Kuroki Toshiko : Fox of the Black Sea

but tw, so many of you are still here! like, people i follow and have rped with are both still here and haven’t archived or changed their blog name.

Sat atop the Nemeton, she did her best to center herself, staring into the flame. It was calming, it was the deepest part of herself.

She was so ensconced in her meditation, she didn’t hear the footsteps until they were right on top of her.Unfortunately, that did little to help her state of mind.

Head turned, she could immediately smell every bit of pain and suffering they had endured, and it was intoxicating. Black veins began to pulsate under her eyes, as the flame extinguished. Tosh stood, hand outstretched.

He swallows the contents of that cheek before nodding at the game, and then at Tosh. “Yes, this game is so fucking pretty. I can’t think of too many games that are this pretty. And there’s likehorses you can tame, and some of them are blue, it’s amazing.”

“Everything I do is sexy.” she threw him a wink, before sighing, “Blue horses, seriously? Next you’ll be saying there’s mermaids ... oh wait, Zora. Nevermind.”

For some reason Stiles touches his stomach there, as if he’s remembering something really uncomfortable, but he also settles into the couch and starts to open up Breath of the Wild. “I’ll let you know, though. As long as you don’t use a grenade to treat it or something.”

“Of course I wouldn’t use a grenade. I prefer the hands on approach. It’s not just wolves that can take pain. It’s a lot less used in foxes, but we’re able to do it.” she gave a shrug, taking another bite, “However, I refuse to do it without permission.”

“Well, do you have any better ideas? I’m open to suggestions here.”

[ sms ; stiles ] Yet, you haven’t shot anyone with an arrow yet.

[ sms ; stiles ] there’s always time.

Growling, impatient, she rutted against him, before she flicked her hand, claws popping. She quickly dragged her hand down the front of his shirt, shredding the material, “I prefer show than tell.”

Hips jutted towards him, the fox whined softly as she began tugging at him a little more fervently, “Peter ...”