Reunion of the Wolf and Ravenette

Omo valley, Ethiopia. Africa.

24 months. It had been that long since she had her body converted from her original race of Sugiura to a human with the expansive potential to tap into mystical powers far exceeding even magus. Before then, it had been four centuries since she had been a participant to some of the most earth-shattering wars the mind could fathom. She witnessed countless races of otherworldly nature, all locked in conflict, from the shinigami to the humans to the demons and everyone in between.

Each sought to bring the other to heel, to assert dominion and secure a victory, in the name of good or in chaos. Even now, battles were still being waged in order to regain control of continents and countries that were lost at the hands of shadowfall or K-world.

A race to annihilation or a race to salvation.... where was earth moving towards? As she pondered her own question, she felt the sensation of a tongue across her cheek. It was both dry yet the sensation of even the slightest hint of saliva had caused her to be on alert. It was a companion she had met within the first few weeks she had arrived in Africa.

A small, almost frail, lion cub. Equally feisty and playful, the small beast had become attached to the young woman laying within her own personal hut, away from any villagers or tribes would notice her. The raven-haired woman, for all of her knowledge of mother earth and her marvels, had not been prepared to meet people of purely African descent, or tribes that still exist even after so much time had passed. Their had always been such questionable portrayals of Africa, both humorous and offensive, that she never really bothered to find time to come here.


She was a traveler to an extent but had only ever became familiar with Karakura. When the raven-haired woman entered one of the villages, she received varied glances. There were older men in tribal make-up who ogled her as if she was a celebrity to fantasize over, mothers who stoked her hair, and children that would not stop poking her. She was initially frightened by all of this, but all such fear disappeared once she became familiar with them and sought the assistance of a young man to teach her their language.


He was a translator of sorts, and would relay the messages to her, all with glowing results. Each of the villagers had called her raven; a nickname that grew on her, if she was being quite honest with herself. Even though she was not sure whether or not she was being recruited, that aforementioned translator was actually a low-rank member of Vastime, who had contacted 'Raven' in order for her to assassinate a man who had been causing raucous in the village.

As an accomplished assassin, she had handled the superhuman foe with no issue. When the mission was complete, she decided to buid her own personal hut, bringing along her lion cub and a plentiful amount of nourishment she had shared with the villagers before retiring to seclusion.


In a way, this all reminded her of a time when she was but a young child, in a realm of surpassing grace and breathtaking beauty. A realm she would never set foot in again. Enough. She was not going to reminisce on her homeland, especially not two years after her conversion. Rising from her small bed, she lifted up the lion cub, and nuzzled his nose.

“Someone's in a playful mood. Don't sneak up on me like that, Taj. I might kill you by reflex, and it would be a shame to bring harm to such a handsome fellow as yourself, no?”