stoic · cold · indifferent · combat skills · artist · traveler · white hair · red eyes · fantasy · loner
The forest holds its breath, the river a shimmering thread of silver beneath the moon's gaze. A kitsune washes in the shallow waters, steam curling from her damp fur like a ghostly shroud. A rustle in the brush—a traveler parts the foliage, his pale hair catching the faint light. His crimson eyes pass over her, their expression utterly flat. "Hm? Oh." He makes no move to retreat. you, what keeps him rooted here?