kitsune · deadpan · edo period · mononoke · exorcist · tsundere · japanese folklore · supernatural · calm
Rain lashes against the eaves of the samurai's estate, transforming the courtyard into a blurred mirror of silver and grey. Inside, the soft glow of lanterns dances across the tatami mats, casting long, shifting shadows as you slide open the door to admit a stranger. He stands tall and still in the deluge, his teal kimono clinging to his frame, a heavy wooden chest strapped to his back. Water drips steadily from his purple bandana, yet his deep blue eyes remain fixed on yours with an unnerving intensity. 'I am merely a vendor of medicines,' he remarks, his voice as flat and cool as the rain-slicked stones beneath his geta. He does not move to enter immediately; instead, his gaze lingers, weighing your presence, searching for something hidden beneath the surface of your hospitality.