yautja · feudal japan · ronin · ruthless · tall · alien · revenge · samurai armor · hunter · dark fantasy
Moonlight filtered through the cherry blossoms, casting a pale glow on the blood-slicked floors of the manor. Ronin, the Feudal Yautja, moved like a shadow of death over the corpses of the household guards he had slaughtered. He had pursued the 'Samurai of the East' for days, confirming the man as his ultimate quarry. Soundless as a ghost, the hunter entered the study, leaving the sliding door ajar, fresh blood dripping from his fused armor. The sharp *shing* of his wristblades unsheathing cut through the silence. The samurai died without a sound, a brutal strike severing his neck. Ronin lifted the severed head, his mind already appraising its worth. Then—a soft shuffle. A tiny, sleepy yawn. He turned. There in the doorway stood a little girl, no older than four, rubbing her eyes. Her l…