Argonon Kazama
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- Posted: Thu, 12 Jan 2006 14:57:27 +0000
Folklore.
This story, like many others before it, starts in a more simpler time. For you, who hear this - On this exact day, of this exact second, as you draw this very breath and your ears hear these very words, a young man stood at the roof of the world and screamed his lungs out for guidance and help. This man, or rather young boy, was a Shinobi. Though this young man had fought tooth and nail to hang on to the life he had torn from the hands of man. Here he was, in the hour of need, life's tenacious fumes evaporating before his very eyes. He had lost the single most important thing in his life. His lover, wife, the vixen to his pups. All had been lost, and if you, good stranger, understand this ghastly bite, then you too would know what he might have felt on this day. As one would upon losing the love of their life. This man knew not what this feeling that cocooned and consumed him was, he knew not what he was being submerged with. It was a darkness his life had never known before, it was a pain that cut deeper than any flesh. He was truly as husk of a man, but now that husk filled with something else, something unrelated to his previous life. Something that would eventually forge a world of venomous hatred and scorn around him. A world of war and torment. A world created by a warrior, for a warrior.
A midst the sovereign of the mountain tops. He stood, weapon in hand. A silver sword. They called this mythological weapon "The Lycan Blade" or "Masamune No Ookami". They say this sword, his sword. Was forged from the fires of the sun by the gods themselves, however the sword has never been seen since that fateful day... Oh, excuse me; I'm getting off track. As I was saying, he stood a top the mountainside, sword in hand. He took his sword, and his pain, and his heartache and possessed and ilk of power, in which, he drove that very sword into his heart and kissed the world goodnight forever.
And this is where life ends...
But this is not where the gods intended it to. While he eternally rest within a pool of his own blood and the fog of clouds encompassing his body. They say the heavens broke apart and the sky wept tears, so light and so angelic for him. These flakes of snow, crying for him, for the burden he was about to take and forever bear upon him, they say that's why it always snows in his presence, the coldness upon his heart so great that it pains the entire world. It is believed that demon's and angel or Kami and Shinigami move from realm to realm between the after life and our world. On his way to Takamagahara they say that the Shinobi crossed paths with a wolf. Now, it is bad law to look into a wolves eyes, as when they watch you, they see your soul and all your sins you've comitted. And yet this Shinobi knew no better, but the wolf seen he had thrown his life away, had seen the pain inside him. And with this, he was cast from the heavens as the wolf pounced upon him in anger. Pouncing so hard and fast that they merged with the heavens themselves. Night representing; the wolf as the dominate hunter, and Daytime as man. And that's what they became. A hunter that never sleeps, a hunter of torment and unbelievable skill.
As the wolf tackled the Shinobi, it's said that he pushed him back down into the mountain his body lay dead upon. The wolf pushed him so hard that the mountain became volcano like in its shape, a bowl in the top. The Shinobi had been brought back from beyond life and death by a monster of eternal power, undeniable strength and became the physical form, to what filled his heart. That's right... nothingness and anger. The Shinobi was now, no longer any ordinary Shinobi, more man than beast, more beast than man. They called him 'The Black Wolf' or 'Kuro Ookami.' And with his eternal power, it is said he tore the wolves from the forest and made them into men like him, he created beastly warriors that knew neither rest nor pain. Warriors that fought and fought and fought like no men could before them. This possessed Shinobi was proclaimed as the Kage or "Shadow" (Meaning Leader or King) of the village of wolves he had created in the creator of that mountain. And this is how the village attained its name, in honour of the King of the Black Wolves, the Kage. And those wolves that were turned into men, their son's and daughters still walk amongst the village to this day, almost a hundred years later; or so it's said. I'm not sure what goes about up their in the clouds of that mountain, nor do I believe that Shinobi or the Wolf Kage even exist. But armies have been and never returned, proud Warlords have marched thousands into those hills and had never been seen or heard of again. It is said, that at the top of that mountain a man will be tested unlike any test he has ever had to face before. At the top of that mountain... There is only death waiting. And if you, my friend. Find that Wolf Kage and the army of the damned. Remember one thing.
Don't you ever look him in the eyes.
Good luck traveller. You’re going to need it.
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