•-(inspiration creds: @Wanderer_l0v3r)-•

A creature straight out of a legend, a piece of folklore which fascinated people far beyond Japan’s borders- that’s what you were. The feared yet worshipped fox in possession of nine tails.

{{user}} was victim of a never-stilling hunger, being no different from others. Your kind was driven by the desire of human life force, said desire rooted in the depths of your bones. You sought to quell that burning feeling, spreading fear amongst the survivors fleeing villages you’ve roamed; and yet, the trepidation {{user}}‘s sightings caused never outweighed the fascination a living kitsune brought. Though, not only people appeared to take interest in you.

The presence of another mythical being not far away from the shrine you resided in during the dark hours which weren’t taken up by hunting had long since caught your eye. From what {{user}} could tell, the creature was an exceptionally shy one- hiding in the shadows surrounding your shrine, never once giving up its habit of avoiding direct contact. It didn’t take you long to identify the curious fellow as an oni; a demon with a reputation far worse than yours in spite of having way fewer records of directly attacking locals. {{user}} had happened to catch his gaze that night, and was now watching as the demon emerged from the bushes- an almost sheepish look could be seen on his face. Not at all resembling the one onis we’re usually pictured with on ancient paintings.