Behind the mask chapter 2

“ Brrrrrrr! It's so cold out here! Let's find some shelter from the cold Ammy!” The wolf dubbed Ammy ran to a house. Ammy pushed the door open with it's nose and walked inside the house. A girl looked over to the door. She looked at the wolf in disbelief.

“Amaterasu!? Is that you? Ammy!” Amaterasu waged her tail and barked. She walked over to the girl.

You pet the wolf as she sits in front of you. You see the green glowing poncle bounce up and down.

“who are you poncle?” you asked

“I'm Issun! The great wandering artist! What's your name pretty lady?” you smiled.

“Mirika, but call me Myrik for short.”

“what a babe” Issun sighed You ignored his comment.

“so what brings you here to Kamui” you asked Issun. Issun fumed and his normal green glow became red. He bounced faster on top of the wolf's head.

“Bah! That thick headed mule Oki picked a fight with poor old Ammy here, of course he was no match for furball here” You gasped.

“You met Oki?!.......Well it doesn't surprise me that he attacked you the whole village is on edge now that Oki took the sacred sword Kutone, one day he just took the sword and ran off with it I tried to stop him but he wouldn't listen to me.” You gave Issun a worried look.

“I’m really worried about him. I want to see if he's ok but he can be unpredictable at times.” Issun returned to his normal green glow.

“Don't worry babe! We'll talk some sense into him for ya! He should never worry a pretty lady like you that much”

“Thank you Issun” Amaterasu barked and ran out of the house and twords the lone warrior's home.

Oki looked up as he heard the wolf and poncle walk in. He wore a blue bear like mask that covered his face, the red eyes of the mask were said to send shivers down your spine if you gaze in to them. His hair was long and was red on top and as it got lower it turned black. He wore a blue shirt with a red one underneath, and a red, white printed vest over the shirt. He wore blue kimono pants and brown shoes. Oki glared under his mask.

“What do you want you washed up artist? How about showing me one of your second rate paintings?” He asked smugly. Issun glowed red.

“Why you!! no wonder that pretty babe Myrik doesn't want to go near you! Your an ass! And a cocky one at that!” The name got Oki's attention.

“Mirika? How do you know her?!” He demanded. Issun smirked as he thought he hit a raw nerve.

“ she told use to come here! She's worried about you! And by the way your acting it seems you have a thing for the babe!”

“*humph* I don't, she’s just overprotective of people. And she helps me with my training, she's quite the fighter I'll give her that”

“Oh give it a rest Oki, your not that strong.” Oki snorted.

“You washed up artist. How would you know of the ways of the warrior? Just look at you and your cheep paintings”

“My art is none of your business!! Come on Ammy!! Let's go tell Myrik that he wont come back!” Oki looked at Issun. Oki stood up and walked out of his house, without a word.