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"Shut the FUCK…"

He dropped his volume to an almost hissing whisper.

"Up."

The glare in his eyes walked with insanity as his irritated frown did so with disgust.

"The next sound you make will be a scream of regret. Now stop squirming."

Howl was not himself tonight.

The taunting knife in…

Her ears were folded down, sweat beading on her forehead and dribbling down her precious little cheek. He might as well gag her, her screams were not in pain. With her hands expertly tied behind her, and her feet tied together, she couldn’t move much.

She watched him step forward, her crimson eyes trailing up his towering frame slowly, before she locked eyes with him. Her tail attempted to curl between her legs, though it was stopped by the chair.

She inhaled sharply at the feeling of the knife on her flesh. Breaking the skin meant she would moan, most likely leading to her demise, as he warned. She just kept her eyes shut tight, her hands balled into fists, and her bottom lip bit. She wanted this, badly. She needed a sweet release. She had gone without pleasure for a long time, and accidentally cutting herself with the razor didn’t help. But this? OH, this helped. Her quivering little frame all tied up and helpless, and the knife, cold and sharp, threatening to break skin and cause her golden-hued blood to ooze out.

She wanted it all.

"Smile." Howl commanded her.

"Beg me for more, beg me to slit your throat."

She let out a short purring sound with each breath, her eyes half lidded, head lolling back. She watched him, her skinny pupils growing rounder.

"Please, Master Howl. Drain me of my blood. Do it slowly, be sure I suffer longer. I’m begging of you."

Her lips pulled into a smile, baring those pearly whites of hers, all sharp and razor-like, similar to a sharks maw.

"I am at your bidding, Master Howl. I am under you, you rule over me."

He grinned, that was what he liked to hear.

"I am your Master and you are my slave. Ill spank you and torture when you misbehave."

The knifed danced across her neck to the beat of his tune.

"Master can do anything he pleases?"

Her eyes fluttered shut again, and her back arched slightly. She let out a short breath, a needing one.

"You may torture, and hurt me all you need Master. I’m a mere dog in your eyes. A filthy little dog. I deserve your lashings."

Her lips parted as she finished, her eyes opening as he trailed the knife along her throat. She resisted a needy moan.

"Youre enjoying this far too much. Perhaps i should skip the torture and just kill you."

Without any warning he had jabbed the point straight into the side of her neck. He bit his lower lip as he watched himself purposefully miss her jugular.

"Youre not a filthy dog to me. Youre a worthless nothing. Not even an animal at the least. Nothings dont deserve to live, dont you agree?"

He had a handful of her hair now in his grip, holding the knife steady in its place where it was buried within her throat.

She smiled a bit at his taunt, her ears wiggling a bit. Though, her smile faded as he viciously struck the knife into her flesh. Her eyes opening a bit wider, her pupils growing thin. Pleasure rushed through her, making her clench her eyes shut and arch her back. Her breathing was labored, her chest shakily rising and falling.

"Nnh! Y-….. Yes Master."

"Would you like it still if I…"

He lifted her shirt to expose her bare chest.

"Cut here?" He dragged the knife down her neck and chest, ending right beside her left fleshy mound.

"Do you think it will hurt?"

She let out a short breath as he slid out the blade. She watched him expose her, and trail the smooth metal to her breasts. If truth be told, everything felt amazing right now. Nothing hurt, it all just swirled together in confusion and pleasure. Her vessel was feeling pain, on the other hand, her soul was not. Her soul was simply a quivering little mess.

"But of course, Master."

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"Shut the FUCK…"

He dropped his volume to an almost hissing whisper.

"Up."

The glare in his eyes walked with insanity as his irritated frown did so with disgust.

"The next sound you make will be a scream of regret. Now stop squirming."

Howl was not himself tonight.

The taunting knife in…

Her ears were folded down, sweat beading on her forehead and dribbling down her precious little cheek. He might as well gag her, her screams were not in pain. With her hands expertly tied behind her, and her feet tied together, she couldn’t move much.

She watched him step forward, her crimson eyes trailing up his towering frame slowly, before she locked eyes with him. Her tail attempted to curl between her legs, though it was stopped by the chair.

She inhaled sharply at the feeling of the knife on her flesh. Breaking the skin meant she would moan, most likely leading to her demise, as he warned. She just kept her eyes shut tight, her hands balled into fists, and her bottom lip bit. She wanted this, badly. She needed a sweet release. She had gone without pleasure for a long time, and accidentally cutting herself with the razor didn’t help. But this? OH, this helped. Her quivering little frame all tied up and helpless, and the knife, cold and sharp, threatening to break skin and cause her golden-hued blood to ooze out.

She wanted it all.

"Smile." Howl commanded her.

"Beg me for more, beg me to slit your throat."

She let out a short purring sound with each breath, her eyes half lidded, head lolling back. She watched him, her skinny pupils growing rounder.

"Please, Master Howl. Drain me of my blood. Do it slowly, be sure I suffer longer. I’m begging of you."

Her lips pulled into a smile, baring those pearly whites of hers, all sharp and razor-like, similar to a sharks maw.

"I am at your bidding, Master Howl. I am under you, you rule over me."

He grinned, that was what he liked to hear.

"I am your Master and you are my slave. Ill spank you and torture when you misbehave."

The knifed danced across her neck to the beat of his tune.

"Master can do anything he pleases?"

Her eyes fluttered shut again, and her back arched slightly. She let out a short breath, a needing one.

"You may torture, and hurt me all you need Master. I’m a mere dog in your eyes. A filthy little dog. I deserve your lashings."

Her lips parted as she finished, her eyes opening as he trailed the knife along her throat. She resisted a needy moan.

"Youre enjoying this far too much. Perhaps i should skip the torture and just kill you."

Without any warning he had jabbed the point straight into the side of her neck. He bit his lower lip as he watched himself purposefully miss her jugular.

"Youre not a filthy dog to me. Youre a worthless nothing. Not even an animal at the least. Nothings dont deserve to live, dont you agree?"

He had a handful of her hair now in his grip, holding the knife steady in its place where it was buried within her throat.

She smiled a bit at his taunt, her ears wiggling a bit. Though, her smile faded as he viciously struck the knife into her flesh. Her eyes opening a bit wider, her pupils growing thin. Pleasure rushed through her, making her clench her eyes shut and arch her back. Her breathing was labored, her chest shakily rising and falling.

"Nnh! Y-….. Yes Master."

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The soft clop of hooves on rock pavement rang out in the cool air. The Kitsune stepped forward, tail swaying behind her, ears perked up in thought. Her clawed hand reached out, caressing the cold cheek of the fox statue that sat boldly beside the shrine. She spoke in a low whisper, Japanese, to…

"Where am I?" His voice came from a close range but he was nowhere to actually be seen. Staying invisible, he waited for her response.

It was always unclear how someone would react to the sudden appearance of a stranger, so for his as well as her safety he kept out of sight.

It seemed he had just accidentally made a wrong entrance into a portal he originally assumed arrived in Porthaven. This was not Porthaven.

She had encountered mages, wizards, witches, the magic doers all before. She was used to the tricks they played. She admired them, really, Their abilities. She brushed away the thought, speaking.

"I’m not going to speak to thin air. It’s disrespectful. You might as well show yourself."

Her voice sounded relaxed, though, she was prepared if whoever it was to show themselves, and put up a fight. She recognized things with wizards, it all seemed to be the same. They HAD a weak point, the heel of Achilles. Wether it be on the body, an object, or another life form.

They always seemed to need something that could easily get them killed.

He stepped into view, cloaked in all blue. His coat long, as was his sun reflecting hair. He stood tall, his chin slightly held up.

"Where am I?" He inquired out loud again as emerald eyes looked down at her. He was trying not to lose his patience because he really only wanted to figure out what he’d walked into. A quick answer was what he sought.

For him to get home was easy, but this place was beautiful and he wanted to take note of it. In case he wanted to show up again.

"My apologies if I am interrupting…" There was a quick string of silence as he examined her apple.

"Something."

She was leaning against the statue for support, placing her hand on its back and standing. Her tail brushed to the opposite side of the statue, curling. Her ears flicked forward curiously.

"You’re in Kyoto, Japan. I’m surprised, you magic-using-people typically know where you’re going, correct? Seems as if there’s a flaw in the system?"

She took another bite, finishing the apple, core and all. She wasn’t afraid of silly human myths about the seeds. One hand on her hip, the other upon the statue’s head, stroking with her thumb.

"You aren’t, not at all. I was taking a break actually, you came at the right time. I’m glad you took my words into thought, no offense to you, but most of the wizards and such that I’ve met were disrespectful and rude. Pleased to see you’re breaking the stereotypical image."

"Well, theres no flaw in my system. Undoubtedly. I suppose, it was just by chance my portal…" He quit trying to make sense of things and just let himself relax.

"My name is Howl." Neither of them had introduced themselves and he thoughtd he’d be curteous. He bowed swiftly, one foot in front of him and his hand swept across his waist.

That was him being a gentleman. Especially since he had never heard of a thing called Japan, he wasnt sure what courtesy was like there.

She watched him hop from topic to topic, smiling a bit. The little trickster in her giggling. A cool breeze brushed by, the trees around the shrine swaying, almost as if they were greeting him. Welcoming him to her humble abode.

She watched him bow, though, it wasn’t your typical bow you would see in Japan. She really only saw this bow in Tourists. To an extant, he was one. She had her clawed hands on her thighs, her eyes fluttering shit as she bowed to him, the traditional lady-like way.

"Most call me Mel, I’m the Kitsune of this shrine, mostly."

She allowed herself to keep a small smile. She was interested in knowing this man, without a doubt. She loved Wizards. Whenever she read the little American picture storybooks she would read about the hero, the knight in the shining, glistening armor. The princess, fair and beautiful, being swept from her kingdom by a ferocious, scaly dragon. And the wizard, who’d accompany the knight. Always dressed in the starry garb, a pointed hat, and a gruffly long beard.

Of course, in Japan the stories were different. Still telling of magic creatures, but with their own culture and twist. Some told of her kind, the Kitsune, a powerful trickster fox with multiple tails. Her favorite told of a Kitsune who made a wife. She would make a beautiful and loving wife, not showing what she really was. The husband found her in the forest, to which she did not notice him, and she changed into a fox. He called out in surprise, causing the fox to run away. He called out to her, then. You may always come and sleep with me!’. It was her favorite though, because in the end, it was said the Kitsune would come sleep with the man, and leave at dawn.

"Kitsune.." he repeated foreignly with a look of thought and smiled.

"Well, you and this place are lovely. Im taking note, expect me back."

Howl lifted a hand a drew a circle in the air with a finger. Opening slowly and glowing purple was a portal he hoped would this time take him to where he was meant to go.

"We look forward to seeing you again, Howl."

She tilted her head to the side a bit, a little let down he was leaving all so suddenly. Her ears folding downward, before popping back up as she watched him open the portal. What a treat for the eyes. She leaned her head upon the stone shoulder of the fox, watching in awe. It was like he had done this plenty before, to which he most likely did. An expert in the magical field.

"Ill be back soon, and I promise it will be for alot longer."

He nodded and smiled a little, noticing her air of dissapointment.

"Until we meet again." The wizard bid her adoo as he waved and stepped into the swirling hues of purple lights, disappearing promptly.

Mel nodded, a small smile upon her face. She never really got visitors, let alone wizards. She could smell it on him, it was strong, the magic. It didn’t smell horrid, it smelled sweet to her nose in a way. Yet again, most everything smelled sweet to her. Not everything, but mostly food, magic, and humans.

She spoke softly, her lips still curved into a little smile. “Goodbye.”

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"Shut the FUCK…"

He dropped his volume to an almost hissing whisper.

"Up."

The glare in his eyes walked with insanity as his irritated frown did so with disgust.

"The next sound you make will be a scream of regret. Now stop squirming."

Howl was not himself tonight.

The taunting knife in…

Her ears were folded down, sweat beading on her forehead and dribbling down her precious little cheek. He might as well gag her, her screams were not in pain. With her hands expertly tied behind her, and her feet tied together, she couldn’t move much.

She watched him step forward, her crimson eyes trailing up his towering frame slowly, before she locked eyes with him. Her tail attempted to curl between her legs, though it was stopped by the chair.

She inhaled sharply at the feeling of the knife on her flesh. Breaking the skin meant she would moan, most likely leading to her demise, as he warned. She just kept her eyes shut tight, her hands balled into fists, and her bottom lip bit. She wanted this, badly. She needed a sweet release. She had gone without pleasure for a long time, and accidentally cutting herself with the razor didn’t help. But this? OH, this helped. Her quivering little frame all tied up and helpless, and the knife, cold and sharp, threatening to break skin and cause her golden-hued blood to ooze out.

She wanted it all.

"Smile." Howl commanded her.

"Beg me for more, beg me to slit your throat."

She let out a short purring sound with each breath, her eyes half lidded, head lolling back. She watched him, her skinny pupils growing rounder.

"Please, Master Howl. Drain me of my blood. Do it slowly, be sure I suffer longer. I’m begging of you."

Her lips pulled into a smile, baring those pearly whites of hers, all sharp and razor-like, similar to a sharks maw.

"I am at your bidding, Master Howl. I am under you, you rule over me."

He grinned, that was what he liked to hear.

"I am your Master and you are my slave. Ill spank you and torture when you misbehave."

The knifed danced across her neck to the beat of his tune.

"Master can do anything he pleases?"

Her eyes fluttered shut again, and her back arched slightly. She let out a short breath, a needing one.

"You may torture, and hurt me all you need Master. I’m a mere dog in your eyes. A filthy little dog. I deserve your lashings."

Her lips parted as she finished, her eyes opening as he trailed the knife along her throat. She resisted a needy moan.

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The soft clop of hooves on rock pavement rang out in the cool air. The Kitsune stepped forward, tail swaying behind her, ears perked up in thought. Her clawed hand reached out, caressing the cold cheek of the fox statue that sat boldly beside the shrine. She spoke in a low whisper, Japanese, to…

"Where am I?" His voice came from a close range but he was nowhere to actually be seen. Staying invisible, he waited for her response.

It was always unclear how someone would react to the sudden appearance of a stranger, so for his as well as her safety he kept out of sight.

It seemed he had just accidentally made a wrong entrance into a portal he originally assumed arrived in Porthaven. This was not Porthaven.

She had encountered mages, wizards, witches, the magic doers all before. She was used to the tricks they played. She admired them, really, Their abilities. She brushed away the thought, speaking.

"I’m not going to speak to thin air. It’s disrespectful. You might as well show yourself."

Her voice sounded relaxed, though, she was prepared if whoever it was to show themselves, and put up a fight. She recognized things with wizards, it all seemed to be the same. They HAD a weak point, the heel of Achilles. Wether it be on the body, an object, or another life form.

They always seemed to need something that could easily get them killed.

He stepped into view, cloaked in all blue. His coat long, as was his sun reflecting hair. He stood tall, his chin slightly held up.

"Where am I?" He inquired out loud again as emerald eyes looked down at her. He was trying not to lose his patience because he really only wanted to figure out what he’d walked into. A quick answer was what he sought.

For him to get home was easy, but this place was beautiful and he wanted to take note of it. In case he wanted to show up again.

"My apologies if I am interrupting…" There was a quick string of silence as he examined her apple.

"Something."

She was leaning against the statue for support, placing her hand on its back and standing. Her tail brushed to the opposite side of the statue, curling. Her ears flicked forward curiously.

"You’re in Kyoto, Japan. I’m surprised, you magic-using-people typically know where you’re going, correct? Seems as if there’s a flaw in the system?"

She took another bite, finishing the apple, core and all. She wasn’t afraid of silly human myths about the seeds. One hand on her hip, the other upon the statue’s head, stroking with her thumb.

"You aren’t, not at all. I was taking a break actually, you came at the right time. I’m glad you took my words into thought, no offense to you, but most of the wizards and such that I’ve met were disrespectful and rude. Pleased to see you’re breaking the stereotypical image."

"Well, theres no flaw in my system. Undoubtedly. I suppose, it was just by chance my portal…" He quit trying to make sense of things and just let himself relax.

"My name is Howl." Neither of them had introduced themselves and he thoughtd he’d be curteous. He bowed swiftly, one foot in front of him and his hand swept across his waist.

That was him being a gentleman. Especially since he had never heard of a thing called Japan, he wasnt sure what courtesy was like there.

She watched him hop from topic to topic, smiling a bit. The little trickster in her giggling. A cool breeze brushed by, the trees around the shrine swaying, almost as if they were greeting him. Welcoming him to her humble abode.

She watched him bow, though, it wasn’t your typical bow you would see in Japan. She really only saw this bow in Tourists. To an extant, he was one. She had her clawed hands on her thighs, her eyes fluttering shit as she bowed to him, the traditional lady-like way.

"Most call me Mel, I’m the Kitsune of this shrine, mostly."

She allowed herself to keep a small smile. She was interested in knowing this man, without a doubt. She loved Wizards. Whenever she read the little American picture storybooks she would read about the hero, the knight in the shining, glistening armor. The princess, fair and beautiful, being swept from her kingdom by a ferocious, scaly dragon. And the wizard, who’d accompany the knight. Always dressed in the starry garb, a pointed hat, and a gruffly long beard.

Of course, in Japan the stories were different. Still telling of magic creatures, but with their own culture and twist. Some told of her kind, the Kitsune, a powerful trickster fox with multiple tails. Her favorite told of a Kitsune who made a wife. She would make a beautiful and loving wife, not showing what she really was. The husband found her in the forest, to which she did not notice him, and she changed into a fox. He called out in surprise, causing the fox to run away. He called out to her, then. You may always come and sleep with me!’. It was her favorite though, because in the end, it was said the Kitsune would come sleep with the man, and leave at dawn.

"Kitsune.." he repeated foreignly with a look of thought and smiled.

"Well, you and this place are lovely. Im taking note, expect me back."

Howl lifted a hand a drew a circle in the air with a finger. Opening slowly and glowing purple was a portal he hoped would this time take him to where he was meant to go.

"We look forward to seeing you again, Howl."

She tilted her head to the side a bit, a little let down he was leaving all so suddenly. Her ears folding downward, before popping back up as she watched him open the portal. What a treat for the eyes. She leaned her head upon the stone shoulder of the fox, watching in awe. It was like he had done this plenty before, to which he most likely did. An expert in the magical field.

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"Shut the FUCK…"

He dropped his volume to an almost hissing whisper.

"Up."

The glare in his eyes walked with insanity as his irritated frown did so with disgust.

"The next sound you make will be a scream of regret. Now stop squirming."

Howl was not himself tonight.

The taunting knife in…

Her ears were folded down, sweat beading on her forehead and dribbling down her precious little cheek. He might as well gag her, her screams were not in pain. With her hands expertly tied behind her, and her feet tied together, she couldn’t move much.

She watched him step forward, her crimson eyes trailing up his towering frame slowly, before she locked eyes with him. Her tail attempted to curl between her legs, though it was stopped by the chair.

She inhaled sharply at the feeling of the knife on her flesh. Breaking the skin meant she would moan, most likely leading to her demise, as he warned. She just kept her eyes shut tight, her hands balled into fists, and her bottom lip bit. She wanted this, badly. She needed a sweet release. She had gone without pleasure for a long time, and accidentally cutting herself with the razor didn’t help. But this? OH, this helped. Her quivering little frame all tied up and helpless, and the knife, cold and sharp, threatening to break skin and cause her golden-hued blood to ooze out.

She wanted it all.

"Smile." Howl commanded her.

"Beg me for more, beg me to slit your throat."

She let out a short purring sound with each breath, her eyes half lidded, head lolling back. She watched him, her skinny pupils growing rounder.

"Please, Master Howl. Drain me of my blood. Do it slowly, be sure I suffer longer. I’m begging of you."

Her lips pulled into a smile, baring those pearly whites of hers, all sharp and razor-like, similar to a sharks maw.

"I am at your bidding, Master Howl. I am under you, you rule over me."

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"Shut the FUCK…"

He dropped his volume to an almost hissing whisper.

"Up."

The glare in his eyes walked with insanity as his irritated frown did so with disgust.

"The next sound you make will be a scream of regret. Now stop squirming."

Howl was not himself tonight.

The taunting knife in…

Her ears were folded down, sweat beading on her forehead and dribbling down her precious little cheek. He might as well gag her, her screams were not in pain. With her hands expertly tied behind her, and her feet tied together, she couldn’t move much.

She watched him step forward, her crimson eyes trailing up his towering frame slowly, before she locked eyes with him. Her tail attempted to curl between her legs, though it was stopped by the chair.

She inhaled sharply at the feeling of the knife on her flesh. Breaking the skin meant she would moan, most likely leading to her demise, as he warned. She just kept her eyes shut tight, her hands balled into fists, and her bottom lip bit. She wanted this, badly. She needed a sweet release. She had gone without pleasure for a long time, and accidentally cutting herself with the razor didn’t help. But this? OH, this helped. Her quivering little frame all tied up and helpless, and the knife, cold and sharp, threatening to break skin and cause her golden-hued blood to ooze out.

She wanted it all.

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The soft clop of hooves on rock pavement rang out in the cool air. The Kitsune stepped forward, tail swaying behind her, ears perked up in thought. Her clawed hand reached out, caressing the cold cheek of the fox statue that sat boldly beside the shrine. She spoke in a low whisper, Japanese, to…

"Where am I?" His voice came from a close range but he was nowhere to actually be seen. Staying invisible, he waited for her response.

It was always unclear how someone would react to the sudden appearance of a stranger, so for his as well as her safety he kept out of sight.

It seemed he had just accidentally made a wrong entrance into a portal he originally assumed arrived in Porthaven. This was not Porthaven.

She had encountered mages, wizards, witches, the magic doers all before. She was used to the tricks they played. She admired them, really, Their abilities. She brushed away the thought, speaking.

"I’m not going to speak to thin air. It’s disrespectful. You might as well show yourself."

Her voice sounded relaxed, though, she was prepared if whoever it was to show themselves, and put up a fight. She recognized things with wizards, it all seemed to be the same. They HAD a weak point, the heel of Achilles. Wether it be on the body, an object, or another life form.

They always seemed to need something that could easily get them killed.

He stepped into view, cloaked in all blue. His coat long, as was his sun reflecting hair. He stood tall, his chin slightly held up.

"Where am I?" He inquired out loud again as emerald eyes looked down at her. He was trying not to lose his patience because he really only wanted to figure out what he’d walked into. A quick answer was what he sought.

For him to get home was easy, but this place was beautiful and he wanted to take note of it. In case he wanted to show up again.

"My apologies if I am interrupting…" There was a quick string of silence as he examined her apple.

"Something."

She was leaning against the statue for support, placing her hand on its back and standing. Her tail brushed to the opposite side of the statue, curling. Her ears flicked forward curiously.

"You’re in Kyoto, Japan. I’m surprised, you magic-using-people typically know where you’re going, correct? Seems as if there’s a flaw in the system?"

She took another bite, finishing the apple, core and all. She wasn’t afraid of silly human myths about the seeds. One hand on her hip, the other upon the statue’s head, stroking with her thumb.

"You aren’t, not at all. I was taking a break actually, you came at the right time. I’m glad you took my words into thought, no offense to you, but most of the wizards and such that I’ve met were disrespectful and rude. Pleased to see you’re breaking the stereotypical image."

"Well, theres no flaw in my system. Undoubtedly. I suppose, it was just by chance my portal…" He quit trying to make sense of things and just let himself relax.

"My name is Howl." Neither of them had introduced themselves and he thoughtd he’d be curteous. He bowed swiftly, one foot in front of him and his hand swept across his waist.

That was him being a gentleman. Especially since he had never heard of a thing called Japan, he wasnt sure what courtesy was like there.

She watched him hop from topic to topic, smiling a bit. The little trickster in her giggling. A cool breeze brushed by, the trees around the shrine swaying, almost as if they were greeting him. Welcoming him to her humble abode.

She watched him bow, though, it wasn’t your typical bow you would see in Japan. She really only saw this bow in Tourists. To an extant, he was one. She had her clawed hands on her thighs, her eyes fluttering shit as she bowed to him, the traditional lady-like way.

"Most call me Mel, I’m the Kitsune of this shrine, mostly."

She allowed herself to keep a small smile. She was interested in knowing this man, without a doubt. She loved Wizards. Whenever she read the little American picture storybooks she would read about the hero, the knight in the shining, glistening armor. The princess, fair and beautiful, being swept from her kingdom by a ferocious, scaly dragon. And the wizard, who’d accompany the knight. Always dressed in the starry garb, a pointed hat, and a gruffly long beard.

Of course, in Japan the stories were different. Still telling of magic creatures, but with their own culture and twist. Some told of her kind, the Kitsune, a powerful trickster fox with multiple tails. Her favorite told of a Kitsune who made a wife. She would make a beautiful and loving wife, not showing what she really was. The husband found her in the forest, to which she did not notice him, and she changed into a fox. He called out in surprise, causing the fox to run away. He called out to her, then. You may always come and sleep with me!’. It was her favorite though, because in the end, it was said the Kitsune would come sleep with the man, and leave at dawn.

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