Akira Akatski-18-female-Kitsune-tagged;none
'' Based on your rebellion against the kingdom I'm rather surprised you might be unfit to cook. I figured you had likely spend plenty of time rebelling against them and running.'' it was only after she had used her fire to ignite the branches that she realized how close to her Heinrich was sitting. Her fox ears flattened against her hand, a low, almost animal sound could be heard from her as she shifted slightly away from him. Sure, earlier she had been leaning against him without a care, but that had been before the incident with the poacher. Hearing him speak to her, she glanced at him with her ears still flattened against her head. When he called her a beautiful fox spirit, she narrowed her eyes and flicked her tails in an irritated manner. Now, it wasn't that she didn't appreciate the compliment, however, unlike most woman of the era she wouldn't be chasing after the first person to compliment her looks. Therefore, though again she did appreciate the compliment, she felt as if the man was saying that because of her looks, not because she was beautiful in terms of her personality and spirit. However, she did answer him honestly. ''Well, to be honest the life of a Kitsune isn't overly terrible. Well, it wasn't until the decree for us to be persecuted past the brink of extinction to the point we are all deceased. Though it is hard for us to live among the humans and some of the other races, we had made some nice little villages. Tribes, if that makes more sense, or groups. Whichever term you prefer. We would hunt together for safety, and would take shifts bathing so some would be able to stand on guard to warn off any who would accidently wander to close. Though the women of our species do have a reputation of being Vixens, both in terms of a fox and of human women, it might surprise you to know that most of us are actually nothing close to being a vixen in any other way than the fact we are female foxes. They just often mistake our natural defensive with that of an ill-tempered woman. A shrew if you will. Anyways, in our little villages we would work with eachother in the mastering of our shifting and our powers. Sometimes one of us might wander off into a human or other race town to explore a bit. Unfortunately, it is very rare we actually had money to buy anything. Instead we would stick to our own crafters and buchers and what not. The dress i have alterned was made by my villages finest craftsman. A shame her work ended up like this, but it can not be helped. I only hope she is still alive and avoiding the king's army. In the human towns we overall just enjoyed exploring and looking about, helping the poor if we could. However, on rare occasions we would get a job or a task. Granted we weren't paid much, but a job was a job. In my village, if one was to somehow recieve some money, they weren't required to share it with the rest of the village unless they chose to of their own free will. They had made the money without anyone else, therefore it was theirs to do what they pleased with. If one was to steal the earnings of another, they were banished to be in exile, a rougue, unless another village chose to take them in. Some of the jobs some of my villages women were asked to do though were rather offensive to us. Some wanted to exploit us for our hunting talents. Some wanted to show us off as if we were some beautiful freak show. Then there were the few that wished for our work to be that of a true human vixen...what's the word some of you humans use? Ah, yes, I believe the word is 'exotic entertainment', I believe? Honestly all those humans cared about was using us to gain more money from their bars. Only those truly, truly desperate accepted such jobs. Other than that, again, our lives were pleasant. To be honest, when it came to helping the children of the homeless, we would actually have a competition to see who could go a month with the least amount of times being hit by a broom.''' she smiled slightly, a sad look in her eyes. '' Unfortunately the days of peace and laughter are over. Now we can no longer stay in villages. It's everyone kitsune for him or herself. We can't even trust the older ones of us. Some of them can hide their ears and tails even when in human form, so they're not discovered as a kitsune unless they slip up. Therefore, sometimes, they'll turn the weaker ones of us in for their own gain of money and treasure. A bounty, if you will.'' watching the meat cook for a bit, she eventually looked back over to him. '' Also, if you happen to find any Foxglove flowers, let me know. The morning and evening dew off of them serve as a catalyst so that I may shift into a form more suitable for combat. As of right now, I highly doubt I am of much use in combat, even if I was fully rested. The only problem is the flowers are hard to find. There used to be plenty in my village, but they burned with our homes when the army invaded the first day after the decree had been issued.''
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