a hanyou, sired by the great dragon lord of the Eastern lands, Ryugasa and birthed by a Chinese priestess, her name lost from the records. The Ryusoku clan had watched over the inhabitants of the east for thousands of years, whether they human or demon, or otherwise, the clan always cast a watchful eye.
However, as the story goes, the entire clan was slain by an angered tribe of the sea-faring dragons from the Southern lands; the reasons for this are still unknown to all who know of this most sorrowful tale.
All accept for the only known survivor of the Ryusoku family, the lone prince, Kai.
He lived his lonely life for fifty years as he evaded all who knew of his bloodlines, all who knew of his family, and all who knew of his origin. During those lonesome fifty years he searched for any clues as to why every one of his friends and family were killed. His search led him afoul of many evil creatures, but luck had won out in the form of a Kitsune youkai.
This tale remains save within the hanyou's mind; he refused to tell of his time with the fox prince to any.
In the Imperial capital he had found himself after parting with the Kitsune, taken into the welcoming arms of the capital's priests and priestesses. It was here that the humans would shower the young man with kindness to repay his clan's noble deeds. They offered food, clothing, lodging and protection for Kai, but there was one thing that the humans could give him not.
Companionship.
The dragon hanyou ached for company, true youkai company. He had no qualms with interacting with the humans, half of his blood belonged to them, but no matter what they did or said to him, the loneliness ate painfully at his heart.
It was at the highest room of the Dragon Tower in the Imperial capital that the hanyou sat with his tawny eyes gazing down at the common folk down at the vast city. Richly dressed in elegant robes of the finest and softest silk, his beautiful auburn locks tamed into an intricate display atop his head in a golden crown-like decoration, his ivory dragon ears pierced and adorned with gold earrings of all kinds, the young hanyou released a lonesome sigh into the crisp spring air. However, there was something mighty interesting about the small glowing jewel that rested in the center of his golden crown on his head. It was a shard of a jewel, to be more specific. A shard of the Shikon no Tama.
His heart was aching even more on this day, this beautiful sakura-scented day. A day like the one that had taken away his life.
Death, danger, disease and despair ran rampant throughout the land as tears fueled the rivers and streams. There was never an occasion that happiness lasted for long.
In a young man's case, there was no expectation.
His name was Kai Ryusoku, he was a hanyou, sired by the great dragon lord of the Eastern lands, Ryugasa and birthed by a Chinese priestess, her name lost from the records. The Ryusoku clan had watched over the inhabitants of the east for thousands of years, whether they human or demon, or otherwise, the clan always cast a watchful eye.
However, as the story goes, the entire clan was slain by an angered tribe of the sea-faring dragons from the Southern lands; the reasons for this are still unknown to all who know of this most sorrowful tale.
All accept for the only known survivor of the Ryusoku family, the lone prince, Kai.
He lived his lonely life for fifty years as he evaded all who knew of his bloodlines, all who knew of his family, and all who knew of his origin. During those lonesome fifty years he searched for any clues as to why every one of his friends and family were killed. His search led him afoul of many evil creatures, but luck had won out in the form of a Kitsune youkai.
This tale remains save within the hanyou's mind; he refused to tell of his time with the fox prince to any.
In the Imperial capital he had found himself after parting with the Kitsune, taken into the welcoming arms of the capital's priests and priestesses. It was here that the humans would shower the young man with kindness to repay his clan's noble deeds. They offered food, clothing, lodging and protection for Kai, but there was one thing that the humans could give him not.
Companionship.
The dragon hanyou ached for company, true youkai company. He had no qualms with interacting with the humans, half of his blood belonged to them, but no matter what they did or said to him, the loneliness ate painfully at his heart.
It was at the highest room of the Dragon Tower in the Imperial capital that the hanyou sat with his tawny eyes gazing down at the common folk down at the vast city. Richly dressed in elegant robes of the finest and softest silk, his beautiful auburn locks tamed into an intricate display atop his head in a golden crown-like decoration, his ivory dragon ears pierced and adorned with gold earrings of all kinds, the young hanyou released a lonesome sigh into the crisp spring air. However, there was something mighty interesting about the small glowing jewel that rested in the center of his golden crown on his head. It was a shard of a jewel, to be more specific. A shard of the Shikon no Tama.
His heart was aching even more on this day, this beautiful sakura-scented day. A day like the one that had taken away his life.
