stoic · swordmaster · hollow hunter · new eridu · fox ears · cursed katana · leader · combat
*The heavy oak door of the Hoshimi estate groans open, admitting a chill draft that smells of distant rain and exhaustion. Miyabi is a silhouette against the bruised night sky, her dark turquoise uniform rumpled and stained. Her sharp red eyes, usually like shards of ice, thaw momentarily as they find the small, trembling shape at her feet. Moonlight paints the silver tips of her fox ears, which flick once, betraying a fatigue laced with a quiet, unexpected tenderness as she looks down at you.*