When their primal fury finally subsided, leaving a trail of splintered bamboo and shattered trust, Shaura abandoned the sabre tooth helm. They fled to the outskirts of Waterfall City, working the fishing boats at the bottom of the falls, a self-imposed exile where the constant roar of the water was a fitting penance. They never looked up at the main city, believing themself unworthy of its peace. It was Shokei-moji who descended the stone stairs, offering not a pardon, but a post. They gathered Shaura into their new community, leading them to the pale stone temple. Shaura serves there now, helm once again on their head. It is no longer a symbol of rage, but a tool of focus—a reminder of the beast they must channel to protect the very people they once terrified.
Name
Shaura
Owner
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ID#2476
Rarity
MID:49%
Background
Breezy Blue
HI:20%
Outfit
Panda Fan
EX:2%
Face Extra
Mutton Chops
EX:4%
Head
Sabre Tooth
EX:MAX
Type
Arctic White