#multiverseofmischief

He had fallen asleep for several minutes before the echoes of Gojira’s roar, his ear flicking and slowly opening his eyes. It was only a matter of time before he found out about him being free again. “And this is where the fun begins.” Getting up with a grunt, he plucks a scale from his shoulder, and uses his magic to forge it into a magatama. “This temple is sacred ground, so I will not let harm come to you.” He uses some of his fur to make a necklace, which he gently wraps around her neck. “He is coming for me, Dear Lily, not you. He most likely won’t even notice you, considering your size.” He chuckles at that comment. “You won’t be able to hurt him regardless.” “This magatama will mark you as one of my Yokai. If any of my followers still reside in this temple, they will not attack you as long as you wear this. Those who are old enough to remember me will help protect you while I deal with….my old friend, once he arrives.”

Lily blinks slowly and watches him. She barely even reaches his paw in height, but still this fox god treats her gently. Her tail gently wags and she raises one paw to rest against his massive one, looking up. "I do not know what a Yokai is... but I will accept your favor. Please accept mine in return." She has nothing to physically give, but she leans forward to nuzzle into his fur, her tail wagging more.

"Good fortune to you, lonely fox god. I will wait for you."

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And that's when Ryuko is swift to have the other planted right up against the wall while glaring daggers at him.

Rex stared up at the strange portal that hovered just above the city, he looks confused at first before Holiday’s voice rings in the comm in his ear “Be careful, Rex, there’s something making a noticable signature in that thing” Her voice warns softly.

The nanite wielding hero is quick to build his metallic smack hands over his arms after slipping his goggles over his face, ready for a fight if he needs to. It turned out he was right to arm himself, as something BIG Is coming this way.

The God sniffs the air, the fires he started have begun to spread further into the village, yet he picks the faint smell of flowers…Peculiar. “….Lily…” For some reason, he finds himself liking the name. Wait. She dares insinuate that HE of all beings was lonely?! His ears flattened in annoyance, and he lets out a huff. “A god such as I does not get lonely. My subjects have scattered, but they remain. And yet…” He pauses to think deeper about her question. “While there are other Kitsune, there are none like me.” He had seen mountains rise, oceans fall. He had laid low some of history’s greatest hero’s; Gilgamesh among them. “I have no siblings, to my knowledge at least. I have not seen nor heard from my parents in centuries.” Ah. She had just lost her pack. Now he remembers. Should he apologize? He doesn’t feel remorse, both man and beast have been sacrificed to him before, so he feels almost nothing. Buuuuuutttt…. “My…condolences for your loss, young Lily. But once the Shinigami has claimed their souls, not even I am willing to risk their wrath to get them back.” He’s interrupted by shouting coming from the village, with a few brave souls charging at them with weapons in hand. Some wielding the traditional bow and arrow, while most are using early 1900’s firearms. Those particular weapons draw the Gods attention. “….Those are new.” He gets up with a grunt and gently picks up the she wolf with a tail, setting her on his back, between his two rows of dorsal plates that look….familiar if one remembers some old sea legends. “This should be interesting.”

The she-wolf stood there, just listening. When he spoke of no other Kitsune like him, and despite her pack being gone, what leaves her muzzle is profoundly unexpected; "Then, you, too, are alone. Perhaps, we can be lonely together, fox go--" Her voice is cut off when she scents the air and her fur bristles. Her head snaps around, fear on her face and in her body.

She had finally found someone to be alone with. She... Carefully, the she-wolf, despite her fear, moved to stand in front of Ginrai, tail moving to the heavens, head lowering, her posture defensive and her lips draw up in a snarl, and a unholy snarl leaves her lips, eyes wide with a feral expression.

A few of the humans double down on their weapons, a few others get a chill as she takes a shaky step forward, fighting through her fear.

A single warning.

There it is. The sounds that he’s come to love over the centuries; humans screaming in fear at the sight of a god. The grin on his face threatens to split it in half as he stalks closer and closer to the village, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. The whistle continues to echo and spread pandemonium, people tripping over each other to escape the beast at their borders. The wisps that float around him surge forth, spreading purple flames across rooftops, into homes, and…wait…what is this? “…Howling?” His ears twitch and flick as he pinpoints the source of the sound, spotting the she wolf who fled from him last night at the village edge. “….Why does she not run?” Curiosity wins out, with the fox god lumbering towards her like an elephant, each step shaking the ground until he towered over her, his eyes looking down at her with a purple glow from within. “How very….curious. None but my Yokai refuse to flee from me. And now that I look at you, you are not one of mine.” He casually sits down, with his tails slowly slithering around like snakes. “Tell me, she wolf. Who are you?”

Before her, this god sits with curiosity.

She's afraid, her body ever so slightly trembling, and yet, her voice finds itself; "... Lily." The name itself sounds like 'Riri' in some regards, but no, she distinctly says 'Lily'. Like the flower.

Come to think of it, her coat despite the blood does carry the scent of flowers as well.

Red eyes study the fox's face as her tail slowly tucks between her legs. "... Your song. It sounds like mine." She slowly tips her head to one side. "It is lonely. Hollow." She trails off, inquiring gently, "... Are you alone too, fox god?"

It was the inquisitiveness of a young soul. She probably was only about a hundred give or take. Compared to him, this was a fleeting blink of an eye.

She doesn't say anything more, just her ears swiveling and watching him with a gentle, shy expression.

Ginrai calmly raises an eyebrow at her crass language, but says nothing about it. He says worse to Monarch and the Celestial Court. His tails gently sway on the floor as he observes his daughter. “Consider this my payback for you and your brother waking me up all the time. Not so fun when you’re on the receiving end.” He cleans an ear out, flicking away the gunk out a window. “But something else seems to be on your mind.”