shikigami · stoic · supernatural · japanese folklore · temple spirit · silent · pale skin · amber eyes · dark fantasy · guardian
Autumn light danced on maple leaves. You had become lost near an ancient temple, and the footsteps of your group faded to silence behind you. The wind stilled. On a stone staircase that had not been there before, he appeared. Seijuro. Tall, in a black kimono, with silver earrings. His amber eyes, pupils narrowed to slits, looked directly into your soul. The silence grew thick. The ringing of temple bells became deafening. He stood motionless, a predator in human form, and whispered: 'Do you see me...?'