2/9/2025, 8:39 AM
Skill: 「 - 」
Taro was off roaming, doing the many things that Taros did. It began with a simple exploration, shifting into a failed hunt of a particularly clever hare, and ended with him lying at the top of a hill. Gradually, he pushed himself forward with his hind legs, until he slid down the steep drop on his side. Once reaching the bottom, his face was covered in a pile of accumulated snow. His head lifted, allowing him to shake it rather vigorously, removing whatever clumps tried to cling to him. A loud sneeze escaped him, echoing in the empty area and causing a few nearby birds to take flight.
It was after he sniffled that he noticed a floral aroma. It was sweet and welcoming, but also wrong—right? Had he sneezed so hard he was smelling things incorrectly? Taro scrambled to his feet, inhaling deeply through his nose to make sure it wasn’t some sort of mistake. It was so clear, there was no possible way he couldn have misidentified something so obvious.
Taro began to run. Whatever this was, he wanted to see it with his own eyes. Eager for what this new world had in store, his pace was an energetic sprint. He’d known it wasn’t exactly a “normal” place, but having a field of flowers or forests of blossoms in the dead of winter was something he needed to see. Curiosity was a dangerous thing at times, but it also filled his life with joy and enrichment.
In the distance there was a canopy of blush-pink trees that reminded him of cherry blossoms—of home. Taro grinned, his body practically leaping through the air in the final bound. Ink-dipped paws pressed off a thick layer of packed snow and landed in a warm bedding of grass. The Fujiwara wolf had no explanation for the magical experience, but he wouldn’t take it for granted.
Petals fluttered down like flurries of snow, some getting stuck in his longer strands of fur as he pressed into the pocket of spring-like weather. Taro released a deep breath, closing his eyes and basking in the serenity of it all. As his amethyst gaze reopened, he spotted a figure a short ways ahead. Were they there this whole time and he’d simply missed them?
With a causal and ever-confident gait, Taro began to close in, his easygoing smile lining his lips habitually. The closer he got, the more the gears turned in his head. She looked… special. As if she belonged to this mystical tunnel leading to—where did it lead, again? Each step a new flag would wave in his mind. This was no ordinary girl, was it?
The man cleared his throat, announcing himself, his posture relaxed yet self-assured as he approached. He wasn’t one to allow others a large, personal bubble, she he didn’t stop until he was practically looking down at her with a soft, playful smolder.
You’re going down, yōkai.
It was after he sniffled that he noticed a floral aroma. It was sweet and welcoming, but also wrong—right? Had he sneezed so hard he was smelling things incorrectly? Taro scrambled to his feet, inhaling deeply through his nose to make sure it wasn’t some sort of mistake. It was so clear, there was no possible way he couldn have misidentified something so obvious.
Taro began to run. Whatever this was, he wanted to see it with his own eyes. Eager for what this new world had in store, his pace was an energetic sprint. He’d known it wasn’t exactly a “normal” place, but having a field of flowers or forests of blossoms in the dead of winter was something he needed to see. Curiosity was a dangerous thing at times, but it also filled his life with joy and enrichment.
In the distance there was a canopy of blush-pink trees that reminded him of cherry blossoms—of home. Taro grinned, his body practically leaping through the air in the final bound. Ink-dipped paws pressed off a thick layer of packed snow and landed in a warm bedding of grass. The Fujiwara wolf had no explanation for the magical experience, but he wouldn’t take it for granted.
Petals fluttered down like flurries of snow, some getting stuck in his longer strands of fur as he pressed into the pocket of spring-like weather. Taro released a deep breath, closing his eyes and basking in the serenity of it all. As his amethyst gaze reopened, he spotted a figure a short ways ahead. Were they there this whole time and he’d simply missed them?
With a causal and ever-confident gait, Taro began to close in, his easygoing smile lining his lips habitually. The closer he got, the more the gears turned in his head. She looked… special. As if she belonged to this mystical tunnel leading to—where did it lead, again? Each step a new flag would wave in his mind. This was no ordinary girl, was it?
あるきつねhe uttered under his breath while observing her — A yōkai. It made sense, all of it. The mysterious yet magical atmosphere, him being lured here, a kitsune posing as a beautiful girl. It was the perfect plan, but unfortunately for her, Taro was not so easily tricked.
The man cleared his throat, announcing himself, his posture relaxed yet self-assured as he approached. He wasn’t one to allow others a large, personal bubble, she he didn’t stop until he was practically looking down at her with a soft, playful smolder.
You’re going down, yōkai.
