Kazan now cursed to be an oni. His rage was now something he carried in his afterlife as much as he carried it with him in life.
Shinto belief carried a legend of The ōkami. God and divine messengers. Kazan had never seen any of these spirits but had the belief instilled in his very being.
When he stumbled across the white wolf with the reddish orange markings, he knew exactly who it was, Amaterasu-ōkami.
The large warrior never bowed to anyone but the large warrior fell to his knees. His usual booming voice a whisper, "Amaterasu-ōkami..."
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An twitch of a ear, she turned her head towards the face that was on his knees before her. He recognised the wolf - of course her Crimson markings were easily identifiable though this was fast.
Although they bow their head slightly in return in respect. While eyes fixate on them as a quick sniff was made. . . she sat infront of the other and there were a warm smile upon her features.
Amaterasu could sense that something wasn't right, atleast the wolf should go gentle at first as flowers flourish in hue of many around her.
"Yes. . you call my name, Child?" She'd ask softly tail wagging with grace.
