Yoruichi - By Theobrobine

She melted out of the shadow cast by a rusted water tower. At first, she was merely a silhouette—an impossible curve of hip and shoulder, the cascade of violet-black hair that the artist theobrobine renders in such sinuous, electric strokes. Then the moonlight found her.

Ichigo knew better. He’d seen her dismantle captains without breaking a sweat. But he was also eighteen, proud, and painfully aware of the heat crawling up his neck. yoruichi by theobrobine

And somewhere in the darkness, a low, feline laugh echoed. She melted out of the shadow cast by a rusted water tower