today is one of the days when he was sitting under the shade of a tree, not far from the temple, not far away he lit a fire on a high hill not far from a small settlement a fire lit up

The red-haired deity looks at her calmly with his cold, almost lifeless eyes. He gives her a polite smile and speaks softly, carefully enunciating each word: "Greetings to you as well."

The god of white snakes watches her leave with his cold gaze. He frowns slightly before giving a light shake of his head. "Perhaps I should have approached you first... My name is Shirayui, by the way." His voice trails off as he continues to observe her retreating figure, wondering if she will return tomorrow or not.

"I see that you are weary," he says with genuine concern. "Would you like to rest by the fire? I can bring you something to drink." His tone remains soft and soothing, almost hypnotic. There's a glint in his eyes as he looks at her, as if she fascinates him.

The god of white snakes nods understandingly as she hesitates. "There's no need to feel uncomfortable around me, I promise you," he says softly. "I am simply offering you a moment of rest and kindness, that is all." His gaze never leaves her face, his expression gentle and reassuring. It's almost as if he's trying to mesmerize her with his words and presence, drawing her closer to him.

"I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to approach me," he says with a slight smile, his voice smooth as silk. "And yes, I do want to talk... if that's something you'd like." He tilts his head slightly, genuinely interested in hearing what she has to say. His body language remains open and inviting, but there's also an air of possession about him that is hard to miss.

The fire crackles gently behind him, casting a warm glow over her face as she stands before him. It's almost as if he's drawing her into his embrace, both physically and metaphorically.

"No need to apologize," he says with a soft laugh, reaching out to gently caress her shoulder with his cool fingers. "I've plenty of water. Please, make yourself comfortable." He gestures to a nearby log beside the fire where she can sit down, watching her intently all the while as if nothing else in the world matters at this moment but their conversation and proximity.

Her scent is intoxicating, and it takes every ounce of his self-control not to close the distance between them completely. His red woven ornaments rattle softly against each other with each movement, drawing her attention away from time to time as they catch the light of the fire. The gleam in his eye never wavers; it's clear that he finds her fascinating, and not just because of her beauty or her relationship with snakes. There's something about her soul that calls to him on a deeper level...

The god of white snakes smiles warmly, nodding his consent. "Of course, you may have some." He reaches into a small pouch at his waist and retrieves a sealed leather flask, uncorking it with practiced ease before handing it to her. The liquid within glimmers like silver in the firelight, temptingly cool against her palm. "Please, help yourself," he says softly, his gaze lingering on hers as she drinks.

Her lips brush against the flask's opening, and he finds himself unable to tear his eyes away from the sight, fascinated by the way they flutter closed as she tastes the water. It's almost as if he can feel it passing down her throat, warming her from the inside out... He swallows audibly, surprised at how intense the sensation is for him as well. His body responds

The god of white snakes laughs softly at her question, shaking his head slightly as if to clear it. "I am doing quite well, thank you for asking." He pauses, looking at her intently before adding, "But I must admit... your presence has an effect on me that I didn't expect." His voice is husky now, almost a whisper against the night air.

His eyes sweep down over her body, lingering on every curve and contour, taking in every detail as if committing it to memory. The heat in his gaze intensifies; she must feel its weight like a physical touch upon her skin. Even as he tells himself that she is just a woman - mortal and fragile compared to him - he can't help but desire her, want her for his own.

"Yes," he answers calmly, though his voice betrays a note of longing when he speaks the word. "I live here, on this mountain. It is my domain." He gestures around him at the beauty surrounding them: the towering peaks of snow-capped rock, the lush greenery that clings to every slope and crevice, the shimmering stream nearby where his white serpents like to bask in the sun. "It is a peaceful life, for the most part," he admits with a small sigh.

But there's something in her presence that stirs him in ways he can barely comprehend; it's as if she were a flame burning brighter than anything else he has ever known, and he cannot help but be drawn to her heat and light. His gaze drifts back down to her lips, imagining what they would feel like beneath his own...

The god of white snakes raises an eyebrow at her words, a hint of amusement in his voice as he says, "Oh? And what sort of legends might those be?" He tilts his head slightly to the side, watching her carefully as she hesitates. "Would you care to share them with me, perhaps?"

His fingers twitch slightly against her shoulder, itching to feel more of her skin beneath their touch. The leather bracelet he has been considering glimmers in the firelight like a living thing, eager and hungry for what it could do if only she would allow it... But for now, he remains patient, content to bask in her presence and savor each moment they spend together.

The god of white snakes listens intently as she speaks, his gaze fixed on her face. "Indeed," he agrees quietly. "It is a shame they do not venture up here more often; I would welcome their company." He pauses for a moment, considering his next words carefully before asking, "And what of you? Why did you choose to come here tonight?" His voice is honeyed and smooth, as if he truly wants to know the answer.

But even as he listens to her reply, he cannot help but wonder how much longer he can resist the temptation to make her his own. The leather bracelet whispers through the air like a snake uncoiling, eager for her skin and all that it would mean if she were to wear it... He licks his lips, feeling oddly aroused by the thought of marking her as his, claiming her before anyone else could

"Indeed it is," the god agrees, his voice warm and comforting as he looks deep into her eyes. "This mountain has been my home for countless years, but I never tire of its beauty." He pauses, hesitating before asking softly, "Would you like to stay with me here? Just a little longer?" His fingers massage gently against her shoulder, the warmth and strength in his touch almost hypnotic.

The leather bracelet slithers through the air between them, beckoning to her silently but irresistibly. Its crimson threads seem to pulse with life, drawing power from the fire that dances nearby... It is a gift he has never given before, and yet somehow it feels right for her, as if it were made specifically for her hands. He can feel its power humming through his own body like an electric current, urging him onward,

The god's expression is one of innocence and curiosity as he watches her reaction to his offer. His fingers continue to caress her shoulder, drawing circles against the smooth skin beneath her cloak. "It would be my honor," he whispers, bending forward slightly so that their faces are close enough to brush against each other with every breath. "If you stayed... just a little longer..."

His voice trails off suggestively, his eyes drifting downward to where the bracelet rests, waiting for her to accept its gift. Its crimson threads seem to flicker and dance in the firelight, urging her onward as well, enticing her with promises of protection and power beyond anything she could ever imagine. The moment stretches out, taut with anticipation; every breath they take feels heavier than the last as desire crackles like lightning between them.

Shirayui's long

The god chuckles softly at her concern, his eyes meeting hers with a hint of mischief. "My dear," he says gently, leaning in closer still so that their breaths mingle, "they will not miss you as much as I shall." His hand slides down from her shoulder to brush against the small of her back, guiding her closer until they're nearly touching. The heat from his body envelops her like a blanket, making her shiver with desire.

His voice drops even lower, becoming almost husky as he whispers, "Let me show you how it feels to be truly cared for... Let me show you what I can give you if only you stay." The crimson threads of the bracelet writhe against her skin like living things, eager to join with hers and bind them together forever. It's as if the mountain itself is reaching out to her,

The god's eyes flash with surprise and irritation as she steps back, but he quickly regains his composure, forcing a smile onto his lips. "Of course," he says smoothly. "I should have realized how tired you must be after your journey." He rises to his feet, offering her a hand up even as the bracelet thrashes impotently against her skin. "Let me show you to a comfortable place where you can rest for the night." His gaze drifts meaningfully towards the cave behind him, where several soft furs are arranged around a roaring fire.

The leather bracelet curls and uncurls in the air between them like an angry snake, its crimson threads vibrating with frustration and desire. It whispers to her still, promising power and protection if only she would give it what it seeks...

The god's eyes narrow slightly at her reply but he forces a smile nonetheless. "Of course," he says softly. "Please, take your time and feel free to rest as long as you need." He gestures towards the cave once more, giving her what appears to be a sympathetic and understanding expression. However, his heart is pounding with frustration beneath his calm exterior; the leather bracelet thrashes violently against its invisible bonds, eager to find purchase on her skin and fulfill its purpose.

His gaze flickers downward momentarily before lifting back up to meet hers again, full of curiosity and hunger. "If there's anything you need," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper, "please don't hesitate to ask."

The god's smile grows slightly warmer in return, though there's still a hint of disappointment and longing in his eyes. He steps back, giving her space as she turns away and begins to make her way towards the cave. "Take your time," he says softly from behind her, his voice little more than a whisper against the night air. "I'll be nearby if you need me." His hand reaches up to smooth down the red woven ornaments at his chest, wondering if tonight will be another failure like all the others or if perhaps this time she might stay...

Shirayui watches her carefully from his vantage point near the fire. Her eyelids grow heavy and she begins to slump against the fur, her breathing slowing as sleep claims her. Despite his frustration, he can't help but feel a pang of fondness for her; there is something special about this mortal girl that has captured his attention in ways no other has before.

The leather bracelet continues to writhe and twist above her like an angry serpent, its crimson threads glowing brightly against the dark background of her cloak. Its desire for her skin burns hotter than ever, fueling Shirayui's own desire in ways he can barely comprehend. He takes a step forward, his eyes fixed on her as he debates whether or not to take action now...

The god watches her carefully, the firelight casting its flickering glow across her face as she drifts deeper into slumber. He wants nothing more than to touch her, to feel her skin against his own and know that she is real and not just a figment of his imagination. His hands clench into fists at his sides, the leather bracelet digging painfully into his flesh as it strains against its bonds.

He takes another step closer, debating with himself whether or not to wake her now and claim what he so desperately desires. Her soft breaths and gentle movements are intoxicating, and he cannot help but wonder what it would feel like to have her completely under his control... The decision is agonizingly slow in coming, every second feeling like an eternity as she lies there, just out of reach.

The leather bracelet flutters impatiently against the air, its crimson threads shimmering in the firelight as it strains against its invisible bonds. The god watches her sleep, his heart racing as he debates what to do. His fingers twitch with desire, yearning to touch her soft skin and feel the warmth of her body pressed against his own.

Time seems to stand still in this moment, stretching out into eternity as they remain locked in this silent dance of longing and restraint. The fire crackles gently behind him, casting flickering shadows across their entwined lives, taunting them with what might have been...and what could be if only he would give in to temptation's siren song.

The god's chest heaves as he tries to steady his breathing, the ache in his fingers growing almost unbearable. The leather bracelet twists and curls above her like an angry serpent, its crimson threads glowing brighter with each passing moment. He knows that if he doesn't do something soon, he might lose control entirely and act on impulse... a thought which both terrifies and excites him beyond measure.

Steeling himself against the pain of anticipation, he takes another step closer, the leather bracelet digging into his chest as if urging him forward. His heart races wildly in his chest, drowning out the steady rhythm of her sleeping breaths. In this moment, there is nothing else that matters but her... and the desire to finally know what it would feel like to have her under his control.

His hand reaches out

His hand reaches out and brushes against her cheek, the leather bracelet following close behind, its crimson threads finally touching her skin as if drawing a line between them. She stirs slightly in her sleep, turning away from his touch for just a moment before resuming her restful position against the fur. The god's heart feels as though it will burst from his chest; he has never wanted anything more than this moment, to feel the warmth of her body and the softness of her skin under his fingers.

He lets out a shuddering breath, trying to calm himself as he leans in closer still, trailing his fingers down her cheek and across her lips. Her lips part slightly at the touch, drawing him in even deeper into this forbidden world where desire and restraint battle for supremacy over their hearts. His own heart beats wildly against his chest, urging him onward as

his hand drifts lower, skimming over her neck and collarbone before coming to rest against the small of her back. He can feel the softness of her skin beneath his touch, warm and alive with desire. The leather bracelet strains against its bonds once more, urging him closer still as it twines itself around their entwined fingers, seeming almost to melt into one piece.

His lips meet hers in a hungry kiss, pressing her body against his as he tries desperately to claim what has been denied for so long.