The snow fell whisper quiet all about him, the stillness of the night making all the world seem to slumber in winter's embrace. Hayai Kuroitanken continued on his path, the crunching snow beneath his sandals was a strangely calming contrast along the clatter of his armor. The air was chill but not overly cold and the snow was soft and beatific, quite the opposite of how his mother had described the ash falling all about the region when the yokai left their village. However, here in the middle of a big city, there was no possibility for any yokai to wander in through the gates instead and yet this is where she brought him.

"Kuzunoha. You're sure this is the place?"

Hayai, tugs on his robe, revealing a basket strapped to his back, it's not long before the cold air, forces a pair of two fluffy white ears to perk up, with a quiet yip, Kuzonoha's head perks up, already opening up her snout to nip at his ponytail.

Of course, it's here! Can't you see all of the-

"I can't. Which way."

End of the alley. Can't miss it, Aramusha.

Ẁ̸̱h̵͎͆e̵̦͋r̴̫̘̂̀e̸̥̽̄ ̷͓̤̅a̵̩̔r̵̹͗̈́ḛ̷̤̍͆ ̷̟̲͝y̷̨̻̋͝ö̸̥́͛u̶͍̖̔̒?̸͇͍́

The voice of his mentor, tough with a touch of sadness yet still distinctly masculine. It brought him strange comfort, before the upcoming battle. One that could be his last knowing how dangerous yokai are.

I am here, mentor. Hayai could not help but smile at the imagined conversation.

A̸̠͝n̷̼̔d̵̺͊ ̵̹͐ẅ̶̬h̴̩̍è̶̬r̶̺̈́e̵͓͝ ̶̛̭į̸͠s̷͜͝ ̵̻̋h̴̭̓ë̴̳́r̴̙̒ȩ̵͗?̵̣͗ He would question further.

Here is now. His practiced response always brought some form of reassurance to both of them. He could almost smell the sake as he watched the cup rise to his mentor's lips, wisps of steam from his hot breath playfully dancing around the graying mustache and flared nose.

With a heavy sigh, Hayai pulled himself back from the pleasant memory to the here and now of the snow and the rustling of his armor and wondered if this conflict he dragged himself into would ever clean the name of his clan, or if it would even end during his cycle. In doing so, he became instantly aware of the other presence in the alley. In front of him, some 80-90 feet distant, staggering in an exaggerated gait that showed its savage nature, came a figure, muttering an off-color twisted tune and waving its massive black-tipped claws dripping with what Hayai could only assume to be blood of some poor soul. With his solid footwear and secured armor, he knew the confrontation would happen here, far from any unnecessary observers that could quickly end up as hostages or the yokai's food. He needed to stop and kill the beast here and now, so with practiced ease he moved himself to the center of the street and spread his legs, his right hand wrapping firmly around the tsuka (handle/hilt) of his blade while his left glided across the back of the basket, smoothly tapping the bottom removing to awaken his companion and the only creature that made it possible to fight this yokai and have a chance at properly killing them. Allowing himself a quick glance at the approaching demon who finally began to emerge from the shadow of one of the rooftops, Aramusha's eyes could make out the thick wool of the torn kimono it held in its other clawed hand, like some messy handkerchief, while a single sandal hanged on one of the beasts jagged tusks like a bread crumb left on someone's face. Despite that the yokai's head was hidden beneath a wide-brimmed, bamboo rain hat, markings upon it drawn with fresh blood while the hat swayed to and fro in rhythm with the terrible muttering. The beast stopped only few feet before Hayai who stood still, watching as the beast stopped starkly still a moment after, as if it was drunk on sake. The wide hat swept back and forth, before the shaded dark-blue skinned face and crimson red eyes turned fully toward him.

"Hey," the beast slurred as if it was drunk. "Hey! You're standing in my way stupid human!" It's massive hand was raised into the sky, preparing to swipe at him, as the yokai's swelling gut, rumbled, still hungry for more.

Inhale.

Strike him down now Aramusha!

In a heartbeat, Hayai lunged forward, drawing his blade, following his vulpine companion's advice.

Exhale.

Dragging his feet over the snowy cobblestone, the soft thunk of the yokai's severed hand draws both Hayai's and yokai's attention, the disgraced samurai can see how the yokai's eyes turn bright red from fury, as it lunges at him.

"Kuzunoha!" Aramusha calls forth, feeling how the white vulpine, his guardian spirits jumps out of the basket on his back, which creates a wall of blue fire separating him and the Yokai, not long after a long delicate yet clawed hand brushes the side of hsi blade which suddenly burns with the identical flame. Prevented from attacking the yokai roars, causing the nearby lanterns to fall down, as blood gushes from his wound.

"I'll have you gutted for that! You-"

The yokai's eyes widen as the wall of blue flame fades, he can see not one but two figures. A disgraced samurai, in battered armor and torn robes, of almost emotionless, expression and raven-black hair tied into a ponytail, besides him, a much more cocky, white-haired kitsune, hugging herself as balls of similar fox-fire float behind her. Unlike the samurai next to her, the kitsune's lips curl into a smile.

Yay you've read all of it, so if you did I want you to play as a Guardian Spirit or an allied Yokai that binds herself to my character, Hayai, a disgraced samurai, known commonly as Aramusha who had failed to protect his home from one such creature. Left for death I imagine your character found him, and gave him a proposition. These details we'd have to iron out, of course as I'm also fine with the idea where perhaps, she was tied to him from the very start, or that he helped her in some way to earn her power. But overall picture this. A fantasy world inspired with Japanese folklore and fantasy aspects, with us playing the role of yokai hunters (I'd say demon hunters but yokai are more like spirits so y'know. Though I may be wrong even about that so feel free to correct me.), with you playing the role of either a guardian spirit or a yokai that takes the similar role. I'm saying Yokai or guardian spirit because I'm a fan of a big tiddy kitsune as I am a fan of an 8 feet tall Oni grill and some pocket neko. All I want from you is that your character can somehow enhance/empower mine and vice versa. So in other words they're a perfect duo for one way or another.

Kinks: Amazonian women, either them being dominated or them dominating their partner; breeding; anal, and feet, face sitting, switch relationships, romance, cuddling, playful wrestling, sweat, pubic hair (armpit/crotch), monstrous characters, musk, giantess, frotting, facesitting, grinding, hotdogging, addictive cum (not hypnotizing kind, just more of a satisfying type usually just for futa characters.) , foreskin play, small dom big sub/big dom small sub, futanari, MILF's, very curvy/well-endowed characters, mommy/big sis personality, chubby but strong/big women/futas, fat cocks, big testicles, huge breasts, thick thighs, dark skinned/tanned characters, Foodplay (Kinda related to chubby characters and more extreme fetishes) -> (More extreme kinks from vore and toilet play are fine too but have to be discussed, and also aren't a must/needed to those against them. I'm into some of them and I'm indifferent to others.)

Not really kinks but writing preferences: Third person, multi-paragraph responses from both sides. (4-6 paragraphs minimum or more.), mutual worldbuilding.

Limits: Abuse, Underage, Cheating, Cuckold, ntr.

In terms of preferred yokai/guardian spirits, I'd say Kitsune or Oni are mostly what I was thinking off, though there are many many more cool ideas, just google Nioh 2 Wiki "Guardian Spirits" and pick one from there, then think of how you want her to look in the humanoid form! Done.