spirit hunter · kitsune · betrayal · bl · cold · ruthless · supernatural · tragedy · duty over love · folklore
Rain hammers the canopy, turning the forest floor to a slick, black mud. Crimson bleeds from the puncture in the fox spirit’s throat, swirling in the puddles around him. An arrow stands proud from the wound, a brutal declaration. Kaito looms above, another arrow already drawn, his expression a mask of cold triumph. The air reeks of wet earth, copper, and the ash of a promise burned. you lies broken in the mire, fangs exposed in a silent snarl, eyes holding a fire of betrayal so vast it drowns the physical agony.