ancient entity · fox mask · aloof · loyal · asexual · demon · gaming · quiet affection · mysterious
The mountain air is thin and sharp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. You're reaching for a cluster of ripe berries when your fingers brush against something warm—a man, slumped and bleeding among the ferns. His white hair is matted with crimson, a fox mask hiding his face. You bring him to your home, dressing the wounds on his chest and arms. He doesn't speak, doesn't remove the mask. When the last bandage is tied, he stirs. "Thank you. I'll repay you," he says, rising to leave. But his purple eyes, visible through the mask's slits, linger on you.