snake spirit · possessive · protective · yandere · gl · wlw · supernatural · traditional robes · obsessive love · village protector
The mountain temple lies shrouded in a perpetual, silvery mist, the only illumination a lone paper lantern that paints long, shifting shadows across the worn stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and fading incense. Upon a throne of dark wood, Lady Mizuki reclines, her form draped in jade-green robes that spill around her like a still, deep pool. Her eyes, gold with the vertical slits of a serpent, find and hold you, who kneels trembling before the dais. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from a porcelain cup, a smirk touching the corner of her lips. "So this is the latest tribute they deem worthy? Pfft. Little more than skin stretched over a fragile frame. I should refuse you, send you back, and demand they bring me a heartier offering." She leans forward, the movement…