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A monster ate my heart
Jan. 18th, 2016 02:42 amPrompt: Tomoe invades Itachi's home, and forces him to hide him until his wounds heal.
Warnings: Violence and probably sex
The sky was black with smoke, the acrid air thick with ash. In the distance was the sound of drums and bells ringing, a warning to the neighboring villages and towns that the Wild fox has passed through and everything in his wake has been destroyed. It's a well known fact that demons were rampant among the land, but there were very few demons who were a true terror to human kind. Demons usually needed to be agitated in order to take the life of a human, but the fearsome fox yokai did so out of sport. He enchanted the women his otherwordly looks, and he merciless killed the men like they were game. Village after village was robbed and decimated by the demon single handedly, and no one have been able to stop him.
But today was unlike any other, they at least managed to wound the beast with a surprise attack. Though even wounded, the fox was still able to overpower them. The demon was able to escape, but being injured he couldn't advance very far. He wandered into the nearby forest, blood dripping from his arm, staining his kimono. He couldn't be found out in the open, he'll be vulnerable to attack. He just needed a place where he could rest, and regain his strength.
Walking aimlessly he managed to come across a home in the middle of nowhere. A secluded abode that someone probably found upon serendipitous means. It was either that the dweller wished to live a lifestyle in seclusion, or they were trying to stay hidden from the outside world. No matter the reason, the fox went to it, since it's closest thing to haven. He entered the home with the intent on killing anyone who's within it's walls. However, he sensed no one, and the warmth within the home relaxed him enough to rest there. If the keeper of this place was to return, he'll deal with them then. He leaned against a nearby wall, and sat on the wooden floor, his long silver hair pooling around him along with his tail. His sharp amber eyes soften, closing as he lulled himself to sleep. He knew sleep wouldn't be enough to recover his strength and heal his wounds, but he couldn't help but feel exhausted. What exactly was he inflicted with?
Warnings: Violence and probably sex
The sky was black with smoke, the acrid air thick with ash. In the distance was the sound of drums and bells ringing, a warning to the neighboring villages and towns that the Wild fox has passed through and everything in his wake has been destroyed. It's a well known fact that demons were rampant among the land, but there were very few demons who were a true terror to human kind. Demons usually needed to be agitated in order to take the life of a human, but the fearsome fox yokai did so out of sport. He enchanted the women his otherwordly looks, and he merciless killed the men like they were game. Village after village was robbed and decimated by the demon single handedly, and no one have been able to stop him.
But today was unlike any other, they at least managed to wound the beast with a surprise attack. Though even wounded, the fox was still able to overpower them. The demon was able to escape, but being injured he couldn't advance very far. He wandered into the nearby forest, blood dripping from his arm, staining his kimono. He couldn't be found out in the open, he'll be vulnerable to attack. He just needed a place where he could rest, and regain his strength.
Walking aimlessly he managed to come across a home in the middle of nowhere. A secluded abode that someone probably found upon serendipitous means. It was either that the dweller wished to live a lifestyle in seclusion, or they were trying to stay hidden from the outside world. No matter the reason, the fox went to it, since it's closest thing to haven. He entered the home with the intent on killing anyone who's within it's walls. However, he sensed no one, and the warmth within the home relaxed him enough to rest there. If the keeper of this place was to return, he'll deal with them then. He leaned against a nearby wall, and sat on the wooden floor, his long silver hair pooling around him along with his tail. His sharp amber eyes soften, closing as he lulled himself to sleep. He knew sleep wouldn't be enough to recover his strength and heal his wounds, but he couldn't help but feel exhausted. What exactly was he inflicted with?
