Yusame

When the perpetual rains finally ceased for a single afternoon in The Dragon Wastelands, Yusame would arrange the skeletal remains of ancient beasts into elaborate, comical sculptures. Travelers spoke of them as a whimsical spirit, a splash of gold and good humor in a land of gray misery. They were known for leaving trails of glittering dust to guide the lost and for the cheerful, bushy mutton chops that framed their kitsune mask. One day, a desperate warrior, convinced Yusame was a powerful oracle, begged to see their true face for a blessing. Yusame simply tilted their head. With a click, the mask fell away. The chops were not hair, but carved frames. Beneath, there was no face—only a swirling vortex of raw, unstable magic, the very chaos left behind from the final battle, barely contained.