It had been years since she had left her homeland, Kozakura. For the last few winters she had been a resident of Baulders Gate, that was until Her lover had left her for dead, in favour of another woman who was more inclined to believe him capable of elevating himself to godhood, Tamoko however just thought him mad.
It didn't pain her anymore to think back over it, she was disciplined, focused and determined. Sitting in the dimly lit room she had rented in some run down Inn called the Yawning Portal, she looked down at her crossed legs, the silk pants she wore clinging to her small legs as she exhaled deeply and closed her eyes in meditation.
The moon outside now had risen to the center of the sky, high over head, a shining beam of light filtering in between the barely parted curtain in the window. No candle light illuminated the room, the only noise to be heard the quiet shallow breathing of Tamoko.
Tamoko felt the approach before she saw it, a heavy shadow falling across her back and shoulder, its presence bearing down on her conciousness and disrupted her meditation. Flinging out with her arms Tamoko grabbed out to grab the being and her fingers trailed through it, grabbing hold of the beings cloak she flung it over her shoulders to crash into the wall in front of her and watched it disspear in what appeared to be a puff of smoke.The shadows had returned for her.
Standing from the bed, Tamako landed to the floor with deft silence and crossed to the other side of the small room, lighting a single candle, it doing little to cast away the shadows. She knew she would never be free of the death he had cast her into all those years ago and since the change of the realms and the disbanding of most of the churches and clans that used to run the cities, Tamoko was not sure where she would now find an ally.
