SolidSSnake

A Tale of Death and Rebirth The samurai was alone in his room, a rare thing, considering the recent events in the city... He was folding paper, a passion that he gained in the last few years. The small creatures that he brought to existence by flipping and folding a simple square of rice paper, gave him strenght to face the days, the nights, and ultimately, his very own existence. Although the table in front of him already had a fair number of animals and flowers, of several sizes and colors, he was doing one more, a chrysanthemum. As he was finishing to fold it, someone knocked on the door. Distracted by the sudden disturbance, his hands f

The hour of the dog had just started and Lady Amaterasu's shine was starting to fade, though its beauty was greater than ever, bathing the world in warm tones of orange and red. It was a simple, small room, although nicely decorated. There was his daisho, the one his grandfather once used, resting on a dark wood stand. On one of the walls, a shelve, with a few books... treaties on the art of iaijutsu or the art of origami by a Kakita artisan, or a book written by a falconer of an ancient daimyo. The small table had some blank sheets of paper on top of it, along with a few others that were half-folded, and a small paper crane, with his wings s