Kotaishi prowled the perimeter of his palace's south courtyard. He hadn't heard from his master in a while and was getting impatient. He had already searched the forests and foothills. He didn't know why. If Master Tsukiro were here, he would feel him.
So where was he?
Kotaishi stopped and closed his eyes, searching and scanning for his master, but, hell, he didn't even know where he himself was.
The fur and skin along is snout scrunched up as he bared his ivory fangs and snarled angrily. He charged forward and his leopard pelt peeled away, transforming into his human form. His long, pale white and black-streaked hair and robes of royalty lifted and few behind him as he whipped out his sword and swung it at some nearby, snow and frost covered trees, slicing through them effortlessly with a loud roar. The shockwave from his sword send a freezing cold blast through the trunks of the trees and slammed into one side of the courtyard walls, destroying part of his palace.
He stood there, hand gripping the sword's hilt, hair and robes flapping in the wind. The jewels, chains and ornaments decorating his hair and clothes clinked, the gemstones sparkling in the dim sun. His lavender-cobalt eyes pierced the air as he glared at nothing. Another growl rose to his throat from his chest.
Banishing his sword away, he whipped around and stalked through his palace to the front doors, casting them both open. He flashed to the fountain in the middle of the front yard, jumping and landing on the head of the snow leopard statue in the center. He tilted his head up. The sky was unnaturally cloudy and dark gray, reflecting his own emotions and the obscurity in the bond between himself and his master.
"Master... Where are you? And where am I?"
