Dragonydas
Xaltwind
AlteredTundra
Mae
Lemons
TheMushroomLord
BunniesOfDoom
Carlyle
Choking on Mud
LupusIntusYumeiko no Akame no Kami
Location: Building #1; Hallways → First Floor
Interactions: @Xaltwind Miyuki, @Kuro Suzy
A soft smile graced her lips as two of her tails wrapped around her legs, keeping her warm against the frigid air from her ghostly neighbor. “Do-”
The scent of blood and Suzy’s turning attention drew the spirit fox’s attention toward.. Miyuki. What had happened? A sense of dread pulled at her heart as she watched the elder fox approach the front counter and demand action from the staff for - an injury!? She turned back to Suzy and found the ghost with a similar expression to her own. In a silent agreement, the two departed each other, each to take care of their own crisis.
She had left Miyuki alone, only for her admirer to get injured! The shrine priestess’s heart sank as she made hurried steps to the tall fox’s side, worry in her voice, “Yuki-chan, daijoubu?” Yumeiko had not the height Suzy was able to achieve with her minimal attachment to gravity, and had not seen the bite mark yet. She wrapped her arms tenderly around the Kiyuubi’s waist, regret in her voice, while her head buffled gently against the supple warmth. She left the skin with a kiss and stood on her toes to see, lifting her chin to raise her face higher, “misasete.”
She gasped, “kanda?!” Well, Miyuki had said an attempt had been made to eat her, which was not a welcome image. Yumeiko felt horrible, looking into Miyuki’s eyes apologetically, her ears back, tears welling in her eyes. She gave a soft sniffle before she gathered the first of her sacred tears onto her finger, “makasete.” and reached up, carefully laying one on each puncture wound. The two tails around her legs unwound as the room began to warm back up, and a third rose to meet her fingertip at Miyuki’s neck. With a bit of her lavender-colored fox fire, the drops were transformed into cute little bandaids with anime representations of her human and fox faces on them in a polka dot pattern, the sanctity of which would cleanse any vestige of foreign curse left behind, and help the wounds close and heal without scarring.
“This happened because I thoughtlessly asked you to help her.” The tails that had been around her legs wrapped instead around Miyuki, loosely holding her in their fluff as the lady herself fidgeted with the hem of the Kyuubi’s kimono, apologetic and frustrated with herself as she thunked her forehead forward, into Miyuki's sternum. “You only did so because I asked you to..”