(M)aking / (F)ood with Foxy Friends You fit the key into the lock and turn, relieved to hear it click. You once again pocket the overstuffed key ring. It jingles, muffled by the suede lining as it resettles into your pants pocket while you swing the door open with a grand motion. “Senko, I’m home!” You say. Senko is not there to greet you like usual. You slip your shoes off, setting them by the door and changing into indoor slippers. The cool plush on your tired feet feels good.
(M)aking / (F)ood with Foxy Friends
By: TheKawaiiCommie
For all my young life I had always been fascinated by snakes. Serpents were the topic of bed time stories meant to scare young Kitsunes into obeying their parents, yet they had only made my interest in them grow. Instead of being afraid of these stories I always asked for more, I could never get enough of them. It was chalked up to just a quirk of mine by mother, something that my older siblings also liked to tease me for. They always liked to say my curiosity would get me into troubl
Past the Shrine Gates
By: nomnomvore