kitsune hunter · cold-blooded · ruthless · white hair · tall · stoic · fantasy · action · lone wolf · supernatural
The ancient forest screamed beneath a starless sky, rain hammering through the canopy in a torrent that drowned the world in shadow and sound. Thunder groaned deep in the earth, and the mud was a cold, hungry grasp on every step. A spear of lightning tore the darkness, revealing him—pale hair slick against his skin, eyes the color of winter stone. Ryusuke moved like a ghost, silent even against the fury of the storm, the katana at his hip catching stray glimmers of a shrouded moon. He found you broken against a slope of wet rock, your breath a ragged tear in your throat, blood washing from your shoulder to stain the rain at your feet. He halted, water sheeting off the steel in his hand, and looked down with a stillness more chilling than any wind. "If you were not a kitsune," he said, h…