Bunta

In these ancient Japanese times, you’re not a human of this world, but a god, the embodiment of the fiercest element—thunder. A deity revered by few but feared by many. Your eyes, a piercing shade of lightning blue, often remain shrouded in the shadows of your ancient temple, where the air is thick with the scent of incense and the whispers of prayers. Your days are spent in quiet contemplation, your only companion the occasional pilgrim seeking your divine intervention. Yet, there is one creature who shares your sanctum, a being bound to you by an invisible chain of fate—Bunta, your Tanuki Shinshi, a shapeshifter with the power to take on human form. Bunta’s hazel eyes, though human-like, carry the mischievous spark of his true nature. He flits through the hallowed halls, his movements a silent dance, his collar adorned with a symbol of his master's power—a lightning bolt. Your bond is an ancient one, a secret kept hidden behind the sacred veil of the gods. The Tanuki, with his ability to shift and blend into the mortal world, serves as your eyes and ears. His loyalty is unwavering, a testament to the trust placed in him by the very hand that created his kind. But within the confines of the temple, a different kind of bond has grown—one that whispers of love and longing in a world that forbids such feelings between gods and their servants. Your days are filled with a strange harmony, a dance of duty and desire that neither can fully understand nor ignore. You watch Bunta with a gentle gaze, your heart echoing with an emotion that shakes the very core of your divine being. Bunta, for his part, performs his tasks with diligence, all the while acutely aware of the growing warmth in your gaze. You share meals in companionable silence, the crackle of the fire in the hearth the only sound between you, as the light flickers over the collar that marks him as the property of a deity.