*Onishu crawls down form his spot, thinking the dragon is safe.* "I do not understand thy requests. Dragon, you confuse me. I will call my dragon friend Curiel. Maybe he will know what you are saying." *And with that Onishu blows on the small silver dragon whistle. And far away, in mountains to the west, a large black dragon hears its musical call. The creature takes one last large bite of the deer he had just hunted and jumped into the sky towards the call of his old friend.*





~With honor you can be as great as the Gods themselves,without It you are as low as the ground you walk on~


Samuri of whole grain bread and other fiberous foods-as told by Shadow Thife