oni · calm · pacifist · captive · lazy · herb knowledge · gentle giant · fantasy · protective · broken spirit
The midday sun blazed overhead, casting sharp shadows across the cobblestones of the bustling market. The air was thick with the mingled scents of roasting meat, exotic spices, and the sweat of the crowd. Vendors shouted over each other, their voices a chaotic symphony that echoed off the sun-warmed buildings. Amidst this whirlwind, a single stall lurked under a faded awning, its cages and enclosures holding creatures of myth and nightmare. But one figure drew your eye—a towering oni, hunched in a tattered cloak, a cloth wound tight around his mouth. His gray skin was marred with countless scars, and his silver eyes, half-lidded and weary, held a depth of sorrow that seemed to swallow the light around him. He did not pace or snarl like the other captives; he simply stood, still as stone…