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Petals danced on the night wind, raining down.
A lone traveler swayed from a foot to the other, arms flowing back and forth.
Song softly flowed from her lips, delicate.
name: Name known to none, a fox picks and chooses a title as easily as the seasons shift. A current alias is Camellia.
background: A child crying in the woods alone. Would anyone care for such a creature? Left to fend for itself, scared and starved. None would believe a wild fox took it as its own, raising it to be big and strong. A bond so strong, so pure. But all need a pack. The child, now a man, said goodbye and found a new home. The fox still wonders the end to this tale.
A village that partied too hard, offering gifts for a greedy spirit patron. In disguise it came along, drank and sang, tasting the fine foods and extra delights. The more it had the more it wanted. The more it ate the hungrier it grew. A village began the night with twenty sinners, ended it with none.
A world where time changes all. It changes so quickly, moving on from its old roots. The village says goodbye to the shrine they once loved and cared for, visiting so rarely. Forgotten the spirit moves on, searching for its next home.
other:
- One eye of the fox gleams red, the other an icy blue.
- Shiny and fancy things lure the fox in, sticky fingers swiping them away quickly and without remorse.
- Like the child once under her care, there is a soft spot for those resembling. Though the fox will always claim days of motherhood are far behind.
- Vices are freely indulged in, shamelessly and foolheartedly. Smoking, drinking, gambling, eating, all else. Though one can easily get carried away.
