Wandering

[Vanilla]

Kaien shivered. She had heard of Shinshu Fields; large, beautiful, green.
It was nothing like that now.
Instead, it was all cursed, and the great Guardian Sapling was completely shrivelled up and flowerless.
She padded along, keeping to the path, only swerving to avoid the floating demon tags. She was trying to get to Kamiki, only the blackish-red void that had grasped the field was making it extremely difficult.

[Kylieanna]

Sharayunei Was in the middle of heading to Kamiki, to visit her cousin Cloud. She found it a bit hard but she knew the way extremely well, before heading into Kamiki Village she saw a Another wolf, the wolf kind of looked like a fox. She looked like she was having a hard time, she trotted over to her and said "Hello! Do you need some help?"
Sharayunei Wanted to help.

[Vanilla]

Kaien looked around and spotted a brown wolf with strange yellow markings all of it. She pricked her ears. "Moshimoshi! I don't need any help with getting to Kamiki," Kaien gestured toward Hizashi, who was constantly giving off small wisps of flame. It would only fully burst into fire if Kaien needed to attack. "Thank you though! I'm Kaien, from the Ryoshima Coast."

[Kylieanna]

"I'm Sharayunei, From Agata Forest!" She smiled, then continued "I'm trying to visit my cousin, he's in Kamiki. Where are you going?" She said. Then she glanced over at Kaien's Sword. It wasen't normal.. she could tell. She kept wondering.. until 3 red imps and 2 green imps appeared, she stood there elegantly, with the Solar Flare flameing hotter than ever, she leapt powerfully at a green imp, she cut it straight inhalf, then backflipped behind a red imp, attacking from behind, she sliced the red imp into pieces, only leaving it's guitar behind. 2 more red imps and 1 green imp was left. She finished off the 2nd green imp and then got back into a battle posision, Snarling at the remaining imps.

[corriban]

A strange figure rushed behind and jumped expertly behind the imps. he pulled out a flute that grew a long yellow blade and sliced the imps in half. all at once. "good day to you two. how is your day," he says with an odd accent.

(i had forgotten to mention on gamuro also has the powers that the member of the moon tribe had. that means he can do the stuff that waka and kurow can do.)

[Vanilla]

Kaien blinked. Sharayunei and the newcomer had taken out all of the imps before she had had time to strike. "I'm just travelling around and Kamiki was my next stop. And my day has been just fine, thank you," Kaien murmured, sitting down. "Might I ask who you are?"

[corriban]

"You may. my name is Gamuro," he said looking toward kamiki. "what do you need to do in kamiki? i know you have something of importance," he said sheathing his blade.

[Chris]

Had it really been that long since he'd been through Shinshu? With brow furrowed, the boy- well, beneath the clothes he was a boy, but he was quite often mistaken for a girl, much to his chagrin- meandered his way along the winding path that would eventually lead him...somewhere. He was hoping for Yakushi Village, having heard that it was a bustling city now. Kamiki was almost as small as ever from what he'd heard, but it would be worth a stop if it made him some extra yen. But the field that lead to these villages, cities, whatever, whose fates were questionable to him at best, it was...drastically different. This place wasn't the beautiful field he remembered it as. How hadn't he heard of that he wondered?

Perhaps it had something to do with the way he didn't like to be around people, no less sit and listen to their horribly boring gossip. But surely there would have been talk of it around his stall? Although, he did sort of tune them out unless they were speaking directly with him... It made sense, but all the same he felt slightly bad about missing something as drastic as this.

Oh, well. It didn't really matter. Clean-up was the job of some hero, or even a god, assuming such things existed. It was no place of an apathetic demon as himself to worry about it. Let the humans bemoan the fate of the field; let the humans pray to their gods for salvation when they could, instead, be going about the clean-up on their own. Humans were stupid and helpless like that, and that was part of their charm, their amusement. Why they couldn't take matters into their own hands utterly befuddled him, but of course, that wasn't his place to be concerned about, either.

Humans, in general, were dumb. Perhaps a few were intelligent, but those were few and far apart, and more often than not utterly powerless when compered to the idiots. It would always be the war mongers and the god-loving to rule the lands.

Well, where were their gods now? The pitiful state humans allowed the field to fall into almost made him smile, if only because of how blind they were. Humans were weaker than demons, of that there was no doubt, but they weren't utterly powerless. They just pretended to be, and waited for the gods to show up at their leisure to save them. It would almost be funny, if it weren't so sad. Humans in general would be very sad to him, if they weren't so funny. It was strange how that worked out.

He heaved a sigh as he finally reached the foot of the hill he'd been climbing down, cart in tow, and peered over the wasteland still before him. To think it had been so pretty once. It was no wonder he didn't associate with demons anymore; they just liked to ruin everything without any reasoning. How stupid. He didn't care enough to fight with them, though; they could destroy if they liked, but as long as they didn't touch those that were actually helpless or his wares, he had no major qualms to speak of. An irritation or two, yes, but qualms? No. Killing one demon wouldn't stop what seemed to be going on everywhere, lately. What was the point of sending him away, either to another place or to his grave, when there were so many more out there? It was futile, in the end. The countless times it was said a god had descended from the “heavens” to defend Nippon was evidence enough.

Honestly, he didn't remember the path being this long. He had too much time to think, and too much distance to cross. Brow still furrowed, lips pursed in a frown, he would keep walking. It wasn't like he had much of an obligation- or choice- for that matter.