☠ Four Tails ☠ - [Accidental Video]
[Disgusting. Foul, worthless, disgusting little dog. Ninetails had been hidden in her mountain cave, recovering from her battle with Moro for weeks now, and it had taken the fox this long to regain her strength, though her bones and neck still ached from the sheer force of the wolf god's jaws. Ninetails growled softly to herself as she looked at her reflection in the misty waters of the hot springs. Hot springs she hoped would at least relieve some of the stiffness in her body. Of course, however, the spring was no size for a beast of her size. With a grunt, the fox shifted to her human form and disrobed. She hadn't bothered to realize her Journal came loose from said robe and fell to the ground, activating the video.
Lucky onlookers will catch the briefest glance of Rao's cream white back and curvy form making its way through the steam before--
Splash!
Ah...yes, this was indeed much better. Emerging from the waters, Ninetails wiped her face and flicked her wings irritably, the feathers disliking the sudden submerge and moistness of the water against them. Bothersome appendages. If it didn't spell her doom, she would have ripped the accursed things off the day she found them.
The woman splashed through the water calmly, testing out her previously damaged arms in the water by swimming, taking little breaks to rest her back carefully against a rock and just relax. She soaked up the warmth of the natural springs with a sigh, droplets of water running down her cheek, past her neck, and landing snugly between her breasts, both partially submerged as she smoothed out her wet feathers.
It may be hard to see her through the steam, but she's blissfully unaware that she's putting on a rather nice show for most of the male population of Luceti. Enjoy, all you lovers of the female variety and melons.
Or, you know...you of the more polite sense, let her know to close the goddamn journal.]
Lucky onlookers will catch the briefest glance of Rao's cream white back and curvy form making its way through the steam before--
Splash!
Ah...yes, this was indeed much better. Emerging from the waters, Ninetails wiped her face and flicked her wings irritably, the feathers disliking the sudden submerge and moistness of the water against them. Bothersome appendages. If it didn't spell her doom, she would have ripped the accursed things off the day she found them.
The woman splashed through the water calmly, testing out her previously damaged arms in the water by swimming, taking little breaks to rest her back carefully against a rock and just relax. She soaked up the warmth of the natural springs with a sigh, droplets of water running down her cheek, past her neck, and landing snugly between her breasts, both partially submerged as she smoothed out her wet feathers.
It may be hard to see her through the steam, but she's blissfully unaware that she's putting on a rather nice show for most of the male population of Luceti. Enjoy, all you lovers of the female variety and melons.
Or, you know...you of the more polite sense, let her know to close the goddamn journal.]