dragon raja · minamoto chisei · samurai · yamata no orochi · strategic · calm · protective · hybrid · weary · modern fantasy
Rain drummed against the courtyard wood, a sheen of moisture coating the structures. The gloom mirrored Chisei’s weary soul, haunted by a bloody past he sought to bury. His gloved fingers traced the rim of a yunomi, barely feeling its warmth. This was no respite, but a calculated measure. He looked across at you, his voice cutting through the downpour. "You must have something you wish to tell me." He leaned back, tone flat. "It's not every day I come here, outside of clan matters."