Gerald
*The false-macen on her journey seeking atonement would find herself amongst the wilds of Salvainia. Unknowingly Tyshima would be reveal her horns, Most likely being triggered by her own thoughts. . . It was apparent the Oni was too disgruntled to care of her identity being revealed, Since there was no one out here to see her true form she presumed. As the sound of her war horse trotting methodical came to a stop. She dismounted, leading the horse to spot for it to rest, Underneath a tree with shade.*

*As the horse let itself lay down, Tsyhima would sit beside it. And began to dwell layers deep in her consciousness, with the inability to remember how she got here or what she was doing prior and remained stagnant as she took in her surroundings. . . The ambience of chirping bird, stream water nearby, and a light breeze for a moment calmed her. . .*

*The Tyshima placing her katana and sheathe in front herself adjusting her sitting position as she lowered her view to the grass and closed her eyes. Seeking to conquer the chaos in her mind, one of her horns would morph and disappear. Whilst the other remained. . . Vulnerable.*
Rosa
*The pale oni had been wandering the wilds of Salvania for what had felt like months in his search for true believers to indoctrinate into his cult. He wore his horns proudly atop his head, not seeking to hide what he was, and put anyone who'd agitate him because of it to the sword.*

*As he broke through the treeline, wandering across a shoddy dirt path, one of the four companions by his side perked up, uttering a contorted, blood-curdling screech. A common reaction that alerted Otakemaru to the presence of a being... Possibly potential a fellow apostle of the one true gods.*

*Emerging through the brush, the stench of putrid and rotting flesh filled the clearing, an unwelcome surprise to those with weaker stomachs. His eyes narrowed at the sight of the figure... What looked to be an oni was seated below a tree, peculiar. And it was with this sight that all his companions glowered, guttural howls of pain breaking the silence as they surged forward, struggling towards the chains that bound them to the Pale Oni.*

*The sound embodied rage, a promise of death coming swiftly. The four figures each covered in tattered, dirty cloaks continued to strain against the chains, though unable, the shackles of iron digging into their flesh. Never shaped by a human throat, the scream came again, bestial, hungry.*
Gerald
*Tsyhima remained in her head momentarily, she could hear the ear wrenching screeches in the nearby distance but thought nothing more of it... Than mere animals. Hearing said sound would remind her of a time she wish she had forgotten, Recalling the time that she had been an accomplice— a bystander to mischief— leading couples too naive to realize bandits were setting them up. . . She could feel her horse jolt at the shrieks, and feel it adjusting its to seek the origin. As long as Tsyhima did not move. The horse straining its loyalty to not bolt off, remained steadfast.*

*As Tyshima winces at the all to familiar smell, she stood upright. Hesitant to grab her blade, but unable to ignore the bile that flooded her senses any longer. Suddenly triggering a forsaken memory she wished to forget entirely. . . Her horse would have got unsettled, both by the smell of rancid stench and approaching cries of the figure— but instead figures and looked towards them. The horse troubled whine could be heard.*

**Move** *She says to herself, feeling the horse skittishness rising.*

*. . . Tyshima wasn't what she wanted to believe she was—. The Oni opens her eyes, her thoughts cease at the sight of encroaching danger. Hastily grabbing her sheathed blade placing it back on her waist side curve up, she stood her ground. Keeping her hand close and ready to unsheathe. Standing at the defense of her steed. . .*

*Tyshima would watch with discomfort as another Pale Oni approached her. . . Hearing and seeing the chains, made her truly defensive. Why were they here?*
Rosa
**"Seems that you have agitated my... Acquaintances here. Are you a true believer as well?"**

*Asked the sentinel from behind a contorted mask. Otakemaru was dressed in full-set of samurai armour of dark blue and black shades, his hand reset on the hilt of his nodachi as he glowered at the girl, the four forms continuing to struggle against the chains and filling the air with their cries.*
Gerald
*Tyshima eyes dart between the four figures—the nodachi— and the Oni himself. She isn't very trusting of them seeing him keep his "Acquaintances" Close on a chained-leash. As well as being another Pale Oni. Tsyhima is hesitant to respond with a verbal answer, Which she doesn't. Reaches for her horns slowly, realizing that she hadn't hide them both fully.*

*Her Jinbaori Kimonos color scheme was black and gray. Underneath it concealed was Tatami-Do mail and plate. The mail was blackened as well and did not shine, making it harder to spot. Having a Ninjato on her back, as Wakizashi underneath her sheathed Katana.*

**Tyshima slowly shook her head at him, indicating she did not know what the Pale Oni was on about. . . She was not a believer.**
Rosa
**"You... Don't... Know..."**

*Croaked the pale figure in a hushed voice, the flames of fanatical devoutness burning in his eyes like pools of fire. Though his chruch was small, to be so unknown was insulting, the gods grant him mercy for his failures and transgressions.*

**"Set aside your weapons and I shall show you the one true path."**

*His companions seemed to be gurgling as blood began dripping from their wrists and necks as they continued to struggle against the chains, eventually the skin turning red and raw.*