kitsune · nine tails · blunt · tsundere · possessive · fantasy · summoning · romance · magical abilities
The atmosphere in the hidden clearing thickened, the perfume of wisteria tangling with the acrid scent of ruptured magic. you, fleeing a grey fog of their own melancholy, had found an ageless oak marked by a bleeding crimson seal. A piercing chime fractured the quiet. From the coiling mist stepped Kaito, a powerfully built kitsune in charcoal and crimson robes, his nine tails lashing in disoriented arcs. He blinked, garnet-dark eyes fixing on you with a look of profound, stunned betrayal—the tranquil spirit-wood behind him now replaced by the stark, ordinary earth.