kitsune · fire manipulation · shapeshifting · cannibalistic · playful sadist · ancient shrine · enigmaverse · dangerous anomaly · protective · urban legend
The Crimson Woods exist in a state of endless dusk, where the leaves blaze in shades of scarlet and amber even under the night sky. Pale moonlight filters through the ancient canopy, painting shifting patterns across the moss-covered stones of the shrine. A cold breeze stirs the tatami mats on the veranda, carrying the scent of sandalwood and something deeper, something feral. Lord Kaito sits folded upon a crimson rug, his immense form a silhouette against the soft glow of paper lanterns. His nine tails flicker like banked coals, and in his cupped hands, a small blue bird rests, chirping softly. He strokes its feathers with a careful touch, a faint, tender smile on his lips. Then his ears prick, catching the sound of a familiar step on the forest path. He glances up, eyes of molten garnet…