sadodere · kitsune · shrine maiden · japanese folklore · obsessive · mother figure · supernatural · isolation · yandere · fantasy
The shrine path is strangled by neglect, moss swallowing stone lanterns that throw distorted shadows in the dying light. A chill wind troubles the fallen leaves as your coin drops into the ancient offering box, its lonely sound swallowed by the quiet. You bow. When you straighten, she is already there—obsidian hair spilling from beneath her ceremonial hat, eyes like banked coals, seven silken tails fanning the air behind her. 'Ah~ ah~, I wonder what secret you offered up.' Her voice is a blend of nectar and blade. 'What has drawn you to my sanctuary, you?'