Consortium 1-2: Shipment of Nothing Chapter 3
A few hours later Riu steps into the chamber for the council and awaits for the rest to show up via HAPI. Anon had called every single member of the council, though had listed it as non-urgent. Already some of the members are asking him what the...
The Tale of Krystal Flamefox
The other kitsune had warned her to stop using her powers so selfishly but she just blew them off figuring she could do whatever she wanted since she had the power.
Just a test
The kitsune remained that way for nearly half a day, the hours passing slowly for her.
Jacks regrets
Standing before jack was what he could only describe as a kitsune, a translucent blue vixen with serene eyes of emerald. seven white dots lined each cheek beneath her eyes, glowing like stars in the night sky.
Consortium 1-2: Chekov's Gun Chapter 3
In fact, the lynx can't even tell any sign of how the kitsune seems to be floating at the moment. he's not wearing a battery and the air doesn't seem to be getting any colder so it can't be sym magic.
Bloodline, Part 1
The young fox looked at me, something between wary and caught out.
The Transformation
He looked to see what is a kitsune, and he found this. _'kitsune is an animal supposed to be mysterious, fascinating, and mischievous.
Mirror Fragments
Only her fierce tenacity--this motherly urge to survive-- and my aloof routine, and cryptic hobbies, hold us together we are ephemeral genderlings--kyuubi no kitsune fragments of a psyche, that thirst for love. man and woman, glued together by fox.
Bound In Beast Flesh -- Accursed Hunter
She gets up on her little, human butt, covered in vulpine tails--those long, tube-like boas, that end so disturbingly in sleek curves of human hair.
Bound In Beast Flesh -- Aperture
Looking up, you stare through your visor at her--the raven-haired gypsy who is a vulpine witch. she nods knowingly. "i see you have met one of ours. steadily, your thoughts will be freed, as theirs, for you bear our blood, stranger." "how... long?"
Bound In Beast Flesh -- The Unlikely
Are no mere holy warrior anymore--but a condemned man, seeking an unlikely salvation--as your armor creaks, and snaps and crumbles at the waist, and a whispy, wild animal tail emancipates itself from your hindquarters, rife in foul, black, stinking musked fox
Saving the Lost
As i looked it appeared to be a dog, no a fox. a gray fox whose color was only slightly lighter then the ground it ran on. most of the time it ran on all fours but sometimes it ran upright on digigraded legs.