the Fading Tiger [Shini/Private]

It wasn't often that she wandered the last realm, but when she did, it was less for herself but for her village. Pandora was complex, but still she began to understand the chaos. Between time, everyone who was lost or forgotten had turned up eventually, even people long thought to be dead. After all, that was what this place was. This was their final stop before the next life, that was, if they were lucky...

She came from a world sicken with fear and plague. The Dark Times was what they had dubbed the period, only to change their own village name to such a thing. Shini remembered that girl's face, every day, wondering what would have happened without the wish. She wondered if the tale of her grand-nephew was true, and if it were different would she have the chance? There was many questions for her to ask, but still, none that could answer them. After all, not even Kaseki knew the origins of the Starfalls.

She dawned a white coat, one bare and plain. Upon her back was the large blade she had picked for herself out of the lot. To her, they were relics of a time long ago. In this world, they were powerless, dwarfed even. So many outworldly things, and so many of them seemed to react so strange to each other.  Her body was wrapped with the bandage, only to hold her chest closet to her, firmly set. Her stomach covered, only with the top of her chest exposed, just above her breasts. Her pants were red in color, woven of a fine silk. Her footwear taken from a neighboring country. Stitched leather and padded soles, unfit for a ninja, but held protection an maximum comfort. With each step, the echoes of her footsteps filled the silent village, all the while she wandered into the mist.

"Is anyone out there?" She called out, asking to see if anyone needed help. She had done her rescues far too often for her liking, but if she found a lost soul, it was never a wasted day.