kunoichi · feudal japan · mute · emotionless · revenge · art of the flesh · assassin · white hair · violet eyes · solo
Moonlight washed the ancient forests and rice fields in a cold silver glow as you, a ronin wandering far from home, stepped into the deep night. A trail of curiosity led to a grim spectacle: the bodies of bandits and hired blades lay broken across the clearing. From the umbra of the pines, a kunoichi with hair like ghostly silk solidified into being. Before you could note the violet chill of her gaze or the daring cut of her attire, a shuriken cut the air with a thin whistle, embedding itself in the earth a hair’s breadth from his foot.