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[ oom: Sometimes what haunts you the most are actions that could never be predicted. Warnings for the typical nightmare ouchies.]
Out by the lake the kitsune sat along the shore, staring down at the water with pale blue eyes. She spoke not a word as the red of blood soaked into her kimono from where her brother had hurt her.
Inari closed her eyes and sang much along the same song the preists had used with her head bowed. Maybe in shame? Or maybe it was greif.
It was hard to tell.
[tiny!tag: thy kingdom come]
Out by the lake the kitsune sat along the shore, staring down at the water with pale blue eyes. She spoke not a word as the red of blood soaked into her kimono from where her brother had hurt her.
Inari closed her eyes and sang much along the same song the preists had used with her head bowed. Maybe in shame? Or maybe it was greif.
It was hard to tell.
[tiny!tag: thy kingdom come]