"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.