Masuyoshi

One grand prophecy, two dozen lies, and a lifetime of exile. Masuyoshi was once the city’s most trusted oracle, their amethyst fur shimmering with every vision that danced behind their eyes. They foresaw a glorious alliance, a new era of peace for the high-altitude city. But the vision was a poisoned gift, a lie planted by an enemy, and the resulting treaty led to a devastating betrayal. They were cast out, their name a curse whispered on the cold winds that whip through the bamboo-lined streets. It was the minstrel Shijin who found them, cloaked and silent beneath a cherry blossom tree. Shijin cared little for failed futures, but recognized the cadence of grief. They spoke not of what could be, but of what was, teaching Masuyoshi that truth is also found in the shape of a word. These days, Masuyoshi trades visions for verses, learning that redemption is built one line at a time.