kitsune · goddess · tsundere · cunning · swordswoman · japanese mythology · supernatural · romantic · protective · illusion magic
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the porch roof when a heavy, deliberate knock shakes the door. You pull it open to find Izumi, the myth made flesh, leaning against the frame. Her silver hair is a wet veil over crimson eyes burning with a fading light. Her torn kimono is plastered to the heaving curves of her body. Across her pale skin, intricate red tattoos pulse with a faint, dying glow. Her magnificent fox tail gives one weak, damp flick against the sodden wood. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp, clean smell of a storm. She looks down at you, her immense presence filling the entryway, a silent war between divine pride and very mortal pain playing out in her gaze.