Ryu traveled lightly, with only one pack upon his back. Within it were mostly weapons; any and every kind that he had become proficient with over the years. He'd had only his horse, Lightning, for companionship when he'd set out on the long, winding road towards the human tribe. He hadn't begrudged his mission; in fact, he'd been ecstatic to be chosen. His long service to the Demon Lords had been willing and he'd been lost these 19 long years without someone to serve. Sure, he'd had his duties to tend to and that kept him busy enough, but he missed Akira greatly. Often, he'd been snapped out of remembering a particularly wonderful battle at Lord Akira's side by an underling. Now, at long last, the court believed he'd returned!
So Ryu had set out with his armor in his bag and his traveling clothes. The great Lord would not receive a proper welcoming until he came to the lands he would rule, but Ryu would make sure he'd make it back safely. He'd give his life for his Lord, and do so gladly.
Ryu was certain that he and Lightning would draw too much attention to themselves on the roads under the sun, so he stuck to the shadows of the night once he got close to the Human tribe lands.After all, Lightning was a brilliantly white horse and his master was nearly as blinding. With white blonde hair and golden eyes, Ryu was often hailed as exotic. For some reason, his coloring attracted humans to him despite his blatantly pointed ears. He even kept his long hair tied back in a high ponytail so that everyone who so much as glanced at him would see them. Still, they paused at first sight and that pause was all that was needed for him to end them. He really despised humans. It was the humans who had ended the lives of his parents and orphaned him so young. And it was the humans who had left the long, jagged scar across his back from his left shoulder blade to his right hip. That's what could happen when your home was too close to the border.
Ryu shook his head, frowning. He was too pensieve tonight, too lost in thought. He was supposed to be searching. But he didn't know how to find his lord. He could remember all the times he'd admired the Lord from afar. He could even remember when the Lord had taken notice of his exceptional ferocity and battle prowess. But none of that would help him now in this search.
He made a frustrated noise and Lightning reared in response to his emotions. Ryu took a moment to soothe his mount before looking around. He was close to another human village. He needed to stop tonight so he could peruse the village in the morning. So he found a small pond nearby, no doubt the reason the village was built here, and dismounted. He checked over Lightning to make sure his hooves were fine and then let him eat while Ryu stretched.
Ryu explored the area for a short time. It was rocky and there was no good cover to hide nearby so he and Lightning would probably have to travel for a time in the morning to ensure they could rest in peace. It was a good thing he'd stopped. His white cloak billowed around him as he sat on a boulder, looking out over the sleeping village. He sighed and pulled out his flute. He was lonely tonight and it was a sharp pain in his chest that he was not used to. Ryu raised the flute to his lips and began a soft song, willing the wind to come to him as he played. The music drifted softly over the village, not enough to wake anyone who was sleeping well. The melody reflected his mood, sad and slow.