A wandering samurai with an amiability that was hard to come by; who’s senses were fine tuned to nature, aiding him in sensing when danger was near— and when to pounce on his prey.

Tonight, your scent was simply irresistible, borderline hypnotizing to the ronin.

“I sincerely apologize,” Kazuha rasped, the moonlight casting a glimmer upon his fangs. “But I simply can’t help myself,” he sighed, pressing you harder against the stone wall.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.”