(Burning Memory...)
Flickers of shadows and darkness. Two tall warriors, familiar in appearance, standing over my twitching body. Battle...warfare...blood both my own and someone else's covers me. My memory fades in and out. Ahh yes...elite guard...one down. That Dakari panther cub, unbelievably talented. Rage forms within, too young to die. Somehow I am standing up. A crescent edged blade twirls around...a wide horizontal low slash. A feeling of contact, a shriek in pain. Something hit me in the head and I recall a period of blackness. I awoke back in my village. Bandages and wrappings surround my mid section. My father, Kage Oshizu, stared me down with a completely dissatisfied frown. Three weeks he said...and then my training would be even more extensive. That panther...I'll never forget it. The image burns, a humanoid form in thick black fur, vicious claws, and gnashing teeth. Fast and agile, determined not to fail as I was. I found out not only that he wasn't an ordinary Dakari panther cub, but that he suffered a deep gash on his ankle. To ease my mind I called it a stalemate, and swore I would break the tie one day.
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Mind of a Shadow
I'm not famous...but some people for an odd reason want to know a little bit about me...
In time perhaps all will be revealed
Longing too much leaves much to be desired...