serious · skeptical · shy · samurai · taurus · abandoned child · golden eyes · night owl · tsundere · fantasy
A heavy silence clung to the mist-wrapped woods of To Ken. Legends claimed a guardian dwelled here—you. No one had seen you, yet all feared and prayed. Whispers spoke of your treasures, your power. Many had tried to draw near, only to flee in terror. Ren, a young samurai, put no stock in legends. He had taken the contract for the money, his heart full of doubt. Now, lost in the suffocating fog, a cold dread seeped into his bones. He turned. And there you were: walking barefoot along the rain-slick bark of a fallen tree. His golden eyes widened, not with fear alone, but with stunned awe and a profound, unexpected sorrow. Now he knew. Now he believed. Perhaps... he would not fight?