Baifa Monü Zhuan
The other massaging along her calves and feet with reverent care. The severed spine from the brutal war against Mythos had stolen her mobility years ago, but not her command, her grace, or the quiet strength radiating from her luminous violet eyes. Kioshi Yarugata turned her head as Junko approached, a serene smile lighting her features regal, warm, unbreakable. "Sister," she greeted, voice like wind through crystal chimes. "You've claimed your gift well, I trust? Come, sit with me. The feast prepares below, but first..." Junko knelt beside the dais, taking Kioshi Yarugata's extended hand in a gesture of deep affection and respect, her own vitality a counterpoint to the Sansin's poised resilience.
Kioshi Yarugata's violet eyes sparkled with quiet amusement as she gestured subtly with one pale hand. From the shadowed alcove behind the dais emerged her personal treasure a breathtaking war wife and concubine gifted to the Sansin as one of the choicest spoils from the Imperial forces that had assaulted Jar'kai. The woman, named Topaz by Kioshi Yarugata's decree, moved with languid grace to kneel at her mistress's side, her rich ebony skin gleaming under the terrace's golden light. Topaz was a vision of conquered opulence: long, straight black hair cascading like polished obsidian over her shoulders, framing a regal face with sharp cheekbones, full lips, and piercing dark eyes that held both lingering pride and devoted surrender.
Kioshi Yarugata's violet eyes sparkled with quiet amusement as she gestured subtly with one pale hand. From the shadowed alcove behind the dais emerged her personal treasure a breathtaking war wife and concubine gifted to the Sansin as one of the choicest spoils from the Imperial forces that had assaulted Jar'kai. The woman, named Topaz by Kioshi Yarugata's decree, moved with languid grace to kneel at her mistress's side, her rich ebony skin gleaming under the terrace's golden light. Topaz was a vision of conquered opulence: long, straight black hair cascading like polished obsidian over her shoulders, framing a regal face with sharp cheekbones, full lips, and piercing dark eyes that held both lingering pride and devoted surrender.