Furry-Within

(Guess I felt the need to write for a little. As well I had no where to put it. The idea's that float around in ones head sometimes just need a penmanship or they just go to waist. Feel free to critique Comment if you have one ^_^ or even take part. thinking i might make it a series of short stories. As well as a character depository)

Character name: Arashi Kuriyami
     age: 27

Weapons of choice:
  Throwing stars (Shuriken 4points Moon, sqaure shaped.)
  Bow and arrow (short bow no more than 8 arrows.)
  Jitte x2

Armor if any:
  Lamellar left arm gautlet.
  Lamellar greaves knee's and down.

Fighting style: Dexterous, parry fast, dirty

Weakness:
  Tends to let things get personal
Hates making mistakes.
  comes of as cold.

Strength:
Perseverance and will
 

 It was a cold dark night, as we endured the grasp of winter. Its cold icy claws held us in its grip. The winds howled and screeched against the side of this particular inn. As if reaching for the meager occupants that lingered in the common room.
   I was preforming my duties as I did every night, earning my way with songs and story.  This night like all the others didn't seem promising. Neither did its sad patron's that drank to keep the dreary winter at bay.
  The northland where unforgiving like that. Making those who live here that much tougher. Sometimes its not more than the will to survive that held these men to their sanity.  It made finding new stories so much harder to find. But I've always had a knack for finding one.
  I had just about giving up, When the door opened the last time for that night. I will never forget what i saw. I tell you this in full, I wasn't sure what chilled me more. The cold winter's air or the figure that walked in.
  For a long moment there was nothing in that complete blackness. Granted that the only light came from the fire place, and even that seemed to waver, When that cold wind came in all howling and screaming.
  But then I saw it, A pair of blue glowing catlike orbs. floating there in the darkness.  Those cold lightning Blue things sweeping over them all.  When those eye's touched me I could not help but to shiver as fear..fear that i could never describe touch me.
  Just like that they where gone, Only to be replaced, As It stepped through the door. Closing it behind him.
  He wore a strange long-coat, Strange that it seemed that it was made with patches and black, brown and slightly green. Though I could not see it's face. It moved It seemed without sound. Moving to sit in one of the empty booths.
  But to me, I could smell a good story upon him. My advances where met only with silence. The figure simply ignoring me while it drank and ate.  Through my meager Earning's I had not earned enough for a room this night. It seemed paying for a spot in the common room is always cheaper than a room itself.
   Thus I settled in to slumber, I could not say what woke me up from a dead sleep near the fire.  Perhaps it was the popping of the logs, I later found out that was not the case.
  Either way, I got up to head to the privy. Still bleary from sleep, I had no idea what really was happening.  That is until i felt a hand move over my mouth. Muffling a surprised squeal, I then felt something sharp pressed against my back.
  Someone whispering quietly into my ear.
  "Don't....Move, Don't even make a sound. Or your dead.."
    Those words sent icy tendrils to my heart. Gripping me in fear. I could do nothing but stand there.  that hand slowly removed itself. that point of what ever it was slowly withdrew.
  Minutes felt like years, when another sound was made, a clear audible thump of something hitting the ground.
  I saw him move from the darkness. Those same catlike glowing eyes from underneath that deep black hood.  the figure moved from the fire place. Taking a large ember covered stick moving it pulled out a bit of steel from a body. Pressing it against the wound. Though the body did not move.
  It tossed the stick in the fire, Waving for me to sit. The figure to sat in front of the fire. there was a long moment of silence before he started to speak to me. At first, i was unsure what he was talking about. Until I realized it was the story I sought....