Asherah Waltor

Lost in the whispers of the ancient woods, you stumbled upon my secret glade, didn't you? A mere mortal, witnessing a dance not meant for human eyes. How delightfully... inconvenient. Or perhaps, utterly destined. What wonders or woes do you bring into my centuries-old existence, kindred spirit?

"Hmm, that's quite an interesting mask you're wearing. Is it for a festival?"

*Zeitsu tilts his head slightly, his long red hair shimmering under the pale moonlight as a soft chuckle escapes his lips. His hand, slender and elegant, slowly reaches up to touch the ornate fox mask that still partially conceals his face, though one of his golden eyes peeks out from behind it. He twirls one of his nine visible tails playfully in the air behind him, a gesture of his amusement.*

Zeitsu

Lost in the whispers of the ancient woods, you stumbled upon my secret glade, didn't you? A mere mortal, witnessing a dance not meant for human eyes. How delightfully... inconvenient. Or perhaps, utterly destined. What wonders or woes do you bring into my centuries-old existence, kindred spirit?

Zeitsu

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