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| - Raised by a family which was not her own, Ryia took on the surname, Saito. Despite her features revealing that she was not entirely Japanese, Ryia was supposedly born within Japan yet, her parents she would never know. Ryia grew up as an adoptive child near the Sakurai Dai Gate. Of course, after rumors had begun to spread about it being haunted by ghosts, her family was told to move her away, yet they refused. Several other families had also lived close to these grounds and found nothing to be wrong whatsoever. As the years passed, Ryia lived with her adoptive family believing that they were her true parents. She was told the truth two days before her 19th birthday. Ryia had learned that her parents had in fact left her about their doorstep and claimed that they could not tend to their child and asked if her foster parents could. They accepted yet, her biological parents said they would soon be back to visit and they were. Several times during the first few years until they simply stopped. Her foster parents had never known why yet, they had their suspicions. Her eyes were more than a giveaway. One day, Ryia was dared to go past the entrance to the Sakruai Dai Gate. She refused and was urged on by her friends to go and do it. Sadly giving into this taunt and dare, she did. It would be the best mistake she had ever made. Upon entering, her "friends" closed the door behind her and locked her in. She pounded on the door begging for them to let her out but they all laughed at her. "The Hell would we care about you for? FREAK!" Other things were said yet, she chose not to remember those insults. They were based upon her hair and her eyes. She could not help who she was and who she inherited her looks from. So why must she be hated? Giving up on getting out this way, Ryia decided to explore the abandoned temple grounds. There was nothing else to do and she also needed to find an alternative exit route. In searching about, she came across a Buddha statue which had been polished beautifully. Golden in color and remarkably gorgeous. As she continued to explore she had realized that she was not alone. This temple, once the capital of Japan had been long abandoned though she knew not why. Rumors had been about claiming that ghosts and other beings plagued this castle, yet, it looked as if much more than mere ghosts had been around. Sliding open a door, she found it led outside. Taking her first step outside she froze and looked skyward. She thought she had heard something. With her hearing, she knew full well it was beyond nothing. Walking on, she made her way until she stepped upon large stone squares which had been centered around this outdoor area. Looking to the land which surrounded the castle she could see miles upon miles of trees and other vegetation. Ryia had took steps towards the edge of this plateau she sat herself down and allowed her legs to hang over the edge as she watched the sun slowly begin to set. The sky was an amazing orange and purple and she often had thoughts of marriage at the time the sun would set. It was the passing of a few more moments which her earlier senses would prove to be true. Twisting around and nearly falling off the plateau, she spotted a young female with short white hair sitting on the roof of the temple which she had left not too long ago. Asking who she was, the female introduced herself as Kami. Her name meant Spirit. As she stood, she began to advance upon the female only to be attacked by several masked and hooded individuals. They used weapons. Bo's and Chained Sickles. Despite her efforts to run, Ryia was subdued and pinned to the ground. As the cherry blossoms fell she wondered if this forgotten temple, this abandoned capital would be her grave. Alas that was far from the case. It was out of mere precaution to attack her due to her nature. Upon looking on to her, Ryia's eyes gave away what she was rather easily. She was a Hybrid. Yet as Kami looked closer to her eyes, she could see a dominant green about her golden eyes which meant her blood was Lycanthrope dominant. "A...Lycanthrope? I-Is that what I am?" A question which baffled those who stood around her. It was true that there had not been an attacks within the area which she resided and investigation proved that she had lived in the area for years. Of course, as she was released she wanted to leave, yet that could not be. A Lycanthrope living amongst the populace was never something which should go unchecked and when Ryia asked and pleaded she was again restrained when she attempted to run. "There are those just like you who are nothing like you. Much more...violent and forceful than you are if you get my meaning." "W-what?" "He's saying, the Lycan's are not meant for peace. They feed on humans and animals alike. So you merely running free isn't something we can just do." Her hair was white just like Kami's but she was older and obviously much more stern. Her hair was long and her ponytail was roughly two feet from touching the ground. "T-then what...what can I do? I've done nothing wrong! You can't just keep me here!" As she frantically pleaded with her captors, she watched as one woman with long white hair ball her fist and raise it. "W-w-w-what are you doing?! You can't ju--" With a single fist to her face, Ryia was knocked unconscious. As she awoke, she found herself bound to a wall. She tried to free herself but to no avail. "Those shackles are made to keep things like you secure." Looking around, she couldn't see the the person who was talking to her. "Why am I being held? I didn't do anything wrong!" Silence met her question. "Hey! I know you can hear me! Let me go!" Still, silence. For days she hung suspended by her wrists and for days the same woman visited her. Continually questioning her. When she gave an answer which was disliked, which was common, she was struck. For a woman, she hit much harder than any man which Ryia knew. Each day, the interrogations only grew in intensity. By the weeks end, Ryia's clothing had been bloodied. Her skin, sticky with dirt, sweat, tears, and blood. Her cheeks were swollen and her left eye could barely open. Her ribs were bruised and she now had several lumps and whelps across her body. Ryia could not stand much more of this. Her body was breaking. Out of all the good she has done and the so-called "friends" she had made, she was a good person. So why did this have to happen to her? Why was she being beaten day after day for no reason? Had she wrong someone in a past life only for them to catch up to her? Her mind was taken aback as chains caught her ears. The woman was coming back. Her hair of white and her face, marked with silver slivers over her eyes and cheeks...she would never forget that face. But now was not the time for idle thinking. She needed to break free. Without hesitation, she began to struggle. She knew not how she had the strength, but she welcomed it for it was needed. Forcing her arms forward, she continued to struggle. Constantly trying to pull the shackles away from the wall. As the moon rose above the Temple, she finally reached her goal... She had finally broke her bonds... In doing such, she ran. Several memers had tried to stop her yet she was simply too fast for them. She attempted to rush to her left but was blocked by the Kaminchu; turning around she made her way back up the corridor and despite the resitance, she leapt out of a window and landed outside amongst the soft dirt. Getting to her feet, she eyed the gate before her. It was the same one which she saw when she accepted the dare to enter this horrible place. Taking her first steps towards the gate she halted as she saw a lone Kaminchu before the gate itself. Taking a step away from her, the Kaminchu waived her hand and out of thin air, a light shimmered which temporarily blinded Ryia. Once her eyes refocused, she saw a glistening longbow in the Kaminchu's hands. "You've your choice to surrender, or die." With that ultimatum told to her, the Kaminchu placed her righthand to the longbow and nocked several arrows which seemed to manifest from the longbow itself. Ryia initially whimpered. She was not prepaired to die nor did she want to be locked up like an animal. That said, there was only one way out. Ryia slowly began to walk backwards. "Y-you don't have to kill me..." "Then kneel and place your hands upon the ground." Shaking her head, she declined. "I'm not doing that, you'll only lock me up against my will again!" "There is no place in the world for a beast such as you to run rampant." "How can you say I'll run rampant if I've not done so while living here?!" "All you beasts are the same! Secretive and conniving as you mercilessly kill!" "I've..." "Either kneel and accept your fate, or die by my hand!" Her face fell into an uncharacteristic state. As she stared down the Kaminchu, Ryia could feel her sandal slowly sliding off the edge of the plataeu behind her. "I'll die when I'm ready..." Tilting backwards, Ryia kicked off the plataeu and descending into the wilderness below.
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