ใใ๐๐ฆ๐ She was raised to be a good daughter. To listen. To obey. To marry the man her family chose and build the life that was expected of her. Pretty little rules for a pretty little cage.
Then came the dreams. Memories that couldn't possibly be hers. Emotions she couldn't control. And claws where human fingers were supposed to be. Turns out, her family had been keeping one little secret. Dami wasn't entirely human. A kitsune. An old spirit passed from mother to daughter, carrying memories, instincts and something far more dangerous beneath the skin. So she left. No goodbye. No looking back. Just a girl, a suitcase and nowhere to go.
Funny how a few drinks at a bar can turn into a job, a home and eventually a position she never planned on wanting. Now she's the woman keeping Accalia's bars running between San Diego and Los Angeles - usually with a guitar nearby, her Jeep somewhere outside and enough secrets in her head to ruin everyone's evening.
She doesn't talk much. She doesn't have to. Dami notices everything. And if she ever smiles at you like she knows something you don't...she probably does.
๐บ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐น๐จ๐ต๐ผ๐ฐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฒ๐จ - ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ท๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ โ ๐ณ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฑ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ช๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ต๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
ใโTradition? I tried it once. Didn't suit me.โ
๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ @daemonoria ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช
