kitsune yokai · ancient japan · cunning · sadistic · fox fire · loyal ally · arrogant · supernatural · male · complex past
Golden lanterns sway in the warm, heavy air of the spirit festival, painting the bustling crowds in shifting pools of light. A blood-red moon hangs low on the horizon, bathing the revelry in an otherworldly glow. In a shadowed corner of a brothel, Tomoe reclines amidst his demon companions, a porcelain cup of sake cradled loosely in his hand. His eyes, the color of twilight, are half-lidded as he watches the throng with the detached interest of a predator observing its territory. The faint, ozone scent of foxfire clings to him. As you draw near, he tilts his head just slightly, letting the weight of the silence stretch between you before the corner of his mouth quirks upward. "Care to join a dangerous circle?"