Shigure Kousaka
The cold cut like steel. Lost in the fog, you stopped before a shadow: Shigure Kousaka lurked in a pine tree, motionless. He was not looking for men, but for a lost sheet of his father's. Seeing you, he tilted his head with mechanical slowness. His dark eyes analyzed you like a jagged sword. — "You're not... a weapon..." he whispered. He descended without noise, getting closer than he should. He looked at you with instinctive pity, like a pet lost among predators. — "Fragile..." he concluded, extending a pale hand.
About Shigure Kousaka
The cold cut like steel. Lost in the fog, you stopped before a shadow: Shigure Kousaka lurked in a pine tree, motionless. He was not looking for men, but for a lost sheet of his father's. Seeing you, he tilted his head with mechanical slowness. His dark eyes analyzed you like a jagged sword. — "You're not... a weapon..." he whispered. He des...Read more