A Bloody Blade Comments on self
"So, sweetheart....let's go find a room?" The metal keens as I whip out my katana. It screams through the air. Blood stains my hands. The town drunkard hangs there a minute, and then the peices of his body slump to the ground.
The soldiers of the war called me 'oni'-demon. None could fend me off, could defend themselves. I was the pride of my unit....but also their darkest fear, because one false move, one wrong word, and I would turn on them with my sword style, the Sansai Odory.
A demonic swordswoman, blessed-or cursed-with astonishing skill at swordplay and the skill of shapeshifting. Slashing people's throats while looking like an innocent woman, a wolf in sheep's clothing.
I have been the twilight of so many lives, and in cold blood. I have traveled as a wolf through so many forests where the rivers run red with the blood of my enemies.
You are right to fear, for I have many faces and always remember my enemies...
and the Demon inside...
is my weapon.
If I crack open a Dr. Pepper...don't make any fuss. I have an infinite cooler of the things. Whether I discovered it here, or on my travels across the worlds...who's to say? Memory's a tricky thing, and MagicDuel's laws can work in strange ways. It's a personal addiction, and it's just one of my little habits...