Fairspell Meadow lucifer bleeds ichor

the veiled stranger replies that he is the homba and that kitsune has wondered into his domain. homba smelled like a wolf but there was an eerie silence blanketing this place that lends kitsune to believe that perhaps he was mistaken. though the name meant nothing to him there was a certain gravity to it that caused the persistent instinct to be on guard to push at him, screaming at him to be let out of its prison. oh, falls from him in a breath. i'm sorry i — i didn't know dies on his lips as the other reveals himself.

it is no wonder why the shadows embraced him: he is borne of shadows with a gaze as hellish as the fireglow of the relenting sun as it dips beneath the earth. before kitsune has a chance to utter that he'll leave he is met with a butcher's grin. kitsune, made by the shadows, moonbeam and starglow of night has never feared any of it: not the breathing shadows, not the things that went 'bump' in the night — and how could he when he was a will-o-wisp himself? — ...but that butcher's grin causes ice to pool in his stomach and his ears to flutter against his skull as he takes a ghosting step away.

run.

and what was kitsune to do but to comply with the command? but run. he takes flight, heart pounding in his throat, in his ears. hoping that he is fleet of foot enough to outrun the hellhound.