Inferno Kingdom | Element: Fire •- The Enchanted Wars.

Inferno Kingdom | Element: Fire •- The Enchanted Wars.

 

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Inferno Kingdom | Element: Fire •

Twas spring time. A time for new life, budding wild flowers and of course spring time festivities. All the things that the other realms might find pleasant and enjoyable. All…except….the King of Inferno. He hated spring time, and in particular he wasn’t too fussed with the weather pattern. Rain pitter pattered on the window sills and panes as he marched back and forth in front of the colossal windows. Most were well aware of Dracus’s moods during this time of year and were smart enough to steer well clear. The onset of rain had caused much of the air around the castle to be heavy with fog cover – so thick it was hard to see the nose in front of your face. Being that his kingdom was surrounded by lava flows and hot rocks, any water falling caused steam to rise up.

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All this just added to Dracus’s terrible temper. It was dawn and there was no chance of going out to hunt in weather like this. Visibility was poor which meant flying was not an option. The fiery Lord’s hand swiped at a vase that was on one of the dressers and it went flying off as he displayed his impatience with being cooped up. Boredom for someone such as Dracus was a very bad thing.

“Mails in, Sire.” A haughty voice sung out as Dracus marched right over the broken fragments of the vase. His royal adviser, who happened to be a red headed vixen always checked the incoming ravens at dawn and as per usual there were a few letters and some invitations for the King. Mora bore a gracious smile when she noted that her King was in one of his moods. “I thought you liked that vase. I got it for your birthday.” She showed a pout, then brightened again as she offered the handful of mail. “Oh well, was probably a knock off. So…shall I leave you to read the mail in private, or would you like me to organize some entertainment?’ The King snatched the mail off her with a snort.

“Trust you to be cheap.” He started tearing open seals, as he dumped the rest of the letters and scrolls on the nearest desk. Rarely did the King have a nice word to say about anything. Not to mention, he was not a morning dragon.“Eh….usual social events. I hate Spring. Someone should blow it up.” He took the other letters and held them in his hand as the whole lot burst into flame. Dracus blew on the burning papers, and they then fluttered about the room, the ash slowly covering his adviser, who pouted whilst putting her hands on her hips. She flicked her hair and the ash fell to the ground at her feet. It was barely six am and he was already making a mess. “Really? Must you do that.” If it was one thing, Mora was not intimidated by the King. Many would have soiled themselves the moment he snarled at them, but this girl had seen it all before and probably would again before lunch. “Maybe if you had brought me the list of people that are to be hung, beaten, tortured or…dropped into a lava pit, I’d be a bit more cheery.” The Lord of Inferno loved violence. He had a strong distaste for humans, and took great pleasures in killing them. Either fast or slow, he didn’t care. Their dying screams were a delight to his ears. It was why he often called his dungeon, his Red room of pain. For him it was his happy place. The only good human was a dead one.

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Picking the last bits of ash out of her hair, the girl brightened.

“It just so happens my Lord that I organized a new indoor game for you. What with this weather being so bad.”

“A game? If it’s indoor bowls, I am going to pull your small intestine out via your nostrils…THEN shove them up your ass.” The Dragon Lord leered down at her as he waited to hear what she had to say about that.

“You’re not a senior citizen yet. No…I got something that would appeal to your sense of fun. Come on, I’ll get a maid to clean up in here.”

Not entirely convinced, Dracus followed the diminutive red head as she lead him through the castle to a large new room that she was having fitted out for him. It was sort of done like an old English pub. A bar on one side, and few tables to enjoy a meal or an ale. On the other was a large spinning wheel. Like the kind you would find on a game show. The thing with this spinning wheel was that it had a human strapped to it. A terrified one. He was marked, like a dart board and the royal adviser brought over a wooden box, which she presented to her King.

Dracus stared at the box, and then glared at Mora. “I don’t get it. What the hell is this?”

“Darts, my King……with daggers.” When the King opened the box, he would find a brand new set of throwing knives, really sharp ones. He took one out of the box, as one of the servants started to spin the human on the wheel. Around and around he went. The back of the board marked with bright colors, which made the whole thing quite bizarre. The human who was not only getting dizzy was begging for mercy. It didn’t take the King long to realize the fun he could have with this game.

“Ahahahahaha!” He roared with laughter as he threw the first knife with deadly accuracy and it pierced the spinning man’s right thigh. The man screamed in pain, and the royal adviser clapped, like a spectator would at a golf tournament. “Ten points for that shot, my Lord.”

Dracus beamed as he snatched up the second dagger and bent down to say to Mora. “Fifty points if I hit his head?’ Mora giggled and then whispered back. “Bet you ten gold pieces you can’t.” Oh now it was a betting game, and the King loved the odds. Either way, it was a win win for him. No matter where the dagger landed, it was going to do damage. Blood was already dripping on the floor. Much more was to be split, while Mora was handed a tankard of beer. This was probably the best idea she ever had to keep the King entertained. She just hoped the human didn’t die quickly. So good that with the wheel spinning, it would take a while.

Dracus poked his tongue out the side of his mouth as he took his shot.

~SLICE!~

“Guess I just lost ten pieces. Top shot, my Lord.” The wheel kept spinning, but the man was already dead. The dagger having pierced his forehead and sliced his brain in two.

“Load up another one! I like this game.”

~RB~

RPC : Dracus – Lord of Inferno : The Enchanted Wars.

 

RPC : Dracus – Lord of Inferno : The Enchanted Wars.

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Quote: “Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and good with ketchup”

Name: Dracus, Lord of Inferno
Age: 2,690 years

Dragon Form
Height: 28′ Length: 43′ Wing Span: 149′ Weight: 40 Tons

Human Form
Height: 6′ 4″ Weight: 246 lbs Eye Color: Red Hair Color: Black

Race: Dragon
Ruler Status : King
Land/World: Inferno
Element: Fire

Abilities: Ability to draw heat and fire from the surrounding elements. Able to utilize lava from beneath the ground as well as create fire ball blasts from its gaping maw when being attacked.
Its scaled body of armour like plating makes Dracus difficult to attack with weapons fashioned from common metals.
Size is an important factor in the defence of the Fire dragon. Weighing well over 40 tonnes at adulthood, it can easily crush the unsuspecting under foot, or take out a whole section of an army with its powerful tail.

Limitations: Cannot bring heat from a land of ice and snow, or where the temperature drops below 10 degrees below zero. Gets sleepy and is easier to attack in colder climates.
Weapon(s): Claws, flame breath, Dracus’s size, a long sword when in human form.
Side: Evil
Personality Traits: Hot tempered, moody, brooding, difficult.
Biography: WIP

Sexual Orientation : Hetro
Romantic Interest : None
Prized Possession : His Golden Throne.
Obsessions : Killing off humans that have demonized Dragons for centuries.
Pet(s) etc. : None.

Story to come in

The Dark Moon of Terakus – Part Two : Shattered Dimensions.

 

With Gizora awakened from his slumber, it was hard to get over the fact that this time around he was one Hell of a woman.

 

Razorbackwriter;  

The Dark Moon of Terakus

It took one of great courage and also dedication to step forward out of the crowd of robed priests while the Lord Gizora was asking just what he had missed over the course of his slumber. Indeed there had been a great deal and of course his devout and loyal followers had done all to create the world that would rival Alterus as a true opposite. The crowd parted to allow one such follower passage forward, while up on the stairs, Gizora was running her slender digits up and down her body in curious amazement at how he turned out from the awakening. Had a relic been turned the wrong way? Never before had the Destructor appeared in the form of a woman. In fact, it was all very new and in some ways pleasing, but not when the odd priest found the need to try and rub one out in his presence. Noticing that one had broken from the rest of the pack and had pushed back his hood to reveal the white hair beneath, did Gizora stop with the self pleasuring. The Destroyer listened intently to what he had to say. It was indeed favorable news. The population of their world had grown beyond the wildest dreams of the planners, and was continuing to do so. What was of significant news was that there was a lot of strange energies being picked up from the alter planet of Alterus.

Lord Gizora placed her hands upon her svelte hips and cocked a brow as the priest went on further to do his introduction.

” My name is Charlie , a loyal servant of Lord Gizora and of course I’m under your command to do your dirty work and other accompanying orders. Also…”

So his name was Charlie. Sort of common, but easy to say. Rolls off the tongue nicely. But Charlie was no ordinary follower. In fact, he was a bold one. Climbing the steps to approach the Destroyer and then…reach out and cup the Lord’s left breast. Gizora blinked as she lowered her head and watched as the man had a good feel. His fingers digging in a little to see for himself that this vision of a woman was actually real.

‘Aha ! These are real !”

“I know, right?” Gizora poked her other one and then smirked. “Kinda like pretty little love pillows. I feel like Venus.” To see the Lord Gizora act like a sex kitten, but with the mannerisms of a man, was kinda strange. Charlie was smart enough to know that the Lord’s current state of undress was only enslaving the lustful minds of his followers and was quick to cover Gizora up, so that no more of her priests would lose their cocks. Now safely covered with the robe, Gizora flicked her hair back and gave Charlie a pat on the back.

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“Anyone else ever tried to touch my boob, I would have ripped their balls up through their throats and made them eat them.”

“Walk with me.” Gizora started to head off down the stairs and headed past the throngs of her faithful followers that were all on their knees in awe as she headed out to the opening of the cavern to see the planet that awaited her.

 

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– Charlie was confused as to what Venus was , but since Gizora is Anti-God and a living encyclopedia on knowledge existent and knowledge of the world and concepts before this one ; she would know what she was talking about . He would look with curiosity at her while she equipped herself with the robe he worn and by a result it had grown warm from his body heat . Charlie was quite happy to see it had fit on her . When she had uttered out that if it was anyone else that had done what he did ; she would’ve made them eat their own reproductive organs , the young male would gulp and stand silently as she would conclude her message to him by ordering him to follow her. Charlie stayed silent as she began to walk and he would salute to her enthusiastically with a facial expression that appeared to have been a forced seriousness but he would then burst out saying –

” Lord Gizora is soooooooooooo coool ! ”

– Charlie would run over to Gizora’s side to follow along her as she began to walk away from the center of the cavern. The young male wondered how she would react once she reached the outside and re-entered society. He wondered what she was thinking as she walked and hope she would like what she had saw ; a growing community under her command and it was not something that just happened overnight. Charlie adjusted his speed to accommodate his Lord when he had gotten used to her pacing before he would attempt making a decent conversation with her in an attempt to shed more light on anything she wanted to possibly know-

” I think it is still mid-day , been holed up in the cavern for quite awhile but I don’t think we’ve been in there for too long. If I can offer any of my knowledge to you please let me know . I’m sure your awakening has made some of your powers still numb and unusable at this early a stage so let us help you out as much as we can before and after. ”

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Dark Moon of Terakus

Charlie’s enthusiastic salute and added cheer of how he thought Gizora was cool brought about a huge grin from the swaggering she devil. With the crimson robe draped over her form, it allowed her some modesty – not that he really cared. But if it stopped the damn priests from ogling at his new form then it was a good shield of sorts. Once the Destructor was taken to his new abode and estate he was sure to find clothing to suit his stunning curvaceous figure. Walking with a pronounced strut, the Destructor finally came out into the light of the day. The three suns had now moved out from each other and the blazing heat was a welcome to christen the Destructor’s face. He tipped his head back and let out a huge gasp as though to take in the fresh air now that they were out of the stank of the temple. After all, the burnt carcasses and remains of the sacrifices was a bit on the nose – as well as the droppings from the zombified beasts of burden. They really dropped the most foul smelling turds imaginable.

“You’re a keeper. You shall be my right hand to help me with governing this planet. Yes, Charlie…I like you.” It was interesting that the Destructor was showing such a nice side, when he was known for being an absolute asshole. Maybe it was the female hormones that were now racing about his innards. God, help the poor lad when it was that time of the month. With Charlie racing to catch up to the Destructor’s bold strides, it was good to hear that he was a virtual one stop shop of information. Everything from the time of day, to offering his services in letting Grizora know anything that sated his interest while he was acclimatizing from being asleep for so long. From what Grizora could see those that had come before them had done well to promote procreation and of course the building of vast cities in Grizora’s name. The landscape below the mountain was like blood veins of technology, roads, infrastructure and of course cities that were parts of the beating heart to Terakus. Though the sky showed the dark clouds that were from industry, it also meant that there was great wealth, and many that had come with ideas on how to better the moon, in the race to combat that which exists upon Alterus.

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As they walked to an awaiting vehicle that was sleek, black in colour and had a driver with the door open in readiness, the Destructor asked.

“Tell me more about the world of my nemesis, hmm? You mentioned that there were strange forces being detected. I want to know everything, so we can be prepared.” With a dark and sinister chuckled. “I dare say….they’ve missed me.”

He was probably right about that.

~RB~

 

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” I am HONORED ! ”

– Charlie bowed his head 5 times extremely enthusiastically while smiling like an idiot when he had heard Lord Gizora had taken a liking to him. He was actually quite happy to see the position he was put in , and with that he for once took a serious action and placed his hand over his heart and bowed with great respect for his God. He allowed his silence to continue while Gizora had stared out onto the atmosphere and its surroundings , this was the land of the Destroyer and she has been brought back in the flesh and is ready to rule . Charlie would do his best to be the most ideal advisor for her as well. She may be omnipotent but even she had the right to make others do her bidding and he was excited for this chance. When Lord Gizora finally inquired about the land opposite to Terakus while a vehicle had pulled up and was ready for entry Charlie would follow her quietly upon her command inside if and once told to do so while giving her the answer to her question. –

” The Creator and the only person ever able to be as close as possible to the concept of My Lord’s Equal has been held up in that white Sphere Celestia for ages since you’ve battled him , or that was what I was told. He has been preparing for your return , as all of a sudden strange buildings have begun to accumulate around Alterus and has shown to be giving off large amounts of magical and divine power. The scholars has deciphered them to be The Observer’s Dungeons ; created with a surplus of magical will from only those with a high magical affinity and a mentality able to comprehend it’s natural inner workings and recreate it once more but in physical form. It is essentially like building a home , with complex traps , passages , monsters and a Boss type enemy at the end. However it is worth it, as it’s said to hold a Divine Treasure at the end of the place. I believe that the Observer personally has done and made these places himself , but we can never be sure. We were also guessing that this may be their way of training possible soldiers and having anti-Terakus weapons in order to defeat us. Without your presence we are unable to do a thing about this. We’ve sent a Elite team of Terakians down to Alterus not long ago , and they’ve been ready to make a move for quite some time. But they are known to be quite slow with their methods just to ensure success. I believe Master Gizora should have the same potential to create these so called Dungeons and a following Anti-Alterus Item just like they are doing on Alterus. That is my report your Destructiveness , I hope it is satisfactory ~ ”

 

Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District – Shattered Dimensions.

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This is the district in which the tourists flock to as well as the people who are known to work in small entertainment establishments or eateries ; this place is also interesting due to the network of roads and aerial pathways and homes has also proved to be quite the playground for those who like it that way. The architectural perception of the place has made it out to be quite grand. It is similar to the livelihood of The Big Apple in it’s concept , not that many have to complain that is.

 

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Kasumi was a bit glad that the male had followed her, but the very fact that he was really hyper over swords amused her greatly. By the time they had gotten to the gates, Kasumi had thrown her cloak back around her shoulders and was walking with him to the con. Somewhere she could blend in. Her mouth was hidden, and that in turn hid her conniving smirk that showed she wanted to mess with the male. Inwardly, she had to drop her jaw when he asked her who had designed her furs, and she had been tempted to say no one, maybe cluing him in on the very fact that she was not human in the least. She wasn’t a Hanyou either.

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Even though she wanted to clue him in, she didn’t, she only continued to grin in a very . . . vixen-like manner, as though she had a plan up her sleeve. And slowly but surely, she did. Only, she hoped it wouldn’t backfire once she started it. The boy was definitely clueless, and too into the world of anime to really understand that she was truly inhuman. She almost, ALMOST, considered transforming into her fox form just surprise him. But decided against it as it might have caused a panic. Kasumi turned her head at the male with a very conniving smile, one that could send chills down someone’s spine if they weren’t oblivious or just unused to it. She might have had a supernatural beauty about her, but even then that didn’t change the fact she was incredibly perceptive and smart.

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“You asked who made my fur. You know it’s impolite to call someone’s fur fake, correct? Especially a lady’s~”

At the same time as she said that, Kasumi flicked her ears softly, wondering if it would clue him in. If not she’d give him another little clue, by causing her tail to wag once behind her, wondering if that would. Hopefully this didn’t backfire though, they were getting close to the furry convention. Which also meant soon Kasumi would be surrounded by wannabe Yokai, as most furries as she had seen seemed to be based off of Kitsune, Bakeneko or Nekomata, Inugami or even the occasional Tanuki. Of course, someone who didn’t know much about Yokai wouldn’t know that, and she couldn’t really blame them for that. She only hoped that her little plan to mess with the guy wouldn’t back-fire. Such as him pulling her tail or ears. It’d happened before, and no she wasn’t happy when it did. The tail was incredibly sensitive after all, being prehensile. 

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District

Have you ever watched someone trying to use a selfie stick to take a snap shot of their back? Well, this was what Grant was doing as he was walking along with the girl that he had just met in the Throne room of the Queen. Grant was still marveling the swords that he had been gifted by the Queen. “Sure beats the ones in the gift shop.’ he was heard to say as he crossed the busy intersection. Finally bringing his selfie stick back around and taking his camera off it. He seemed to be so engrossed in his phone, that he nearly got hit by a taxi. The guy was an all around klutz. How on earth he managed to stay alive this long was a complete and utter mystery. When he approached the Queen and started showing off his videos, you could tell that he had little regard for that thing called, personal space and possible imprisonment. But, he still came out alive and with two swords too boot.

Not bad for what was a simple tour of the Palace. He had the time in his busy schedule for the tour, and with his gifts, he felt like it was well worth it. Grant continued along the street with the fur girl, as he liked to think of her. She had placed a hooded cape over herself, so she looked pretty much inconspicuous compared to most others that were milling about the city tourist area. Checking his watch, he could see that he was running a little late now, since he had taken that detour into the throne room.

“Hope the others waited for me. Really hard to tell who is who in those fur suits.” Course, he was talking about the furry convention which happened to follow right on the heels of the Comic con. “I was thinking of going as Sonic the Hedgehog, but…he has such a big head, you know?” Grant wasn’t really paying attention to the girl’s expression. Oh she kept looking up at him with that sinister grin of hers, like…she was plotting something, but he was clueless. His mind racing on all the events and conferences. It was a wonder he remembered what room he was staying in.

Course, when the girl did speak, she happened to mention the fact he asked about her fur. Her reply was implying that it was impolite to call someone’s fur fake, and especially a lady’s at that.

“I’ve seen some pretty fucked up furs in my time, Miss. Yours is pretty neat. Looks super soft. You must brush it every night, I bet.” he gave a sort of lopsided grin, and then continued along. “So…why were you seeing the Queen anyways? Didn’t think she was into keeping pets.”

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Oh lordy…..

~RB~

 

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Kasumi watched the boy the entire time, trying, struggling to get a picture of those damned swords that the Queen had given him. Oh dear lord, she just hoped that he didn’t plan on drawing and swinging those things around. Then she’d have to stop him and that could turn into a big misunderstanding. In public at that, which would look bad on her as a race. Yes, it was useful being in a furry con just because of the fact she’d blend in with all the people, and no one would realize that she personally was a REAL Kitsune. After all, like one might expect, there was some people who . . . well they didn’t always like Yokai like her. But that was a part of reality itself, it had happened plenty of times in history, and hopefully one day there would be a chance for people to get along PROPERLY. Who knew. All Kasumi knew was that she was forced to stop with a completely bewildered look on her face, her jaw having dropped on hearing the boy talk about coming as Sonic the Hedgehog. With a quick shake of her head, she rushed her way back up. Till she heard the boy say that she had to brush hers every night, which caused a short blush to spread across her cheeks just because it was true, but that faded immediately at the mention of being someone’s pet. She turned her head immediately, her crimson eyes narrowing with a slight bloody glow as anger coursed through her in that very second.

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Kasumi stopped, definitely seething as she curled her hands over and over beneath the cloak. Who in the hell did this guy think he was anyway?! Her ears were twitching, and even though the glow in her eyes disappeared it was obvious that she was NOT pleased at all. Kasumi was struggling not to go and snap on him, of course that didn’t last considering the fact that she pretty much disappeared by moving at full speed, stopping and walking alongside him for a moment before she stepped in front of him and looked up at him with an outraged look, speaking even as she did so.

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“Pet? Pet! I’m no one’s pet boy! I’m a Kitsune! A five hundred year old Kitsune who just so happens to be VERY authentic!”

Well, she was snappy, but she wasn’t done yet. Oh no, not by a long shot. Oooooh he had to hit that one sore spot for any Kitsune, especially one as hot-headed as Kasumi. He might have been oblivious to her being a Kitsune, but she was about engrave that into his memory for sure. Even if he’d gush from it, she was going to make damned sure he remembered. Oh you could believe that!

Kasumi made a single step forward, not wasting much time as she reached to grab his shirt in both hands, her cloak falling away as it was never secured completely since she never thought it would be needed. Her tail was bristling, and her ears were standing straight up, but by the fangs that had extended themselves in her mouth, she wasn’t playing in the least at all. If she had managed to get her hands in his shirt, whether by surprise or anything else, she’d speak again. This time her voice far louder.

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“Get this into your skull, I’m no one’s pet nor will I ever be a pet! I will be a companion, a friend, a wife, a lover, a guardian and many other things; but I will NEVER be a pet! I have lived five hundred years without being someone’s pet, watched both of my parents die and still have been living on alone! I have been fine, and I will continue to be fine, without ever belonging to someone in any way or form!”

There were a few whistles heard in the background, some in pity for the guy mainly because of the anger he’d gotten out of her, but even so she was slowly beginning to simmer down. Even as she spoke, it showed in her eyes that the anger was simmering down. Just a minor bi-polar incident. Nothing more. Well . . . minor emotional incident, much like a teenager’s temperamental problems. 

Razorbackwriter:  

Kingdom of Alteria : Tourist District 

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It’s one thing to have your girlfriend mad at you out in a public place, but when it is a girl that you have barely met, and then one that was about to admit to being something that even Grant had not quite spotted, that left the poor bloke dumbfounded in shock. The whistles and murmurs from the surrounding crowd meant that the girl’s outburst was causing a scene, and that had Grant rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly – trying to smile, but failing hard. The massive foot in mouth came when he made the suggestion that she was the Queen’s pet. What a clanger. Was he truly that stupid? He must have been, cause when the girl snaffled his lapel and jerked him down so that she could snarl her answer into his face, he kept blinking at her almost like he had no brain at all.

“Pet? Pet! I’m no one’s pet boy! I’m a Kitsune! A five hundred year old Kitsune who just so happens to be VERY authentic!”

“You’re a what? A Kitsune? A real…real kitsune?’ Grant could hardly believe it. Here he was in the presence of a creature that had been animated and drawn, had figures and great characters fashioned out of her likeness. Why, thousands of girls dressed up as them, but none were actual living breathing ones. And to think…she was so so old. Five hundred years made her like….a super granny type Kitsune.

“But you look so young.” He must have thought that as a kitsune ages, she…looks the part. “Don’t they have old age homes for five hundred year creatures?” Give the man a shovel. He was really digging himself into a hole.

Before she could answer his quizzical statements, she was letting him have it, with a swag of information of how she was going to be many things in this life, but not a pet. Not now, not ever. There was one bit that he didn’t understand though. If she was five hundred years old, and never HAD been a companion, wife, lover or such….was she…a five hundred year old virgin? The words will be did not mean she had. Maybe five hundred years was young in a kitsune’s age thing. Being shaken by the Kitsune as she rammed home her point of never being owned, Grant’s eyes lolled about in their sockets. It wasn’t till he fell back and tried to brush off his lapel, that he could even think to start speaking again. Not without putting his foot in it.

“Sorry about your folks. I mean that. And I’m sorry about you being really…old.”

Grant noticed everyone was staring and he muttered before saying to them all.

“Shows over…there is another one inside for you fur lovers. This is just a simple argument.” That said, he glanced back at the angry Kitsune, before huffing and turning to follow the crowd inside.

~RB~