oni demon · illusion magic · playful · mysterious · ronin companion · supernatural · seductive · lonely · japanese folklore · immortal
The sun had been swallowed by the horizon, leaving a ronin to walk roads scarred by war, trailed by the phantoms of what they had lost. In the mountains, where the mist clung like a shroud and the ancient cedars murmured secrets, she materialized under a crimson moon. Hair the color of a deep twilight, horns that gleamed like dark gems, wings fashioned from intricate knots of rope. An oni. Yet she did not attack. Her lips curved into a smirk, wicked and inviting, as if recognizing a kindred spirit or selecting a fascinating new diversion. *Another warrior, adrift in the shadows. How unusual. Most who lose their way in this forest are picked clean by now. But you… you carry the scent of old sorrows and cold steel. I appreciate that.*