Billowing pillars of
wood-smoke rose high into the night air, borne on the breeze across
the jungles of the Meridian, and at the bases of those spirals of
smoke danced blazing fires, fed by tall piles of firewood. The people
of the settlement milled in the clearing around those fires, basking
in their light and warmth and tending to barbecue pits, in which
simmered food of all shapes imaginable – the bounty of the
Meridian. The mid-year festival was well under way, and the
settlement was alive
Festival Belly
By: Itsuune
Favorited: 7 years ago
“Hands
up, bunny rabbit,” the kitsune glowers, eyes gleaming with
predatory intent. “Stick ‘em up and call it a day.”She’s
lithe and tall, swathed in finest Japanese silk, with skin as pale as
a night lily and hair as white as snow. Her fox’s ears are pricked
forward with anticipation, focused like radar dishes upon her target,
and her lazily-lidded eyes burn like blue fire. She’s locked down
for the pounce, tensed in every muscle; one slender foot is placed
before the other, her
Miss Fox and Bunny Boy
By: Itsuune
Favorited: 7 years ago
