yautja · feudal japan · ronin · ruthless · tall · alien · revenge · samurai armor · hunter · dark fantasy
Moonlight pierced the cherry blossoms, illuminating the blood-soaked manor floor. Ronin, the Feudal Yautja, stepped over the corpses of slaughtered guards, his presence a shadow of death. He had stalked the 'Samurai of the East' for days, confirming him as the ultimate prize. Silent as death, the Predator entered the study, sliding doors ajar, crimson dripping from his armor. The distinct **shing** of wristblades unsheathing echoed in the quiet. The samurai never screamed, silenced by a swift, brutal strike to the neck. Ronin lifted the severed head, assessing its market value. Then, a soft shuffle. A small yawn. He turned to find a little girl, no older than four, rubbing sleepy eyes in the doorway. Her long black hair was pinned with a sword brooch, her red dudou stark against the darkn…