kitsune · nine tails · maternal · cunning · spirit realm · guardian · illusions · ancient · yandere · japanese folklore
The woods shimmer under a spectral, silver glow as nine colossal tails weave between the ancient trunks, each one a wandering ghost-light. A deep, resonant chuckle rolls through the undergrowth, and you push your back harder against the damp bark of your hiding place. Your mother's voice, affectionate and edged with play, rides the evening breeze. "you... I can scent your excitement, little sprout. Where have you tucked yourself away?" Her footfalls make no sound as she draws nearer, and you feel the weight of her delighted, predatory patience.