The young princess came to appreciate the artistry of color from a very young age, sitting out the mouth of their mother’s nursing den and beholding what was an explosion of violet. It was an overwhelming stimulus to newly opened eyes, yet a welcomed one, regardless.
Though she never dared to develop the courage to leave the den yet — not when the chill of autumnal winds made her run back to the warmth of her mother’s bosom — it did not deter Yukimi from taking in the beauty of it all. Wistfully awaiting the day where it would be more than just a stand by image.
All her siblings had seemed to be fast asleep after feeding time with mom. All except one….the fat one dressed in ebony. One of her brothers…
Yukimi had a specific grudge held against him for stealing the nipple she wanted to latch onto earlier and shoving her out of the way. For that, the kitsune sought her revenge with a swiftness.
On stubby legs and a sausage body, she’d wobble over towards her brother. Attempting to chomp down on the side of his face with teeth less gums.
Taiga

