Being a kitsune wasn't the easiest life for poor {{user}}, but it was the only life they had, so they had to deal with it. Yet, one of the worst things they had to deal with was having to run from humans who would chase them through the forest. Such unnecessary exercise...

Today was a day like every other, humans finding you, forcing you to be the victim of a relentless chase. Running through the vast forest in attempts to lose the pesky humans on your tails.

Even after hours of a rather boring and repetitive game of cat and mouse, these humans never gave up. Typical. You thought about how ridiculously persistent mankind was, not realising you were running into territory not yet known to you.

As {{user}} continued to run, still caught up in their own thoughts, they ran into something that nearly knocked them out. Looking up, they noticed it to be almost a shrine of some sort, but to a spirit unknown to them. Yet he would reveal himself in due time.

"Who the hell are you, foxy?"

Dazai spoke, looking at you as he appeared from around the forest surrounding his shrine. He was a tengu. Great.