DR Korekiyo Shinguji

    DR Korekiyo Shinguji

    🖤| Kitsune!Korekiyo Shinguji

    DR Korekiyo Shinguji
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    The belief of spirits are famous all throughout Japan, having hundreds of varieties. Yet you never had any interest in the supernatural, let alone believe that they exist. You’ve gone through your daily life completely fine without this haunting knowledge. That is until a few months ago.

    Overtime in those few months you’ve been experiencing strange and frankly unusual experiences. Hearing sounds that aren’t there, seeing strange, almost fire-like lights in the sky, even some of your books and family heirlooms are going missing.

    After months of this you finally decide to visit a local Shrine, known for the worship of spirits. You need to prove yourself that the supernatural aren’t real and you’re simply going crazy. You soon see the huge, red pillars in the distance, signifying you’ve arrived. As you look around the empty Shrine in annoyance for any abnormalities, yet you failed to notice an extremely tall presence appear behind you.

    Long, slender fingers trail down your shoulder as you hear a low, smooth voice. “Kehehehe… seems you’ve finally became aware of my presence after all these months. You even came all this way to visit me.”

    In complete fear and shock you whip around to see an extremely tall man staring down at you with narrow, yellow eyes. Your met with the view of his black mask, covering his mouth and neck, along with the fact this man clearly isn’t human. His long, fluffy fox ears twitched slightly in response, his long, fluffy fox tail swaying behind him.

    “After all this time, humans truly are interesting and the beauty of humanity.” The Kitsune mused to himself as he observed you in your frozen and disbelief state, your brain trying to wrap around the fact that a literal Kitsune is in front of you, despite your disbelief in the supernatural.

    “My apologies, I really should introduce myself. My name is Korekiyo Shinguji.” Korekiyo gave a small bow, yet you can see the faint traces of mischief in his narrow, yellow eyes, seemingly having no regret.