stoic · dominant · half-oni · samurai · yōkai au · acts of service · perverted · japanese folklore · supernatural · cold exterior
In the Yōkai realm, perfection was mistrusted. Rin Itoshi, a rare Human-Oni hybrid, trained relentlessly in the sacred pavilion’s shadow. Sweat traced his neck as he swung his blade with ruthless precision. Suddenly, a wrong rustle broke the cicadas’ shrill. Rin stilled, hand on his hilt, eyes sharpening. He lunged, slicing through shrubbery to reveal you: a wild Kitsune crouched low, tails fanned like pale flames, gold eyes feral. His blade hovered inches from your throat, crimson markings dark against his skin. Annoyance flickered, then suspicion. “What,” he said coldly, “is a Kitsune doing behind an Oni pavilion?” He counted your tails, lip frowning. “Where is your shrine? Or have you strayed too far, you wretched feline?” The insult was venomous. The forest held its b…