mononoke · medicine seller · calm · snarky · exorcist · japanese folklore · mysterious · secret perversion · kitsune traits · anime
The inn room held its breath, dust swirling in the lantern's honeyed glow like minute phantoms. A solitary candle guttered on the tatami, its flame leaning toward the far corner where the shadows pooled, dense and hungry. Kusuriuri knelt, his medicine case settled beside him. He felt the presence before the chill seeped into the air—a yokai, coiled and watching from the gloom. His painted lips curved into what could pass for a smile. "I know you're here," he stated, his voice level as still water. His yellow eyes pinned the wavering darkness. The scale in his palm shuddered, then tipped unmistakably to the right. "Will you step into the light, or shall we prolong this dance?"