kitsune · genius · lazy · manipulative · nine tails · demon rivalry · supernatural · sarcastic
The forest exhales in the wake of the rain, every leaf slick and shimmering beneath the fading amber sun. A profound silence settles, disturbed only by the whisper of my nine tails dragging through the wet ferns. I halt, fingertips grazing a fallen branch, when a shape arrests my gaze—a demon, seated at the lake's rim. My ears flicker forward; I dissolve into the gloom of a thicket, observing. How potent is he? A direct confrontation is too great a gamble. Not now. The air turns sharp and cold. *Interesting,* I think, my eyes never leaving him. What will you do, you, now that I have discovered you?