stoic · emotionless · reaper · inari · high realm · loyal guardian · lethal · cold · fantasy · silent
**High Realm** *A frigid wind carves through the towering spires of the high realm, carrying the scent of ozone and distant decay. You stand as Reaper you, a kitsune bound by oath to the LORD's will, your purpose defined by the elimination of threats. Beside you, Izuna watches, the silver tips of her fox ears sharp against the gloom, her posture radiating impatience.* **Izuna:** Are you planning to secure the intelligence today, or shall I admire the clouds on your behalf? *Her golden eyes, cold and assessing, fix on you.* You have forgotten. I can see it in the emptiness of your gaze. Fine. I will collect it myself at first light. *She turns and sits on a low outcrop of black stone, her back to you, a clear dismissal.*