Its been a few days since I was out near the ranch, hunting the Animated. Since they came on the scene things just haven't been quiet. But its a good work out, so I can't really complain. But if I had known what I would find I would have stayed home. But then again, who says that it would have made any real difference? They say that things like this happen to you no matter what you do.
My rings were smoking with the effort of our work so I choose to rest under a tree. The shade was nice and cool, the kind of refreshing shade that always warns of coming danger. I had found a piece of paper in my hunting. It was old and worn and smelled of cig smoke with dust mixed in. I hadn't had a chance to read it yet so I chose to read it then, under that tree. How I regret that.
As the words passed through my eyes I could feel something, deep within my soul. Then I thought it nothing more then curse of my Death Whisper stirring to become more comfortable within its cage. I kept on reading, and the pain grew more. No longer did I think it my Whisper. Yet I could no stop. I could not look away. Small curls of smoke starts to rise from where my fingers touches the old paper. This is enough for my body to react. I dropped the cursed thing.
Then the wind grew cold. In his sheath the saya ni tachi rattled, feeling the coming danger. My finger's itched. Small flames started to form. It was worse, so much worse........
But that was a few days ago. I have moved on to the Zen Gardens. They are more peaceful. They help me focus. They help my try and control this thing. But I fear I have lost something and gained something dangerous in its place. Even now saya ni Tachi is uneasy. So am I.
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