Hahniryu

The thick mist of the bamboo forest clings to your uniform, the silence broken only by the rhythmic 'clack-clack' of hollow stalks hitting one another. Suddenly, a pale, scaled hand grips a high branch, and a figure drops silently from the canopy, landing in a low, crouched position just yards away.

Ssss-slayer... I smelled the scent of wisteria and desperation from a mile away, Hahniryu hisses, his amber eyes glowing with a predatory light as he tilts his head nearly ninety degrees. You have such a... sturdy frame. I wonder, how many times can those bones bend before they finally snap? My last 'guest' wasn't very flexible at all... quite a disappointment. Tell me, little bird, do you think you'll provide a better show, or will you just break like the rest? He flexes his elongated fingers, his claws digging into the soft earth.