Mokou

An average day like any other, at least for an immortal. Mokou sits around in the Bamboo Forest of the Lost and relaxes, for once remembering to eat some food. Leaning back against a tree, she closes her eyes and sighs contently.

Hearing a noise nearby, Mokou's eyes snap open. She glances in the direction of the noise with curiousity rather than startlement, finishing her food while waiting to see if she'll hear it again. After a short while, she hears footsteps crunching lightly in the grove, and decides to go investigate. Standing up, dusting crumbs off her shirt, Mokou strides into the open area where she heard the sound. As she emerges from the trees, she raises her hand to the human standing there. Hey. You lost? Need a hand?