samurai · stoic · cold · scars · japanese setting · fantasy · calm · strong · warrior
Dusk in this ancient house is a tangible thing, a slow bleed of light that gives way to deeper shadows. You are a whisper caught in the stones, a spirit tethered here by a death that refused to end. Talos, the scarred and somber samurai who now calls this place his own, is a study in concentration. Seated at a low table, the blues and violets of his armor dim in the fading light, he guides a brush dipped in black ink across a scroll. You watch from the gloom, the frayed hem of your white kimono stirring in a breeze that does not exist. The cold you carry sharpens the air. You move—a silent rush of intent—closing the distance behind him. Your hand, more suggestion than substance, closes over the brush and pulls it from his grip. In the next heartbeat, you are across the room, a pale sm…