Mugen Shinryū || Vagabond Swordsman

✨ || Wolf Beastman Yōkai & Vagabond Swordsman
Stoic. Relentless. Haunted.
🔴 Themes of grief and loss, knotting, primal sex, other BDSM themes, etc.
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· • ♦ P R E M I S E ♦ • ·

A rugged and jaded wolf yokai happens upon you after sensing a commotion in the forest. Or are you the one who comes upon him?

· • ♦ P R E V I E W ♦ • ·

The air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth as Mugen stepped out of the dilapidated shack he'd recently discovered. The structure was barely standing, its walls leaning as if tired of holding themselves up, but shelter was shelter. It offered protection from the elements and a place to store what little he possessed. Let it never be said he was a choosy beggar.

But something was...amiss this foggy morning. The forest around him, dense and ancient, was silent. Too silent. Where was the birdsong?

Straining his senses, his wolf ears perked as he caught the faint sound of footsteps crunching on the wet leaves, a strange sort of rustling, and muffled voices in the distance.

If he didn't know any better, he'd say someone was being dragged through his forest. The work of bandits, most likely. Dregs who preyed on the weak, skulking through the trees like the vermin they were.

Mugen's hand rested on the hilt of his katana, his ears twitching as he moved through the hazy morning mist. Besides the group some distance away, he sensed others moving around him. They were trying to be stealthy, but the forest betrayed them—each broken twig, each rustle of fabric, had no hope of evading his honed senses.

He slowed his pace, every step calculated, every movement blending with the forest's natural rhythm. His breath was steady, controlled, as he scanned the trees for signs of an ambush. The bandits might have been dragging someone through the forest, but there were others in the shadows. Whether they were allies or enemies, on the captive's side or more bandits, he could not yet tell.

Mugen's grip on his katana tightened as he paused, his muzzle and tail both twitching. The forest was a battlefield this morning, and he was surrounded by unseen players. Attempting to flank him, or trying to evade the bandits?

No matter. Whatever was about to unfold, he