#kitsucub

Adramelech was not sure what just happened.

I growled when the terrible noises finally stopped. And there were footsteps. Footsteps! He DARED showing himself outside. There he was! Stretching himself! Wearing pants! On this weird human form! My fur was standing, my whiskers bristling, I hissed at him: "How CAN you DO that!" and I let my aura flare a little bit. He was... blinking down at me. Like he almost didn't notice me. Then he chuckled: "Well, I'm sorry your instincts are that badly developed, but it's actually fairly ea-" "You sleep with a human!" I hissed, interrupting him. "Mmmhmh, it's a wonderful experience~," he leaned against the railing. I raised my heckles at that, speechless for a second: "She is a human! A HUMAN! They are disgusting! They are the absolute worst! Our enemy!" "Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer, mh?" "This is disgusting! It's unnatural!" "Aw, look at the cub barking... nature seems to have accepted it..." He still sounded as calm as could be. And now, I noticed the lack of response from the spirits, they were attuned to... to HIM again. I bristled some more: "... because you are old!" "Mmmhmh... sure. But now excuse me... I have to snuggle up to Gabrielle - a human - again, have a nice stay out in the cold," he closedthe door behind him. And WARDED it. This awful, AWFUL creature!

So I jumped on the tub, balanced myself along the rim - it was harder than a few weeks ago - and then jumped on the shelf, scrambling and pulling myself up. Huuuh. Up there, I found a towel. A flufy thing, really. Looked like it was supposed to have been used for his fur, but... wasn't, since he fled. Remembering what Mazin taugh me, I drew a symbol on the towel. And patted it with conviction. Three times. I felt a little weaker, afterwards. But was glad that it did, indeed, heat up. To a nice, toasty level. Feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment, I jumped to the floor, towel dragged with me... and shoved it under the closet, until it was at the foxes side. Then I tappled away enough to barely still see him. After a little while, the bundle moved. The towel was unravelled. The heap that had once been a fox moved. And a bigger, combined heap formed. Then it settled down again. ... with a nod, I went back into the living room. Matia still looked a little worried. But when I jumped on her lap, she perked up!

"Finally awake, are we?!,"  said the big human, that grabbed me at my scruff again!! Curling my tail, I hissed at it, hissed and showed my teeth. "Stop doing that, puppy," it pointed a finger at me while carrying me around. It carried me around!! "It's bad enough I even consider you near the house!" When I hissed again, it hit my nose! It hit me!! "You almost deserve what is coming for you now" And then it got to my nose. The smell. Biting, sour and strange. It was abhorrent. It was god-awful and... and... I got closer. I got closer to it. No. Nonononononono. No. Now I struggled in the grip this vile human had on me, threw myself from left to right and balled up, barked, moved as much as I possibly could while she brought me closer to what surely was a death sentence. The pain on my neck only grew stronger. No. NO. NO! Then the grip was gone. And I fell. Into the hell-soup. My claws didn't find purchase, there was some metallic nonsense, the bone-chilling feeling of the claws scratching over metal almost worse than the smell. It was blinding, my eyes watered, my head spun, my empty stomach turned. And I was gripped again, at my back, and tried to snap at the hand, but got the vile liquid in my mouth and gagged. There were hands on me, but I couldn't do anything but try to flee, try to get away, but whenever I got away, the hands buried back in my fur, pulling me back and continued to scrub. I couldn't see. Couldn't hear, there was stuff in my ears, they were ringing and the taste was so sour I could gag. This continued. It continued and only grew more painful with every pull at my fur, every time the stuff got in my eyes. With my stomach revolting, I wailed all the time. And then- It was over. The watery hell was over. Now the spiky hell began. Half-stunned as I was, the awful human brought a comb. And wrecked my coat with it! Just yanked and dragged and pulled without any regard for my fur. I whined. I whined as loud as I could, calling for help, for anything, this was not right. My legs were shivering, my eyes stung, my voice sounded pleading, even to my ears. It didn't end. And my whole skin grew numb. I yowled and tried for an exit, but the only thing that got me was cold water splashed over me again and again. And then the awful being finally let up for a moment... and I ran. Ran away, as fast as I could, my eyes not really seeing. And went to the dark. Went into the dark and pressed myself against a solid wall. Silent. I ignored the steps a little away. Ignored it and blended with the dark place. There were shivers. And wetness. This was terrible.

And the fox continued to stare. I huffed. And after maybe five more minutes of this, I threw my hands up: "Fine! ... what do you want, you... wonderful animal?!" At that, he got up and turned in the direction of the door. And that... once again made me feel a little weird, but hey, foxes are supposed to be smart animals, right? It was probably normal. With a sigh, I stood up: "Don't overfeed the little guy, okay?" "Okay, Mummy!," she said, petting the raccoon. And I... followed the fox into the backyard. He walked a little bit in the forest... and then sat down on a tree stump, tail wrapped again. And he looked down on the floor. When I followed the line of sight... there was a red, small-ish fox on the ground. Sleeping. I stood and stared: "... do you want me to... bring it back home?" Which happened to result in tailwagging. "It's probably full of fleas," he huffed. Aaaand he looked at me with pleading eyes. "... well fine. But you better behave the next weeks" I grabbed the - actually kind of dirty - fox at his scruff and held him. It seemed to be tuckered out. "You know you're going to have to give up your bed then" Because he's going to sleep... mostly in mine, darn it. I sighed. And followed my original fox back home. What a life. Ugh.

This... this arrogant old one huffed! Apparently amused! And waited. Looking at me. After a time that... got embarrassing for both of us, I stepped away a little and laid down again, a little out of reach. 'Aaaah, corrective and preventive action, at least you got a good head on your shoulder,' I heard. In my head. And then he inclined his, continuing: 'So, except for attacking me, what exactly do you want, lil' cub?' ... I... oh. Oh. Right. ... I had. I had forgotten about that. 'I... need... a place to rest and recover. It has been a long journey,' because it had been. '... and you went on that journey because you are... not exiled, yes?,' he thought at me, rolling in the grass. He was... rolling in the grass. Like... like a normal fox. I stood on my front paws at that. And swivelled my tail: 'A journey is... recommended. To widen your horizons' 'Yeah, to find a master to teach you, properly,' he said. 'Exactly,' I agreed. It was proper procedure. 'And that's why you got to a land where - reasonably - no Kitsune's should exist' My tail twitched at the fox who chewed a spade of grass. With apparent enjoyment. And hissed: 'Your point?!' 'There is no shame in being exiled, cubby. I mean, some....', he told me while still chewing on the bloody plant. I growled again. It just started. 'Your buttons are remarkably easy to push, tiny" I didn't stop growling. '... I can't even begin to describe how unbelievably delighted and overjoyed I'd be to kepp you as my pupil, you little disaster of Kitsune-kind' That was the moment where any and all spiritual barriers that kept me from accessing the well within the land broke and I felt - for the first time in months - safe. 'Tha-thank you, I-' He licked over my whole face. And walked past me. When my teeth closed around the after image of his tail this time, I gave chase. Barking, I ran after his fleeing form. How DARE HE!!!

And then... the old Kitsune came to me. "I see you are not yet able to withstand such a simple disturbance," he said, licking his fur. "And why would I want to," I hissed back. And he laid down next to me.