[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 ( Read more... )

[The day is like any other this morning in Luceti. Calm, peaceful, warm, and with a flood of new feathers and people to greet and welcome them. However, for a brief moment, a dark cloud will pass over the village and soar off towards the forest, where it seeps in like a thick, inky blackness. Anyone strong enough to sense it will feel the all too ( Read more... )