Past ※

Where should I begin? My life has never been the most pleasant, but isn't the same for most Yokai? Aren't we all doomed to live in sorrow? Or is it only those of us who strive for the strength to protect those we love? Those we with to protect? I'm not sure, but that is who my life started. With a Kitsune from the north who vowed to keep his new wife safe and their unborn son...

I was born around new years some 900 years ago or so, I'm not sure how much time has really past. I remember being told that my mother had a hard labor and almost died bringing me into this world... We both almost died that night... So that was how my live began, In pain and causing pain to others... But that was never held against me, my mother loved me, as did my father. Though his strength would eventually bring misfortune upon us. 

My mother would gave me the name Satoru...

I loved to scare her, jump out and make her squeal. Never worked on my father however, he would just turn and chase me through the house, both of us laughing as we ran. But that would all end my 8th year in this world. It would be then that we were attacked. For all the strength my father had, someone wanted to prove he was stronger. So they attacked us, killed my father, took his tails as a prize

My mother would run with me the moment we were attacked, running into the forest around our mountain home, but we were pursued. They aimed to kill us as well, for even in all that demon's strength, he still worried that the son would one day kill him.... He would be right in the end. I would hunt him down, but that was many years from that night. 

No That night we ran for our lives, though in the end my mother had to put me down, told me to hide. She had placed me in the back of an old run down shrine. Told me to stay, hide and stay silent... With that she hugged me told me he loved me and she was gone. I never saw her again, but i could smell the blood on the night air. 

Days past, I stayed there until my hunger drew me out finally. It was then an old monk found me, took me in, knowing what i was. But it soon became clear to me that i brought trouble to the old man as well. I left a month later. Left to wander on my own. After weeks of travel I would be discovered by some other orphans. A mix of yokai and humans... We lived, stole and fought together. That was how it went on for years. 

The humans eventually moved on, and got family's of their own, becoming farmers, but for us Yokai, that wasn't an option. So we went on with what we did best. Fight, steal, gamble and kill anyone who stood up against us. It wasn't long before we left rivers of blood flowing in our wakes. My claws are covered in the blood of countless men and yokai alike. But I never would kill a child, or even a woman. 

I've only ever killed a woman once, and that was because she left me little choice. It was a reflex you see, I was fighting several men at once, taking pleasure in it, when she came out of no where with a knife, before i knew what had happened, her blood was running down my sword and covering my hands. It was the only time i ever ran from a fight in my life. I watched as my 'brothers' killed women, children and men all the same, I never could. But I never stopped them from doing so either....

It went on like this for years, centuries I think, I'm not sure really. I never kept track of the years. But I know it was the year i found my father's and mother killers. I leveled an entire village in my rage. My fire burned so hot that it left nothing. I shook with the pleasure of running that man through with my sword, before i drove my fist into his chest and wrapped my hand around his heart. I watched as i burned him from the inside out... 

I took my fathers tails and burned them, even as i looked around at what I had done in my rage. Nothing was left of that peaceful village... That fight would be the last straw. The gods no longer turning a blind eye to me and my brothers. They hunted us for years, though i don't know what happened to them, For that was when i left them to go off on my own. Deciding that if the gods could catch me, and manage to kill me, then perhaps that was my fate. 

I had several battles with them, but i always got away with the last laugh.... Now I just try to keep a low profile, it has been at least two and half centuries since they have actively hunted me....

 

Now i just run my Ryokan, not that i need the money mind you, but because i'm bored. 

Present ※

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Many things has happened since i started to run the Ryokan... From discovering I could love someone more than myself, to finding my self fretting over them. Never had i thought in my long life something like this would happen, but that is life i guess.

 

Lady Aya came into my life one day when she was trying to escape her own fate, and the rest was history as they say. I can't complain too much, she is a good cook and makes the place more Homely. 

Ah Tsuchi... A snake that has wrapped his way around everyone, ensnaring us all in his coils. He has become a person in my life that i could never replace. One of the few people who can always make me smile. 

 

Through the Ryokan I gained these two friendships, this joy i didn't know till i met them. Though warning, hurt them and you just may find out how angry i can become. The Ryokan can be rebuilt... I can't replace them, and will be a possessive bastard if it means keeping them safe.  

 

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