A path walked with honor and a keen mind focused to protection of others. Life lived for others and a single sword used to stave off the enemies of life.

Yokai whom run rampant for destruction have come to be slain by such a single sword until a true darkness of blood lust was released from its confinement.

Such a creature could not be left to thirst upon life and all was tossed against such an enemy. What is left is not what was once, however even now something more has become of what was lost.

A stronger aura of spiritual power resonates from this embodiment of this being, However not all is changed; a familiar smile and caring heart for those that he once knew. But there is something more...

A cunning, playfulness was born into this Yami that could better be expressed by the black kitsune mask adorning his face.

Often seen garbed in a robe similar to a shinto priest, it is dark as shadows formed by moonlight with a bamboo shoulder guard much as a Samurai would wear resting bound to his left shoulder.

Hair is no longer long and kept pulled back into a ponytail, but rather is cropped short and had lost its gray hue, now like that of raven feathers.

This is offset by his pale skin that looks creamy to its tone as if he had been forgotten by the light but embraced by the stars.



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