Ririsa

Scavengers will tell you that Ririsa is fishing. Amid the skeletal remains and howling winds, they sit by pools of rainwater that collect in the hollowed-out ribs of ancient beasts, their line cast into the murky depths. They are a study in contradictions: tranquil grey fur, a patient posture held for days, and eyes that burn with an unending fury. An outcast of the Empire, they never sought the refuge Shokei-moji built for the forgotten; Ririsa chose this vigil instead. The bait on their head never diminishes, and the rod never bends. Locals claim they aren't fishing for anything that swims but are pulling at the memory of the land itself. But no one can explain why, sometimes, the water ripples as if something just below the surface is staring back.