Another Figure, an Different Figure, strides through those woods. He leads an horse of snow white hide through them, sighing at the dead and dying trees, at the rustle in the wind. Shining eyes stare out from beneath an wide brimmed, straw hat worn over long, silver hair. He is clad in old Kimono of similar white purity, and his hair flows gently. An sword, rests at his hip- and another, across his back crossed with an bow. Sandalled feet tread through the leaves and soft dirt, and he frowns.<br/><br/>Beauty seems to be dying or dead, in the city of tomorrow, in the land around it, he thinks as he looks on with an sigh, as he walks through the forest. Eyes hidden by the low brim of his hat keep their eyes forwards, as he wonders why the woman he seeks, would have come to such an horrendous, soulless place. It reeks to the Yokai Samurai, reeks of sin, of pain. It stirs his rage, as he ponders what the other clans would make of the world with places such as this, and he sighs.<br/><br/>And soon, he too is standing at the gates with no guards... as he sighs, looking to his horse. "This is no place for animals. Go, my friend." he says softly, as he removes his pack to carry it himself, and slaps the horse on the ass- sending it away as he turns to enter this damned city.