a storm is brewing.

[ I think it is time for me to stop denying the inevitable truth. It is no secret that I have not been active here for MONTHS. Real life is stressful and busy, and I just cannot get myself to sit down and come here anymore. It is really sad. I love this muse and really want to continue interactions (I love you all so much ;;;), but that just isn’t what is happening. When I do have time, I dread even thinking about it because the prospect of replying is stressing me out, too. I always worry I am not good enough, so even when I do have time, I never write a new reply. So, with a heavy heart, I will accept the truth and announce that this blog is on an indefinite hiatus. I really appreciate everyone who put up with me and interacted with this lil stinker, Himchan. It has brought a lot of good memories, and I am glad I met you guys.. but this is not a good bye forever! Maybe in the future I will return, either here or with a new muse, and, of course, we can stay in touch if you so choose ;) I really appreciate you all, and I hope the holiday seasons are good to you ;;; ]

  The large doors of rotten wood were finally opened and the guests were led to the second room of this terrifying tour: the kitchen of putrid intestines, or so, it was called. Now standing right beside Himchan, the dream-maker wasted no time before painfully tensing her muscles beneath the silken layers of garments she was currently wearing, preparing herself to react at the feeblest of noises and gentlest of touches. ❛ This place smells… ❜ Commented the vixen, petite nose scrunching upwards at the loathsome and quite pungent odor of rotten flesh that barely allowed her to breath.

It was as if he had not even heard her speak, though the pervasive scent was indeed making his own nose wrinkle in disgust. An intrusive thought had shoved itself into his brain, demanding he pay attention to it as it just would not fade into the recesses of his mind. He ground his teeth against each other the more he allowed himself to delve into it. “It... it is your fault.” He whispered, orbs finally shifting back to the other fox and acknowledging her. “If you hadn’t jumped onto me, I wouldn’t have fell.” He was quick to pin the blame onto her and glared at her petite frame. Acrimony was directed toward Ahreum as he allowed himself to fall victim to the negativity that was little more than a way to incriminate someone other than himself. However, this time, he was able to hold his composure -- doing nothing more than grimacing at the woman. 

Well that’s an interesting way to think about it. A vampire being bitten, a taste of they’re own medicine. “Well if you’d like, feel free to bite me whenever you want. “He followed his statement with a few eyebrow wiggles. His smile changed from teasing to genuine at the sound of laughter coming from the other. It was sarcastic or dry; it was … nice. “You should laugh like that more often.

A groan of annoyance rumbled in his chest at the suggestive remark. “No, no. I would not even think of you in that way!” He stated matter-of-fact. “I was just--” The fox did not even finish his sentence and waved it off with a hand. “Laugh?” He inquired, not even noticing he had been more authentic with his emotions. It had not even registered in his mind, and he looked on to Jongup in perplexity. “I laugh how I want.” 

“Y-yes, of course.” Himchan agreed, giving a quick nod of his head. He was elated at how painless it had been for him to accept the idea. The subtle indications of a smile tugged his lips, and he traced a finger along them to check for anymore dried blood. “I was thinking more of hunting like a pack, like you wolves do. I know I am smaller in size, but I am no ordinary fox and can carry my own weight.” In truth, he was not very experienced in hunting like a wolf pack, since he was a fox, but the idea of attempting to thrilled him.

Alert and continuing to observe the area, he heard footsteps nearing him. His first thought was that the wolf had returned -- but the sound was different from that of the four-legged creature. The fox continued to lay low, waiting for what the stranger’s next move was before he took a course of action, the lowest rumble of a growl in his throat.

          The Archangel looked at the life about to be taken, his cold expression began to contort. A sad smile was given. How long will it take until Himchan is completely consumed by the beast they were not able to detect. He had to rely on his intelligence now more than ever. “Where have you been? What were you doing during the last twenty four hours?”

He had to suck in a deep breath of air to even continue. “The forest. C-city..” An idea formed in his mind, and he had to bite down the beginnings of a pained whine. “I-I.. may have gone.. too close to a temple.. Maybe a monk saw me?” It was more of a question -- he didn’t know. It was too difficult to use his knowledge to help himself. “Please.. please just help me. It hurts.”

♥ What startled this cutie? ♥

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