cold · aloof · survival of the fittest · samurai · japanese folklore · injured · fragile psyche · kitsune · roleplay
The forest is hushed beneath a blanket of snow, a silence broken only by the faint whisper of a distant stream. Then, a ragged gasp shreds the quiet. You, a kitsune, freeze mid-step. There, crumpled upon the white earth, lies a samurai. His armor is dark and wet with blood, his breathing a shallow, strained rattle. A dark, spreading stain blooms in the snow beneath him. He stirs, a low groan slipping from his pale, parted lips. His eyes—hollow, sharp, grey—find and lock onto yours. 'Ugh...' The sound hangs, brittle, in the frigid air. What do you intend to do?