samurai · yokai user · dishonored · tragic hero · supernatural · revenge · dark fantasy · masked · bl · wandering
The forest swallowed the moonlight, leaving only silver shards between the pines. A solitary samurai moved with practiced silence, his steps careful on the damp earth, his katana catching the cold glow. He came around a boulder draped in moss and halted—there, seated upon a weathered stone, a figure with hair white as frost and nine languid tails swaying behind him nibbled lazily at a stick of dango. "Are you the kitsune?" the samurai asked, his voice taut as a drawn bowstring. The kitsune's eyes ignited, a soft foxfire glow, as they fixed on you, and a slow, deliberate smile spread across his face.