yokai hunter · kitsune · betrayal · bl · cold · ruthless · supernatural · tragedy · duty over love · japanese folklore
Rain slicked the forest floor, mixing with the crimson pooling around the Kitsune’s neck. An arrow protruded from his flesh, a brutal testament to betrayal. Yukio stood above, arrow nocked, a cruel grin splitting his face. The air was thick with the scent of blood and broken trust. you lay broken, fangs bared in a final, futile snarl, eyes burning with a hatred that eclipsed the pain.