Post by Pokeapache on Jan 17, 2011 20:53:55 GMT -5
{You've found a Mini-Plot!}
[Read the following. There are four 1-tailed kitsune/foxes
in this post who need people to roleplay them. :3
If you're new to XXitsune, you are allowed
to pick one of these darling little foxes!
Opti drew and designed them.
Please note: This will go wherever you take it. Have fun!]
[Read the following. There are four 1-tailed kitsune/foxes
in this post who need people to roleplay them. :3
If you're new to XXitsune, you are allowed
to pick one of these darling little foxes!
Opti drew and designed them.
Please note: This will go wherever you take it. Have fun!]
A mother, a mother, a mother. She would always be a mother. It didn't matter if her babies were grown up, if they were already about to leave her. It didn't matter that the father had long ago left her side... No, it didn't matter at all, because she had raised them up all so well.
Three new Kitsunes to the world. They had all discovered magic, perhaps because they wanted to become just like her. She flicked her two tails gently, thinking about it. She was so young for a Kitsune that it might have seemed strange for her to have a set of young for her own, yet it wasn't- because although she could live to have nine whole tails, she was already well over two centuries old, and in fact, she was nearly three.
Nestled in the small alcove, the forest grove by the den she had born her kits into, she looked around at all of them.
The first born had just come back with a bird to eat.
The second was engaged in a game of playing with the third.
The third was spitting small sparks of fire at the ground.
The last... Not yet discovered magic. For the last three days she had gotten sicker and sicker. It was so terrifying for her to watch, the small kit. She had kept her away inside the den so the others wouldn't get sick. There was no way for them to, she hoped, since they had come to understand magic.
She might never learn magic, either. The youngest would die any day now without help, and the mother could do nothing. She was verging the window period, and if she needed to grow a tail... It was useless. She knew the one thing that might help her kit, and she often entertained the thought of telling her other offspring about it. Would it be wrong? They could die on the journey.
Raising her voice, she spoke to her eldest, "go see how much your sister will eat before you touch any of it."
~love Pokeapache