<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/mMlcLt9.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sashiko Mirume<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Shadow<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Image<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Chapter One start date, 1 April 2050 at Midnight.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Oriental District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone - Bowen/Dekado<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Wandering, then hunting.<br/><hr/>From a field of green, scorched with dragonfire and stained with the creatures blood, to then be devoured by a swirling mass of energy that not even a shadow could avoid. Both Sashiko and her slain quarry were stolen away and flung through space and time, to be so unceremoniously dumped elsewhere in the world. Elsewhere, and Sashiko had not a clue where. The tunnel eventually saw it's light at the end, and she found herself coming out of it, feet skidding on hard, yet smooth ground a foot or two before reaching a stop. Ruffled by the rough journey, Sashiko looked over her shoulder, seeing that her transport was gone, no trace of it's portal in the narrow corridor she found herself in. Surrounded by grey bricks, and an unnerving starless sky overhead. "A land, where no star dare to shine?" She questioned towards the clear sky, bereft of even clouds.<br/><br/>And yet, stepping from the cold alleyway, she finds a street positively shining, signs of neon, flashing lights, street lamps, people milling about, some even holding little rectangular lanterns that shine dim blue-light from a glassy surface. "Perhaps these people, bereft of guiding stars, made their own to find their way..." Because despite their forms being that of humankind, their garb, their gait and manner of speaking was so foreign. Most the words sounded the same, but the inflections and tones were all off, even for the peasant-folk of where she was from. Would they he hostile? Should she hide? A few passerby looked at her, gave a confused or amused look, but otherwise, did not bother with her. So deeply minding their own business. Most didn't even acknowledge the people around them.<br/><br/>The sights and overwhelming sounds and strangeness of it all, it was near enough to distract her from what had just happened. But, she felt her soul twinge. Her prey was still out there, somewhere near by. Her eyes narrowed to lethal focus, and she took off running to where her soul guided her. Through streets and alleyways, knocking over stray refuse bins, and forcing pedestrians to swerve out of the way.<br/><br/>In the courtyard of some halls of knowledge, a place of prospective college, there was a grand and terrifying rumble. Stone and metal crashing in to one another, the courtyard's fountain was smashed to ruble, with a strange pile of green jagged stones laying in it's ruins. As some gawkers began to gather, they saw the green rubble was shuddering and shaking in slow, rhythmic motions. Coming alive, taking the form right out of storybooks, as a dragon rose to it's feet. One wing was hacked wholly off, blood seeping down it's side from the vicious wound. The other, it's leather between all torn up, being eaten away at by some sizzling black acid.<br/><br/>Luckily, not one, but two Dragonslayers were nearby to save the day. But, the panicking students, bikers and passerbys didn't know any of that. All they saw was an angry, dangerous and wounded dragon, roaring it's rage and hate to a starless sky, a gout of flame hurled from it's sword-filled maw. Moments after it's rise, the dragon's hunter arrives. Moving fast, faster between light and shadows, a grand blade wreathed in black and purple erupting from her hands, as her focus was narrowed upon the dragon. Not the crowds and their blue-light lanterns, not anything around her, only the prey. The beast reared back, eyes full of hate, and swiping it's green-scaled claw at shadows, finding only immaterial nothing and the dirt between it's claws. Swipes, slashes and stomps, after-images of green, terrible impacts and violence left in the dragon's wake, turning the remains of the fountain beneath it in to rubble. Fast as it was, hard to keep for human eyes, it was still slow to the hunter. Wounded, slowed, dying. It needed but a nudge to slip over the precipice... But just a nudge wouldn't do.<br/><br/>Sashiko found her destined place, feet planted, her sword clenched in both hands, right beneath the dragon's serpentine neck. Her sword cuts a curving arc, a trail of black void lit by outlines of black left behind by it's sweep. Bringing a dark moon to the school's courtyard for a few moments. The crescent strike cleaves through scale, muscle, bone and again on it's way out. Leaving a beheaded beast to thud to the ground, it's rage leaving with the last of it's blood and life. Sashiko's grand sword disappears, now that the battle has been won, and her prey defeated.<br/><br/>But now, she's left in a very strange world... And thus far, only one Dragonslayer besides herself to be seen. Dekado, lingering nearby. "And so, you are here. Wherever this<em>here</em>may be."