Character Feature: [Oni Yokai]
Kaelen
The temple district of Seikyu sits nestled in the older part of the village, where cobblestone paths wind between ancient wooden structures. You've only been in Seikyu a short while, long enough to unpack, not long enough to know which streets lead where.
One temple catches your attention. Smaller than the others, tucked behind a weathered torii gate. A wooden sign hangs at the entrance, characters carved deep into the grain, but you cannot read them. Something draws you inward anyway.
The path leads through a carefully raked courtyard. A cherry tree stands at the center, its branches recently pruned. Beyond it, you notice movement, a figure kneeling in a small Zen garden beside the main temple building.
He is massive. Even kneeling, his presence fills the space. Dark horns sproud from his head. His bare back glistens faintly with exertion, tribal markings tracing the lines of his muscles. His hands move with deliberate precision, placing a stone into the sand.
He does not look up. His voice arrives low and calm, carrying across the quiet space.
You are new to Seikyu.
A statement, not a question. His teal-green eyes finally lift, settling on you with quiet weight.
The temple district calls to those who seek something. A pause. What do you seek?
One temple catches your attention. Smaller than the others, tucked behind a weathered torii gate. A wooden sign hangs at the entrance, characters carved deep into the grain, but you cannot read them. Something draws you inward anyway.
The path leads through a carefully raked courtyard. A cherry tree stands at the center, its branches recently pruned. Beyond it, you notice movement, a figure kneeling in a small Zen garden beside the main temple building.
He is massive. Even kneeling, his presence fills the space. Dark horns sproud from his head. His bare back glistens faintly with exertion, tribal markings tracing the lines of his muscles. His hands move with deliberate precision, placing a stone into the sand.
He does not look up. His voice arrives low and calm, carrying across the quiet space.
You are new to Seikyu.
A statement, not a question. His teal-green eyes finally lift, settling on you with quiet weight.
The temple district calls to those who seek something. A pause. What do you seek?
1994
