#foxfiresfancy

The wind swirls around you, chilling tendrils tickling your sides. Your arms crossed to warm yourself up because even the air is biting you refuse to wear sleeves. Lets be honest you just want to show off your muscles. Humble monk indeed. You whistle a small tune as you walk down the cobbled stone street, a look of peace in your eyes  and there you spy a girl, large ears sport from the top of her head and a matching tail to boot. 

A foxbeing, another kinsmen in the majesty of the forest running through your blood. You quickly make your way to her and offer her a gentle wave of your hand. 

Damien needed a job, and he needed one yesterday. It didn't matter if it was a shitty dead end job, as long as he got some dust. Not only was he tired of bullying vendors into giving him stuff and looting unsuspecting stores, but he knew if he kept it up, he'd eventually have some form of authorities coming after him.

So it pissed him off that the one time he decided to actually pay for his food from his dwindling dust reserves, the vending machine got stuck. The packet of chips he tried to buy taunted him from the other side of the glass, painfully close to falling off the rack and down into the hatch, but snagged by the end of the coil that held it in place.

He gave the vending machine a forceful kick, but the chips didn't budge. Another kick, and still nothing. He shook the machine forcefully, and yet the chips would not fall.

"Won't you just—fucking—fall already!"

Damien gave the machine one last kick which sent his foot crashing through the screen, sending a shower of glass and food packets onto the sidewalk. A sidewalk he only now realized he was blocking as he noticed a woman with furry ears looking at him, who probably only wanted to get past.

Sand knows that hes been avoiding Aysha lately, mostly because of his self-loathing kicking up but also because it did hurt to move. He only went out to make sure the fish at his shop got fed, and anything was taken care of. Though working while healing wasn’t helping him.

But today, he went to find Aysha on his own. Perhaps its because his scythe was back that he felt better, perhaps it was because he felt bad for avoiding her so much.

Dragonfruit decided they were curious about other wards this night, they had mostly stuck to being in Cotes since they had gotten into the city but they knew that others would hold other things for him to find out about. 

Though all the exploring just brought him towards some bars with one certain one standing out to him. It had been a while since he last drank right? There wasn’t any problem getting some it wasn’t like it affected him all that quickly, but it might calm down his nerves around the crowds of people for the night.

Though with only 100 dust to their name they wouldn’t be able to get that much, but they didn’t really know about that. All they knew was they felt better with a sweet and colorful drink and that someone else had sat next to them to also get a drink. 

Fudou had forgotten his lunch that morning, so Yagen took it on himself to deliver the bento to his workplace. He’s hardly stepped out of Townhouse 273 and strolled down the block before he sees another, more harried form sprinting out her front door.

He doesn’t recognize her at first, but he does notice the tiny key that slips out of her pocket as she runs.

‘Hey!’

foxfiresfancy

  "Cannolis, bitch!"

“Oh FUCK I’m about to change your god damn LIFE”

          “ And here I was, thinking I could pull off a dramatic entrance---I even brought rose petals. ”

Most would assume the tall blonde was joking, but he absolutely had a tiny bag filled to the brim with yellow rose petals just for the occasion. His demeanor might have seemed nonchalant, his body language relaxed and nonsensical words flowing easily, but...

This wasn’t some spur of the moment whim. It had been well over five years since Émile had visited the foxes and youkai in Cotes with his old, childhood friend Aysha. He hadn’t felt welcome in more like eight years, all things considered, and beneath his typical facade, his nerves were more than a little shot.

Dyrn hadn’t been part of the first night much, mostly just watching the people at the bonfire and maybe adding a bit of their own flames to the mix.

However that was the night before, this was the second night and Dyrn was perfectly happy to eat any and all food they could get. Only a few people had attempted to shoo them away but most welcomed the little Dragon to be part of their meals.

Dyrn was in the middle of eating a nice steak when they noticed a certain fox-tailed lady staring at them. They held up the rest of the steak and offered it to the other, knowing that many other people had talked about mending broken bonds.