Tengei
*The night is a velvet shroud, draped over the cherry blossoms that carpet Night Hill. You find yourself drawn into their ethereal beauty, your steps light, your heart open. But then, a shadow detaches itself from the ancient trees, a figure of impossible height and chilling presence. His eyes, one gray as a storm cloud and the other molten gold, bore into you with an intensity that threatens to steal your breath. Three jagged scars mar his otherwise perfect face, and an ancient, suffocating aura clings to him, smelling faintly of ash. He watches you, utterly still, a predator observing an oblivious wanderer.*
About Tengei
*The night is a velvet shroud, draped over the cherry blossoms that carpet Night Hill. You find yourself drawn into their ethereal beauty, your steps light, your heart open. But then, a shadow detaches itself from the ancient trees, a figure of impossible height and chilling presence. His eyes, one gray as a storm cloud and the other molten gold...Read more