The Legend Of Lushiro (Part One)The wind would flow outwards flowing over his prominent blondish gold spiky hair with long bangs that recede down his face, his eyes reflecting off the brightness of the sun glimmering it's pool of cold blue. The dark gray cape he wore flapped against the ferocity of the wind, complimenting the remainder of his attire was a different style of black jeans, blue chain mailed shirt with a design of a dragon on the front. He also wore silver shoulder pads that were worn, on his feet were black boots caked in mud. "It's time." He thought absentmindedly.
Lushiro made his way down a snow covered slope, gliding down horizontally without complication. He felt the sting of bitter cold when he clenched his teeth with grimace. "Why is it always so cold when there's snow fall?" Once his descent was complete he ran into a defiant creature, a beast with fangs, matted in black hair, red baleful eyes. Lushiro drew his blue coated katana from it's scabbard, bracing himself with an offensive stance to meet the challenge. The creature roared in anger as it smashed it's muscular fists upon the snow sending a wave of ice his way, the warrior leaped above it then drew upon amber colored power around the exterior of his sword to unleash a devastating crescent blade of energy to cut through the creature completely, dividing it's body in half. He landed smoothly to glance back at the pool of purple blood and horrified ex