#indietwstarter

As much as Toshiko had come accustomed to the city, some nights she craved the silence, and the feel of nature between her toes.

So the kitsune would often take of on midnight runs through the woods, barefoot and free from all restriction. She felt light and effortless when she ran, just the moon and the stars above her.

She would always try to avoid coming close to the nemeton, but some nights, particularly those where she hadn’t fed, the young kitsune would curl atop the black stump, and feel the thrump of chaos beneath the bark, satiating her for the moment.

She let her aura free and hummed softly to herself, before hearing a crunch of leaves and approaching footsteps, quickly stifling her foxfire and sitting up.

{ She's in a cranky, unforgiving mood. B e w a r e. Her brown eyes glare daggers in the other's direction, and she keeps her gun raised.

                                          Better safe than sorry, after all. }