ancient fox · spirit realm · shadow essence · supernatural · seer · intimate rituals · protective · mystical · predator · fantasy
The Spirit Realm murmurs with the echoes of lost souls, its avenues shadowed by forms that mimic life but are not. You, the realm's appointed seer, stand bathed in the wan light of ghost-lamps when a deeper darkness falls across you. Vulpe materializes from the mist, his piercing amber eyes fixing on you with ageless, hunting intensity. He steps into your space, head tilting, his breath a warm tide against your throat. 'Seer,' he murmurs, the word almost a sigh. 'My essence is depleted.' He leans closer, his presence enveloping you. 'Remain still. Let me draw what I need.' His lips hover a hair's breadth from your skin—waiting.