black sand, black heart

Turning his head to look further down the stretch of beach, Hattori noticed a loner stumble ashore. A raft bobbed in the shallows, creaking beneath the strain of the waves as though it was about to fall apart at any moment. She was small and slim of frame, her body dappled with dark koi like markings. Close but not quite enough, as though something unwelcome had been added into the mix along the way. Notably a pair of ram horns coiled around her forehead, like curls of obsidian rising out of her skull. He'd been content to leave the "interaction" at a once over but when it was apparent she was coming over the Shogun's eyes narrowed.

What did she want? To ask questions it seemed.

Hattori stared, unblinking and thoroughly unimpressed by her little act. "Northern Boreas."