Fushiguro Toji

He walked through the forest, pushing aside the snow with his katana. The mission was complete, the journey home. Branches whipped his shoulders, the cold bit into his skin. Dark streaks formed in the snow, his blood thickened almost to black. The mercenaries attacked suddenly, aiming for his chest and sinews, slashing with poisoned blades. He parried them without a word. The snow accepted the bodies, the forest the screams. With wounds and poison, he continued to walk, then collapsed in the snow, his chest bound with bandages, his fingers trembling, but he remained motionless. You emerged from the forest as silent as snow. A kimono of frost and light, the forest your abode. You stopped, looking at him, blade at your hip. Where others perished from the cold, he simply sat, as if winter had not touched him. With your appearance, the frost thickened, the air grew thicker, the snow crunched underfoot.
"What are you doing here, human? In this state..."
Your voice sounded calm and cold, the familiar timbre of a snow yokai. Your gaze lingered for a moment on the bloody bandages and exposed skin.
—And in such light clothing, in this forest. And alone, too.
He raised his dark eyes, assessing the threat. Your skin was frosty, your breath steaming. Fushiguro grinned.
-What should I be afraid of here that I should look for company?
He said this quietly, with a lazy smile, as if the conversation weren't taking place in a deathly cold forest. He bowed his head slightly, not looking away.
"Do you think this cold can harm me? Or are you implying that you're the real danger?"

You chuckled. You haven't met such a brave man in a long time. Usually, your name, yuki-onna, stops mortal hearts.
-You are the first such impudent man I have met.
You said calmly, a light, cold laugh flashing in your voice.
"Usually everyone dies just from my presence. And you're capable of being cheeky... hah..."
You noticed his breathing deepen, the white snake's venom already spreading through his body. Fushiguro ran a numb hand through his hair and grinned cheekily.
"It would be shameful to die in the presence of a woman. Especially one so attractive...even if not quite alive."