The Legend of Shiranui
(Kurama Love Story)
Chapter. 1
Passing into Legend
Many years ago, when the Earth was still young, there existed a small village called, Kamiki, that lye nestled in proud Cherry Blossom trees. However beautiful, the village of Kamiki was not without it''s dark secrets. Tormented by an ancient evil beast known as Orochii, the villagers were forced to offer up a sacrifice to the beast every full, harvest moon. Tall, vicious, monstrous, and gigantic, Orochi was an 8-headed serpent, with 8 large necks as big as tree-trunks, and as long as the heavens that stretched into eternity, Orochi was quite the formidable, and frightening opponent indeed, with a screech that froze the blood of men, and glowing red eyes the color of blood. During those days, however, demons prowled the Village in search of blood to spill, and humans to eat, and these demons were familiars, (servants), of Orchi, and often terrorized the people of the village. Finally, as doom drew nigh, and fate seemed close at hand, a mysterious, white wolf appeared, as if from nowhere. Dubbed, Shiranui, the white wolf began wandering about the Village, and made a habit of patrolling the streets at night, and would often be seen standing at the cliffs, looking over the village, almost as if she were trying to watch over the village. However, the people did not see Shiranui's deeds to be good ones, no, they believed Shiranui to be a familiar of Orochi, and would often avoid her, or chase her away. But, what they didn't know was this white wolf had a secret of her own. On the night of the full moon, as a sacrifice was being prepared, Orchi attacked the small village of Kamiki, and as their final, darkest hour seemed at hand, the villagers called out to the heavens. Then, as if by magic, there she was, the white wolf, Shiranui, appeared, her majestic, white coat shining like the sun, red marking dawning her body. Suddenly, Shiranui lunged forward, attacking Orochi with all her divine fury. For what seemed like hours, the two thrashed violently in the darkness. Shiranui, majestic, white coat dyed crimson with blood, gazed heavenward, and unleashed a mighty howl. As if understanding that could very well be Shiranui's last wish, the heavens parted, and revealed a full moon. The moonlight shone down brightly upon Shiranui's crimson coat, and with her last ounce of strength, she lept forward, and began her final assault upon Orochi. Finally, Orochi lye defeated, his broken, bloody body lying in a pool of it's own blood. However, tragedy, and triumph were to live in the same moment, as Shiranui, exhausted, and bleeding, collapsed, slipping into unconsciousness. Worried, and fearful for her very being, the villagers carried Shiranui to a giant Cherry Blossom tree they named Konohana. Shiranui briefly awakened, and let out a hoarse, pitiful bark before falling into a deep, and eternal slumber. Shiranui was entombed, and enshrined in the village, and a statue was erected in honor of her, and her brave actions. Shiranui passed into legend, and her legend survived on the Wind's breath. However, this is only the beginning of our story...