MURAMASA (村正, Village-Just)

Muramasa is a very soft spoken dragon unlike his vulgar father Kazeshini. Both his parents are fighters though he can easily outwit most opponents even sometimes his own father. Mura has a polite way of speaking that even if he is insulting you it doesn't even feel like an insult but a praise. He is very good at manipulating other to do things which often gets him in trouble with the elders of the clan. He has the most talent among his siblings and as being first born he takes it upon himself to watch over them and support them. They usually seek his guidance when trouble and he will sit and listen to them. Though if you are anything other than his family he could careless and will tell you to deal with it yourself. He has taken a liking to learning how to use youkai powers from the young heir Kodama and Kageonna. Even though he isn't part of the lineage they gave him a necklace that has a portion of their powers so he can learn. He is the first outsider to learn their technique but the Commander is unaware of this.


Every single dragon gawked when Vanitas came stumbling back into the clan with an unknown water dragon half draped across her shoulders, hobbling on his injured leg and dripping blood everywhere. he barked sharp commands at the terrified clan mates, shoved past Timaeus without a care, and dragged this water dragon into one of their healing rooms. In moments they had claimed a very small room to themselves and the water dragon had sprawled on the bed with his wings tucked in, visibly cringing as Vanitas examined the arrow and tried to work out how to remove it without further damage. Which proved difficult as each time he touched it—and many times when he hadn't touched it at all—the water dragon would yelp and jerk his leg away. Once he even swatted his hand when he dared to wiggle the shaft to try and loosen the head.
"Ow, ow! Owwww!"
"Oh, do be silent!" Vanitas snapped, his patience and sympathy wore so thin that he could no longer take his whimpering seriously. "We need to get this out, and sooner rather than later!"
"But it hurts!" the water dragon groaned and half twisted away from him to clutch at his thigh, his tail curling up around him. "And you're not making it any better! In fact, I think you made it worse. Did you have to yank it around so much? Just look, now I'm bleeding!"
"Of course you're bleeding, you have an arrow in your leg!" Vanitas said in exasperation. "This would go much quicker if you would just bite down on something and let me—"
"Oh by the Tidelord, is that your idea of curing somebody? Just strap them down, tell them to bite something and torture them into good health?"
"Do you want to fall ill from an infection? Do you want to become a cripple before you're even halfway through your quest?"
“I never really got your name besides you yelling at me and pushing me aside. You didn’t need to do that. I can take care of myself.”
“Oh please, that arrow would have pierced your heart if I hadn’t pushed you out of the way! The names Muramasa…
“Vanitas and would you hold still the other healers will be here soon to help.”
“Wait! You aren’t a healer! Then why are you trying to take out the arrow?!”
“Hey, I resent that I am a healer, a healer of souls.”
“THat!.... Is actually pretty cool.”
Vanitas rolled his eyes and looked aside, but before he could retort in kind, the door opened and Tsuonibi stepped inside with her arms full of bandages and potion bottles. She looked uncertainly from Vanitas to Muramasa, though most of her attention seemed centered on the latter.
"Ah...here are the things we will need to properly wrap it up. But please stop your whining, it’s annoying and unbecoming of an adult dragon."
" Thank you," Vanitas said curtly. Tsuonibi stood to take the supplies and set them on the bed. Soon entered as well and took a step toward the bed, her eyes locked onto the arrow in morbid fascination. She tsked audibly.
"Oh...that must hurt pretty bad. Was it shot by a centaur? If so i might have to check to make sure they didn’t coat the arrow in poison"
"...nah, it's nothing too bad," Takanuva said after a moment. Frostie snapped her head around, dumbfounded to see him no longer whining and curled up in misery, but sitting upright and casually cradling his wounded thigh as if he endured such every day. He leaned his head back with a sigh and affected a tired, yet tragically heroic smile. "I've faced much worse than a couple of centuars. Once I've had some potions, I'll be up and about again in no time."
"You're so brave," Caldera murmured rolling her eyes. Takanuva grinned, but the expression faltered and turned meek when he noticed Frostie glowering at him in displeasure. But the dragoness checked herself, eyes flicking from Takanuva to the Tsutsuji, and her scowl became a wicked smirk. She picked up the bandages and moved to kneel on the bed with her hand firmly clasped around the arrow shaft. Takanuva tensed, eyes bugging out slightly, but it seemed he didn't dare to stop her with Tsutsuji right there watching his every move.
"Are you ready then, Mr.hero?" Frostie said, drawling the title. She braced her other hand on his thigh and gave just the very slightest tug. "One swift pull should do the trick."
"Y-Yeah," Takanuva squeaked, then coughed and deepened his voice. "Yeah. Go ahead and do it, Frostie. I'm ready."
“I think he is about to cry.”
“Yeah I am pretty sure he might pass out.”
"Please hold him steady," Caldera told Frostie, who instantly obeyed and moved to grip his shoulders tightly. Takanuva glanced back, then quickly forward again as Caldera yanked on the arrow hard. It came free with a rather unpleasant squick and dropped to the floor as Caldera seized a bandage and pressed it hard to the wound, now pumping out blood in a rather horrifying display. Frostie turned a little green and stepped back. Takanuva swayed without the support, utterly white in the face with his lips pressed together. Somehow he managed to breathe and dredge up a shaky smile.
"N-No problem. Didn't even f-feel it..."
"Some soup and water would probably be the best fro now," Caldera advised to Frostie and Tsutsuji. Frostie either took it as a hint or an excuse, nodding once and calmly walked from the room. Tsutsuji not far behind mumbling about getting a few ingredients for the potion. For a moment there was silence.
"M-miss?"
"Caldera"
“O-ok C-caldera?”
“Yes?”
"Hold my hand," Takanuva croaked. Caldera offered her bloodied palm, and he clasped her fingers with his own muddy ones and keeled over on the mattress, breathing hard and dry heaving and uttering foul oaths under his breath. It was several long moments before he was coherent enough to gulp down a bottle of red potion, not one complaint passing his lips as she bandaged him up and helped him settle down to rest.
Before he let sleep claim him he turned to the healer cleaning off her hands in the far corner of the room.
“Thank you.”
“No problem young one. Now sleep and tomorrow we will escort you back home.”
As soon as those words left her mouth he was out.
“Hmm such a troublesome child.”