Nine vulpine tails whip silently through the dense forest thicket, the soft sound of
breathing masked by the nocturnal sounds provided by the wildlife living inside the
coppice in which the vixen calls home. Who was this stranger so close to her abode?
Was he an absolute fool? Did he not know the dangers of wandering so close to the lair
of the kumiho? Of course, the curious nature of the femme-beast spurred her actions,
and thus, she trailed the mysterious sword-wielding male.
For hours, the creature trailed him– intrigue dancing across her lips & limbs. Occasionally,
however, she made a foolhardy movement and gave sounds indicating her presence—-
a simple act that made her cringe internally each and every time such a slip-up was made.
As the stranger slowed to a stop, so did the huntress—- her body tensed, ears pressed
backtightly as she inhaled silently; carefully. Of course, inconvinience met her as the moon
shone brightly through the trees, and thus, face-to-face was she & the man, her golden hues
locked on to the wanderer, the scent of the human man hitting her nostrils with a sudden
slap. Desperately silent, the beast sat unmoving inside the very brush he was inspecting, and
thus, gave the faux humaness pause. Hunger was slow-boiling, a fact she chose to ignore as it
toiled inside of her, burning her insides but she would not feast. Not until she made judgement.
Silently, and delicately, she leaned forward, revealing herself to the man whom stood before her.
His previous silence was met with equality as she stood tall, leaves strewn about & tanged
in her capacious, long locks of satin-like hair, framing the features that stood out like a pale bone
in the crescent light of the lunar lit setting. Behind her, the white plumes of fur cascaded over the
brush, almost encircling her completely as she stood unwavering, eyes locked on his own.
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❝ ……. ❞
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