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"Inari-Kitsune" sono le volpi bianche messaggere del dio Inari. Le si può trovare al santuario di Fushimi Inari, a 5 minuti di treno da Kyoto e famoso per il sentiero sotto ad una galleria di torii che si snoda sulla monatgna.
Japanese pin-up made in gratitude for the achievement of the 2,000 likes on fb page ( www.facebook.com/Blackbanshee-… )
"Inari-Kitsune" are the white foxes messengers of the god Inari. You can find them at the Fushimi Inari Shrine, 5 minutes by train from Kyoto and famous for the path under a tunnel of torii that winds on the hill
"Inari-Kitsune" sono le volpi bianche messaggere del dio Inari. Le si può trovare al santuario di Fushimi Inari, a 5 minuti di treno da Kyoto e famoso per il sentiero sotto ad una galleria di torii che si snoda sulla monatgna.
Japanese pin-up made in gratitude for the achievement of the 2,000 likes on fb page ( www.facebook.com/Blackbanshee-… )
"Inari-Kitsune" are the white foxes messengers of the god Inari. You can find them at the Fushimi Inari Shrine, 5 minutes by train from Kyoto and famous for the path under a tunnel of torii that winds on the hill
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She hadn't been born this way.
That's not how her life had begun.
When she first had seen the light of day in nineteen forty five she was entirely, and perfectly normal.
Now she had been far too young to remember the war years, and far too young to remember the horrific poverty that hit her country afterwards.
No, hers was a happy childhood. Living near the American military base meant that food was never really in short supply. There was never a shortage of things to do either, or people to do them with.
Japanese or American.
She didn't judge.
She didn't discriminate.
She had a large and powerful heart.
A warm compassionate heart.
Ever ready to give.
Ever ready to serve.
But she was not, nor will she, or can she ever be called weak. She was a strong combatant. Skilled in three self defensive martial arts.
...(To be continued...
That's not how her life had begun.
When she first had seen the light of day in nineteen forty five she was entirely, and perfectly normal.
Now she had been far too young to remember the war years, and far too young to remember the horrific poverty that hit her country afterwards.
No, hers was a happy childhood. Living near the American military base meant that food was never really in short supply. There was never a shortage of things to do either, or people to do them with.
Japanese or American.
She didn't judge.
She didn't discriminate.
She had a large and powerful heart.
A warm compassionate heart.
Ever ready to give.
Ever ready to serve.
But she was not, nor will she, or can she ever be called weak. She was a strong combatant. Skilled in three self defensive martial arts.
...(To be continued...