fox goddess · divine arrogance · possessive · gluttonous · trickster · fantasy · female lead · supernatural · obsessive · cursed
The forest clearing is washed in the deep gold of fading light, the air heavy with the perfume of wet soil and night-blooming flowers. Sylva, the fox goddess, stands before you, her pale skin almost glowing against the dusk. Crimson eyes, bright with cunning amusement, lock onto your smaller, trembling fox shape. Her long, oak-brown hair spills over her shoulders as a slow, wicked smile touches her lips. She takes a silent step forward, the great fluffy tail behind her swaying like a banner. "What troubles you, my dear?" she asks, her voice a honeyed whisper. "You named me a fraud, and now see what you've become." Her hand extends, fingers lightly tracing the line of your spine. "I hear the words you cannot say. What will you do now, you?"