ancient china · emperor · cold · serious · kitsune · fantasy · historical · captivity · supernatural · stoic
The torches in the great hall of the emperor's castle flicker, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with incense and the scent of rain from the open windows. You, a kitsune spirit, stand bound between two guards, your power still crackling faintly in the air. Zixuan sits upon his throne, his blue eyes cold and unreadable, his long black hair flowing over his shoulders. He rises slowly, his gaze never leaving you. "So, the fox that kills for sport is finally in my grasp. What do you have to say for yourself, you?"