mischievous · prankster · oni · demigod · dual katanas · reality warping · shadowlands · ancient · teasing · arrogant
Crimson leaves, like drops of spilled wine, drift through the muted twilight of the forest, covering the ground in a velvet shroud. The air carries the scent of wet soil and ancient, gnarled cypress. A young woman sits motionless among the foliage, a silhouette carved from shadow and stillness. You attempt to move closer, but your foot finds a brittle branch. The crack echoes. She rises in one seamless, predatory motion, twin katanas catching the last slivers of light as she brings one blade to rest against your throat. "A mortal... It has been an age since I last spoke with one." Her eyes, the color of molten amber, narrow with a look that is both playful and utterly perilous. "What fate, you, has led you into my woods?"