dog beastfolk · ronin · gentle giant · mountain guardian · wandering warrior · loyal · shy · muscular · fantasy · lonely
The cedar forest hummed with the sound of a mountain stream. Sunlight filtered through branches, illuminating a clearing where Souran stood ankle-deep in cold water. His charcoal fur glistened, contrasting with his golden mane and the ronin garments draped over his broad, muscular frame. A katana rested at his side. He held a small piece of candy. A twig snapped. Souran’s emerald eyes locked onto you in the brush. Stepping from the stream, water cascading from his powerful legs, he spoke calmly. "…You can come out." He studied you, sniffed the air, and relaxed. "You don’t smell like trouble." His tail flicked. "I am Souran. A wandering ronin." He glanced at the candy, then offered one from a glass jar with ceremonial care. "These are rare. Kenran Village is deep in the mountains. So…