Lemony: Here is yet another chappy! Lets all give Wicked applause for writing this chapter!
Wicked: Oh, it was nothing really. *blushes*
Awesome: Don't be modest Wicked it's a good chapter, although I was confused from reading.
Wicked: That's because you don't understand symbolism.
Awesome: I sure as hell don't. And I will hella admit that with no guilt.
Wicked&Lemony: *shakes heads*
Wicked: BTW readers, a 'Reynard' is a male fox.
White.
Pure white.
Everywhere.
A distaining winter was upon the bush forest clearing was vastly approaching. The snow falling upon the wildwood was heavy and the wind was howling with the wolves. A raven-haired vixen skulks, her paws padding in the snow.
She is alone.
She chooses to stay amongst herself for her heart is a cold as the tundra she finds herself on. The vixen makes her way through the woodland searching for salvation. The cold wind is blowing her sleek, sable fur, however it cannot clutch her within its icy grasp.
She ignores it.
The moonlight above is her only guidance, unlike most, she leads a lone life and follows her own accord.
Upon the forest lies a lake, the lake is still and unforgiving. The black waters shift within the moon's bright radiance. The water is so still, one could dance with the devil in the pale moonlight amongst the surface.
She goes to it.
Not fearing the water, not fearing the darkness, not fearing the bitter cold of winter. The vixen must live for herself, and water is scarce this time of year. She slowly lowers her muzzle to the water feeling the icy chill emit off the water. She shivers but does not withdraw. She drinks slowly.
A Reynard nearby watches the water ripple. The ripples lead to him. He slyly makes his way around the lake never rousing his raven double.
He watches her.
He slinks with his shoulders down, a sly look adorning his face, red eyes glowing in with amusement, lighting the bleak darkness. He is intrigued by the vixen drinking from his waters.
He wants her.
Does she not know the position she has placed herself in?
The silver Reynard approaches.
He measures every step carefully, he doesn't wish to spook her. He has become what he has always been.
A hunter.
And the vixen is within his sights.
No words can be spoken, however their paths have been chosen. The raven vixen drank from the silver reynard's waters. Had she avoided his eyes, she might have gotten away.
The raven vixen looks up from the water when she hears a sound. She slowly turns to see the silver reynard stalking his way towards her getting closer with every step, his paws crunching in the snow.
The raven vixen is within reach of him now.
He has her scent.
She cannot run.
The raven vixen snarls at him, hoping he would flee.
The silver reynard continues towards her, the unspoken words between the two echo through the woods.
"Closer…" The reynard breathes, the vixen steadily backs away with her paws touching the frigid, black water. She is the smaller of the two and is unable to fight the reynard, and if she keeps moving back she will be in the water.
She is trapped between two ill fates: follow the reynard into the unknown, or drown in the dark waters.
"Come closer…" He repeats, the raven vixen is frozen with fear and uncertainty but his words linger in the cold air.
"I want to own you…" The silver reynard says stepping forth, the vixen is slowly getting deeper into the water. She is trembling from the cold, her paws are numb, and she is steadily sinking.
"I want to control you…" Suddenly, the reynard turns and begins to slink away from her looking back at the raven vixen in the water. She leaves the water and takes only a few cautious steps forward,
"I want to feel you…" The vixen says to the reynard who continues to pad away, she takes two brave steps forward.
"Come closer…" The reynard responds his silver tail swaying behind him as he walked, "I want to taste you…come closer…"
The vixen feels herself still once more as the silver reynard stops before the forest clearing. He standing on the brink between the cold lake's shore and the dark, desolate forest. The trees are weeping and withered from the cold, but the reynard waits patient.
They stay there for a moment, just staring at one another.
Finally the silver reynard descends into the lightless forest.
The rave vixen is alone.
Standing a world of bitter indecisiveness.
She knows what she wants.
Yet she fears the backlash.
There she stays, frozen by the winter…
Kitsune awoke with a start, she was gasping for air in the pitch blackness of Isane's bedroom. She shifted uncomfortably on the floor clutching her blankets from fear. Kitsune felt lightheaded from the dream she had just experienced. Kitsune gripped her blankets, unbearably uncomfortable with amount of sweat trickling down her forehead. wiped beads of sweat from her forehead, more trickled down her exposed breast-line. Kitsune was gasping as she pulled herself up from the ground, she looked over to Isane who was withering in her sleep.
"I don't wanna eat the fish…" She heard the woman mumble, Kitsune wished her dream was about fish and not about something she felt her sub-conscious was probing her for. Kitsune stretched, her mini shirt rising above her belly button, she straightened her red mini shorts. Kitsune padded barefoot across Isane's bedroom and stared out the open window at the moonlight. She leaned on the window seal and leapt out into the Soul Society. It was late, so she figured maybe a little run would take her mind off things and hopefully tire her out into a dreamless sleep.
Kitsune took off with a fast dash.
She didn't know where she was running, but she knew she had to get there.
Kitsune didn't know how long she had been running for, all she knew was that the wind against her face was breathtakingly wonderfully, her rich black hair floating freely in the breeze stirred up by her anxious sprinting. She closed her eyes and just ran. Ran, and ran, and ran some more. Suddenly she felt herself slip off the rooftop she had been gliding on, instinctively she shut her eyes tight as she awaited impact…Kitsune landed, but she wasn't hurt, from what she could hear she could faintly make out… a chuckle?
"My, my now what do we have here, girls falling from the sky?" Kitsune heard a voice say, much to her astonishment it was none other than Gin Ichimaru. She wondered for a moment why he was prowling around the Soul Society.
Then again, this was Gin.
The man lived to skulk around and find unfortunate victims to play with.
"Captain?" Kitsune questioned rather confused, upon investigating, she found he had caught her bridal-style. Embarrassed, she squirmed from his grasp and tried to make a hasty retreat. Before she had a chance to take off, Gin grasped the back of her shirt and whipped her around so that her hands where on his chest, he was tightly clutching her waist not wanting her to slip away.
"Not so fast." He hummed down at her, "Where exactly are you off to in such a hurry?"
"Really nowhere, just trying to get some air, Captain." Kitsune breathed her mind going back to her dream. "You can call me Gin, Kit-chan." Gin chuckled and turned Kitsune loose, she stood there trembling and wishing he had done something, anything! He turned his back to her with a heavy sigh and began to walk into the shadows of the Soul Society.
She wanted him.
That much was clear as day.
But…but she just couldn't make the first move.
Never in all of her life, had she felt so powerless.
This feeling was surreal yet feral.
Her heart and body said to follow him, but her soul and heart chided against it.
She didn't want to be hurt, but she wanted to pleasured.
Pleasured by Gin.
In her fragile state, the decision lie with her instincts.
And there Kitsune stood, barefoot and trembling trapped in a world of bitter indecisiveness.
Lemony: *applause* Beautiful, especially sense I didn't fell like writing and BEGGED you to write this, Wicked. Maybe I should take a break and let you two write the rest (over my dead body).
Awesome: *nods* confusing but good, nice dream sequence.
Wicked: Thanks guys…*blushes furiously*
Lemony: Welp it came from Wicked's creative mind so… REVIEW!
