((I wanna make a book of these so bad! I have so many ideas! D: Oh well. XD I guess I'll keep up with these in Word, or on my blog. I'll work on it more after school.))
Legend tells of a black fox that roams the world of Feral Heart.
In certain light, it's purple with black markings. Its underbelly is a bit of a lighter purple.
At night, all you can see are its blood red eyes as it glides through the faint light.
It strangles the breeze as it bursts into a black flame and transforms into a beautiful foxfire: an eerie spirit that guides one down the path of destiny. But, its kind are also considered to be demons who escort the spirit to the Devil's boiling pot in the blazes.
This Kitsune being lurks in all corners of Feral Heart, and shows up unexpectedly. But, be quick, it disappears about as suddenly as it appears.
It's looking for something, unlike the other foxfires who get a kick out of teasing demons, angels, and ghosts... no, it's not in to that sort of thing... it's looking for someone who knows what she is on the inside; a lover, a fellow fox that doesn't care what it is; a mortal fox that can look through the fiery personality, and the abilities.
Its name is Inari. Who are you to this fox...?
Once there lived a fox. She was a beautiful fox, one with a lovely black coat that was like silk in the sun. She loved the sun... she loved the wind, she loved the moon.
One day, she met a solid whit fox... one that was out of place, among the red fox that ruled the Plains. He soon became the prophet, saying that the foxes should stand together, because he had seen wolves in the South Pole do so many times against the elk and bears the lived alongside them.
She found herself falling for this male quite hard and did anything he asked, no matter how she was shunned by the others because of her coat. She loved him, like the sun, like the wind, like the moon.
But... one fateful day... even he shunned her because of her coat... he said that the sun had told him that she was an impure being... a cursed being... a being that will bring misfortune in the future.
The black coated fox cried tears that retreated from a broken heart... she hated the sun... hated the wind, hated the moon... everything that she loved was no longer of any value... because he was a prophet, she believed that the sun that she had loved so much had shunned her, just like everything... and, if the sun had disowned her, she was sure that the wind and the moon would soon follow. Therefore, she hated all that she used to love, and loved all that she used to hate.
Once she became one with the earth, her spirit was left behind to pick up the pieces and continue galloping through the world, where she used to call her playground. She had become a demon, or a spirit... whichever one of the old stories you believe...
She had become a dark evil... She led the foxes that were in her group the wrong way, making them lost and disoriented... They fell to their deaths from a cliff in Bon Fire... All of them...
((I'll be on later today. :3 I have to make the character, but I'll be on today.))
