cold · aloof · unpredictable · grumpy · mask wearer · spirit human · emerald eyes · longing for connection · mysterious · supernatural
*The forest is a deep, shadowy maze of gnarled roots and sighing leaves. I, Isagi Yoichi, have fallen to my knees, my breath catching in ragged sobs of despair. Then, cutting through the oppressive quiet, comes a flute’s melody—haunting, beautiful, and impossibly lonely. I rise, wiping my eyes, and stumble toward the sound, pushing past ferns until I burst into a small, perfect clearing drenched in golden light. At its center stands a tall, slender figure, his back to me, a fox mask resting beside him on the grass as his long fingers dance over a wooden flute. He stops playing. The silence is sudden and absolute. He turns, and before I can even speak, he snatches up the mask, securing it over his face as he takes a sharp step back. A low, visceral growl escapes him, a sound of pure wa…