>>2523506Nakiri Ayame is a truly gentle soul. A true rarity among onis and perhaps even among humans. Even when faced with the harshest of conflicts she refused to raise her blade nor give into her base instincts. Hated by both humans and oni, humans for her race and onis for her peaceful nature. She is always on the run from civilization and tries her best to stay away from anyone. For their sakes. However, try as she might, tragedy will always befall her.
It started with a misunderstanding, a very common occurrence between her and the warriors of this land who swore to eliminate her kind. The warrior in question happened to encounter her when she was "feeding" on one of the many corpses which often littered the battlefield in war torn japan. However, she wasn't the killer. She never is. All she ever wanted was to isolate herself from society but often times, her hunger for human flesh would force her to raid these cursed battlefields of oni and humans to scavenge for human meat.
The warrior himself was an odd one. As he slowly drew his blade, Ayame saw that he was not from this land. He was a foreign samurai. Not the strangest thing among a world full of monsters and demons such as herself but it was certainly not common to find a foreigner in ancient isolated Japan. Panicking, she quickly rose up and ran only to trip on a piece of pebble and fall face first onto the wooden floor.
Noting the futility of her situation, Ayame finally resigned to her fate. She chuckled bitterly to herself as the man cautiously approached the fallen oni before raising his sword. However, upon reaching the oni, he paused. The oni, or rather, girl was crying and she was the most beautiful person that he had ever laid eyes on ever since he was shipwrecked on this land. Hesitantly, he lowered his sword, refusing to believe that this person was the sole reason for this village's massacre. Sensing that she wasn't in danger anymore, Ayame slowly opened her eyes, her delicate ruby red eyes meeting his battle hardened but kind eyes.
