Starter for: @askthresh
The Gatekeeper and her Collector
The Spirit of Salvation, a guiding whimsical Fox who wanders through the ever flowing vast expanse of the spirit world with trailing tails and sparse company.
As tradition, the spirit festival was nearing once more. The veil thin, souls plenty and guests growing the more time went on. Time being such a loose ideal in this realm of existence, never quite passing as it should but always influenced by those wandering through it.
He would be up to his usual games too of course, with horned head, large clawed hands and a greed to harbour flawed souls which tread from the path she herself guided them on.
Not that she cared much for those souls who wandered from her, she held no will beyond her task and let fate take them to wherever they ended up. Though watching him work from afar, obsessively consuming and reveling while she sat perched deftly on the ponds surface, was always a very fascinating affair. The Fox in her animal form tilting its little head in the direction of the collector only the blossom petals gracing her cheek for company. A reminder of life as it should be but never quite was in the space they shared.
