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entrancelogs2013-01-24 10:43 pm
masukukunai) wrote in entrancelogs2013-01-24 10:43 pm
Entry tags:
foxfaced
Who: Fox!Yousuke (masukukunai) and dinner Souji (eatsyourscience)
Where: Cursed Zone
When: January 24th, 2013
Rating: probably pretty messy
Summary: A certain fox has been hunting some special prey.
The Story:
He should have known this was a terrible idea from the start.
No, they didn't know the goddess was here. But that should have been part of the contingency plan. Stay together as one and scout the place out as thoroughly as possible before deciding it was safe enough to split and do the work of Yami one by one.
Now it seemed that half of them were killed, and those that remained he was having great trouble contacting. The humans had gotten wise to their game. For all he knew he was the last left with his disguise still intact. But without the power of his sibling's tails, he couldn't make his most elaborate illusions or summon his most powerful weapons.
For all intents and purposes, they were finished.
Still, he did have his ruse. Even the goddess had not yet sniffed him out, and he had been meticulous in keeping up his disguise. His diligence deserved its last reward.
The gray haired one. He'd been keeping a very, very close eye on him. He was immensely powerful, like the goddess, and this body was full of memories of him. They were very, very close. The agony of betrayal would be the perfect spice to cut such a decadent dish. He was positively salivating at the thought...
No no, not yet. Maintain your posture, fox. Your time is almost here. One of his brothers had already been so kind as to cripple his prey-- which he rather preferred, a struggle could be so messy-- so now it was only a matter of being able to wait.
And he was a fox as old as the lands themselves.
masukukunai) and eatsyourscience) Where: Cursed Zone
When: January 24th, 2013
Rating: probably pretty messy
Summary: A certain fox has been hunting some special prey.
The Story:
He should have known this was a terrible idea from the start.
No, they didn't know the goddess was here. But that should have been part of the contingency plan. Stay together as one and scout the place out as thoroughly as possible before deciding it was safe enough to split and do the work of Yami one by one.
Now it seemed that half of them were killed, and those that remained he was having great trouble contacting. The humans had gotten wise to their game. For all he knew he was the last left with his disguise still intact. But without the power of his sibling's tails, he couldn't make his most elaborate illusions or summon his most powerful weapons.
For all intents and purposes, they were finished.
Still, he did have his ruse. Even the goddess had not yet sniffed him out, and he had been meticulous in keeping up his disguise. His diligence deserved its last reward.
The gray haired one. He'd been keeping a very, very close eye on him. He was immensely powerful, like the goddess, and this body was full of memories of him. They were very, very close. The agony of betrayal would be the perfect spice to cut such a decadent dish. He was positively salivating at the thought...
No no, not yet. Maintain your posture, fox. Your time is almost here. One of his brothers had already been so kind as to cripple his prey-- which he rather preferred, a struggle could be so messy-- so now it was only a matter of being able to wait.
And he was a fox as old as the lands themselves.