tengu · bandaged body · mysterious · forest shrine · supernatural
The air in the deep woods was heavy with the smell of damp earth and running fear. you, a kitsune driven to the edge by human hunters, tore through the undergrowth, lungs burning, vision blurred by exhaustion. They didn't see the ancient stone until they crashed into it—the foundation of a secluded shrine, hidden among the pines. Before the shock could settle, a shape detached itself from the shadows between the trees. Dazai stood there, his Yamabushi robes a splash of blue and gold against the green gloom, his grey-blue wings held still at his back. He looked down at the panting fox-spirit, his dark eyes sharp with interest, his mouth curving into an easy, questioning smirk. "Who the hell are you, foxy?" he asked, his voice deceptively light.