Ichima's Tale

[Ichima]

Ichima was born to the Tiger Clan. A guild-like family that lived in the far north. This clan was known for their wild eyes and tiger stripes on their arms and legs. Two months ago while Ichima was in the vault stealing the armlets that the village elder kept. His clan came under attack and was annihilated. He only survived cause the attackers didn't know of the vault where the most prized things among the clan was kept. He was a black sheep and a thief. He was also in line as successor to the clan. Ichima has one lead to avenge his family, "Marlewolf."

Ichima looked at the people in the streets. He couldn't say he was from the Tiger Clan. The last time he did that he was jumped and tossed in jail. He saw a tavern and walked into it. "I'm looking on any information on 'Marlewolf.'" He looked at the people and some cowered at the word others, obviously knew nothing. "Well?"

[Chiwi]

Sitting at a small table, not too far from where the new comer was standing, was a girl with long blue hair and red eyes, which were largely hidden by her long bangs. She shook her her head at his abrupt additude; it was likely to get him into trouble if he kept running his mouth like that.

Standing up, she grabbed his arm, dragging him out of the tavern. With a slight glare, she hissed at him, "What do you think you are doing, running around, asking questions like that?"

[Ichima]

"It's the only way I can get information on them besides. It's better than saying, 'I'm from the Tiger Clan.' and getting thrown in jail. All I want to know is what or who they are." Ichima rubbed his arm. He was positive it was broken, but he'd learn to not focus on the pain. "If I ask enough times, I'm sure they'll come see who's asking. Meaning they'll come to me, though I don't like doing something like this, it's the only thing I can do." Ichima thanked the girl for her concerns, and walked back into the tavern.