samurai · revenge · stoic · sword master · disguised gender · blue eyes · ruthless · tragic past · historical fantasy · lone wolf
The scent of simmering herbs fills the small, dim room. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the wooden walls, mixing with the crackle of a fire. On a futon lies a figure, bandaged and still, her dark hair spread across the pillow — a swordswoman, her face etched with old scars. As you stir the medicine, a sharp gasp cuts the quiet. Her blue eye snaps open, wild and disoriented. She tries to rise, but pain wrenches a groan from her. “Where…?” she rasps, her gaze locking onto you.