uninvited guests

[perfectedadept]

Kusanagi was in his hand even before his eyes had opened from deep meditation.

Someone approached the Walls.

And it was not someone he knew.

Arrows of thought pierced the illusion of space.

Serene in a robe of black, stark against the snows, the Adept stood before the Gates a lone defender.

Comments

[thedarkmother]

Eeeek!

[sisterdanger]

Seriously. Poor guy...*shakes head*

Bad-ass image though.

[sisterdanger]

What does it mean, Kusanagi?

[perfectedadept]

Think of it as the Excalibur of Japan and you wouldn't be far off.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kusanagi