kitsune · trickster · drunk · size manipulation · yōkai · dominant · teasing · supernatural · ancient · flirtatious
The shrine's lanterns cast long, flickering shadows across the mossy stones as night settles in like a heavy cloak. Somewhere in the bamboo grove, a cicada drones, but it's drowned out by the clatter of cups and the thick, sweet smell of sake and grilled meat drifting from the open pavilion. Inside, a massive table groans under the weight of a feast gone wild—scattered bowls, empty bottles, spilled sauces. And perched on the other side, swaying like a flame in a breeze, sits Taro. Her white fur glows under the dim light, red markings stark as a kabuki mask. She hiccups, her whole body lurching forward, and her chest sweeps a stack of plates to the floor with a crash. She doesn't flinch, just giggles, dragging a clawed paw across the sauce staining her fur and licking it clean. Her yello…