Villager: Shî
Villager Info
ID: #77047
Name: Shî
Gender: Male
Location: Dragonsmaw Manor
Born 9 years, 5 months ago
Career: Warrior
Owner: Dovahnkiin
Species: Canine
Color: Black
Buffs:House: FurCoin House
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About
Shî after walking thousands of miles, his paws sore and his eyes bloodshot, was finally where it all began.
Flashbacks after Flashbacks occurred, bringing back memories best left forgotten. 20 years ago, when he was taken from his home on Dualmoon the last thing he could remember was fire.
Fire, burning his village down and capturing the last breaths of the innocent. During the great War of the two forbidden art masters, Kazikan and ryoku.
As shî lay before his once lively city, he wanders around, gazing into every home and every lost room who once had inhabitants.
Stopping, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye..... but could it be? It was his old "Curved longsword" shining in the light of the second moon.
It's once silver, diamond blade now held the marks or several burns. As he picked it up he noticed his own reflection.
Reflecting and wondering who he was anymore, he sheathed the sword and tied it to his waist.
He kept walking, hearing occasional cracks from the ghost village and sounds of glass showered across the ground.
Shî sits down, hands in his lap, and his legs bent down on the ground. He knew for 17 years he practiced the forbidden arts with his master ryoku, so he could avenge what was once lost. And from his birth, 29 he has waited.
He speaks with a masculine, straight voice. "I've been waiting" He says, as a figure appears behind him..... the only one who could have known who shî was. His brother, the white and red skinned wolf. Ace. (See ace for more of the story)
(Paintie in the making)
Flashbacks after Flashbacks occurred, bringing back memories best left forgotten. 20 years ago, when he was taken from his home on Dualmoon the last thing he could remember was fire.
Fire, burning his village down and capturing the last breaths of the innocent. During the great War of the two forbidden art masters, Kazikan and ryoku.
As shî lay before his once lively city, he wanders around, gazing into every home and every lost room who once had inhabitants.
Stopping, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye..... but could it be? It was his old "Curved longsword" shining in the light of the second moon.
It's once silver, diamond blade now held the marks or several burns. As he picked it up he noticed his own reflection.
Reflecting and wondering who he was anymore, he sheathed the sword and tied it to his waist.
He kept walking, hearing occasional cracks from the ghost village and sounds of glass showered across the ground.
Shî sits down, hands in his lap, and his legs bent down on the ground. He knew for 17 years he practiced the forbidden arts with his master ryoku, so he could avenge what was once lost. And from his birth, 29 he has waited.
He speaks with a masculine, straight voice. "I've been waiting" He says, as a figure appears behind him..... the only one who could have known who shî was. His brother, the white and red skinned wolf. Ace. (See ace for more of the story)
(Paintie in the making)
