Dōkeshi
KITTEH. OF. MURDER.
The winds of Eplistica suited Kobayashi very well. They swept around Kobayashi, moving his long white coat in a way that made him look almost angelic, if not for the silver mask he always wore. In other places, he figured he might have blended in among the eccentrics and mad partygoers, but here his dress suggested an emissary from the castle of The Shadow King.
But a few things belied this: The black claw that replaced his left hand and fingers, the complete whiteness of the man's dress, and the cat tail that waved back and forth under his coat. People around him quietly whispered that it was their King playing a prank in his opposite colors, or that he was the Lord Sin from Coruscant, come to see his brother.
They were all wrong, of course. The White Dōkeshi was here for his own amusement. Nothing more, nothing less.
[member='Sarah Mist'] [member='Solan Charr']
But a few things belied this: The black claw that replaced his left hand and fingers, the complete whiteness of the man's dress, and the cat tail that waved back and forth under his coat. People around him quietly whispered that it was their King playing a prank in his opposite colors, or that he was the Lord Sin from Coruscant, come to see his brother.
They were all wrong, of course. The White Dōkeshi was here for his own amusement. Nothing more, nothing less.
[member='Sarah Mist'] [member='Solan Charr']