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.

 

Kiri:  

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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~

 

Kiri:  

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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~

 

 

 

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