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The Fox finds the Morning Child
Topic Started: August 7, 2014, 2:36 am (230 Views)
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Night fell on the Morning Gypsies again and their caravan made camp. This particular tribe of Morning Gypsies was a bit small, about twenty light loving, friendly gypsies, about three families united by their elders who lead it. It was the same as any other night for them as they made the usual preperations. There were three girls in one family who were helping their mother, all bright and young, not knowing the tragedy to befall them.

And from the dark they were watched by those who had woken up at nightfall to find Morning Gypsies nearby. It would seem so fast as the cheerful tribe would find themselves attacked just as they started to relax. There was blood, and vicious violence. The elders of the families did what they could, but the enemies that came upon them were Night Gypsies, and they were a larger tribe.

The adult Morning Gypsies would be slaughtered, but the Night Gypsies were to cruel to just kill the helpless children left behind too quickly, using the darkness they worshipped to bind and capture them, among them the three little girls.

There was torture every night, and when the Night Gypsies stopped they would have a sacrifice every night to their darkness, the screams of every Morning Gypsy child a warning to the rising sun that it would have one less gypsy singing of its bright glory.

It continued until only one child was left, a middle child of three. She had turned thirteen the day her younger sister died screaming and crying. And now all alone, she still cried for her sisters, and her cousins, and her parents, and knew she would be with them soon. But she knew not if the evil rituals had truly damned her sisters to the darkness, ever trapped in shadow within the infinite void, and she was so frightened to join them.

She was kept in the darkest of the Night Gypsy wagons, with their matriarch. She was a vile woman, with two sons she viewed as less then dirt and a spoiled brat of a daughter who had made the young girl’s life a nightmare. The young wicked Gypsy took to calling the morning gypsy Sunny, for her blonde hair, and sometimes bright eyes for those pretty blue eyes. But the girl’s name was actually Synneva.

Synneva was young and pretty for her age, but under the care of the Night Gypsies, she looked rather ragged. She barely got to eat or drink, and her hair was tangled from often being pulled and played with by the Matriarch’s daughter. Her clothes were torn all over, and her back carried rip marks, and all over there were bruises that blemished her soft pale skin. She had some scratches on her cheek, and black marks over one eye when she was smacked by the matriarch for crying while she was sleeping.

For that reason she often slept gagged to be kept quiet, chained to prevent escape attempts, and blindfolded just because it made her world even darker, and the Night Gypsies were ever amused by her absolute fear of darkness.

But this night it was time. The daughter had whispered it to her just to make her cry more in building fear at her oncoming doom. Her locks were undone and she was pulled up, thrown out and told to crawl without the blindfold or the gag being removed. She crawled in the dark, yelping and changing directions whenever a smack of a whiplike attack struck her, sometimes on the hands, on her backside, on her back, her stomach, her hands, her face. They would leave her reddening, and the gypsies all laughed at her, even the men. It was not often a creature was considered lesser even then them.

She was lifted by cold tendrils of shadow and brought up, her gag removed and the voice of the matriarch speaking. “Sing, Morning Child, sing your last song before you fade into the dark.” And she whipped her mercilessly with the dark tendrils, and Synneva cried out in agony, praying to the light that she would not fade into the darkness that clouded her eyes and fall in it, lost forever from the warmth of light.

But the last sacrifice of these Night Gypsies was made on the ground of a territorial creature who would dislike the sound of these intruders and their revelry for their own wicked acts.
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Light filtering through the thickly woven canopy of tree leaves acted as a gentle alarm, slowly awakening the resting consciousness of a dazzling, gold-white fox. Unfurling an array of nine bushy tails from around itself, it looked up towards the sunlight in a daze, blood-red eyes blinking a few times to rid themselves of the last remnants of sleep.

Behind it was a ramshackle of a temple, ruins of a once majestic shrine. Jade and emerald green patterns wove around ivory pillars, now jagged with cracks and an overgrowth of vines and wildflowers. The obsidian bricks of the old shrine walls contrasted vividly with the splashes of colour, a simple hole between fallen structures serving as the entrance to the den.

The sun-kissed fox approached the entrance, climbing jutting steps in varying states of disrepair, only to pause near the hole. Sniffing the air once, it appeared to smile just slightly before rapidly turning around and disappearing into the treeline.

Hours later, as dusk began to fall, it returned with a few tails curled up tightly. Once again taking up a position at the base of the steps, it flicked two of the unoccupied tails together, a bright spark bursting into life, spreading onto the small pile of sticks that had been arranged there previously. With a nice fire going, the fox uncurled the rest of its tails, depositing numerous amounts of berries, nuts and raw vegetation. Piling up the berries on one side, it began using its tails to roast the nuts and vegetation, feasting on the cooked produce when it seemed ready.

Partway through devouring the self-procured meal, the distant sounds of shouting reached the sensitive ears of the fox, who perked up at the noise and seemed to stay still for a moment, contemplating it. Similar sounds had resounded through the forest in previous days, but none quite so loud. In the brief moments that elapsed, a cry of agony rang out in tandem to the shouting, the fox jumping to all fours in response.

It was too loud; too close. Whatever was making such noise was definitely within some kind of boundary. With a low growl, the fox patted the fire out with its tails, pulling some nearby leaves over the remains of its feast before vanishing off into the treeline at breakneck speed. As it moved, the nine tails shimmered out of existence until only the central one remained, appearing much like a normal fox, only slightly larger.

The nearer it got to the noise, the angrier the fox's low growling became; the sounds of sacrifice and revelry were all too familiar to this particular animal. Cutting off all sounds of its own bar the patter of its feet upon the ground, the fox approached the gathering from the trees, crimson eyes zeroing in on the shadowy tendrils being used to whip a smaller figure. A sharp, low growl escaped the fox once more, as if thoroughly displeased with the state of such affairs, completely uncowed by the fact that it was severely outnumbered by Night Gypsies.

Indeed, the sun-kissed fox walked slowly towards the beaten figure, as if challenging all those nearby to stop it.
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The matriarch stopped, looking passed her intended sacrifice to the intruder growling disapprovingly. On average, anyone would be wary of a kitsune, but that was usually at five or more tails. She saw one tail and instantly thought little of the creature. "You dare interrupt our ceremony?" she said. "Then you may be tomorrow's sacrifice." She turned to her people. "Capture her and make her watch what's coming to her." The reaction was immediate, as two of the gypsies moved towards the fox and in movements that looked like dance, made the shadows twist and rise with their will.

The tendrils of shadow would come at the fox girl fast, and if she didn't avoid them, would wrap and coil about her body and squeeze tight to hold her still, dragging her into the clutches of the wicked gypsies to suffer their torments a day before being sacrificed to the darkness in a long and painfully drawn out ceremony. Meanwhile, the matriarch did not stop for the intrusion, merely slowing down to watch the worthless whelp's capture, tendrils no longer whipping but clawing into Synneva, who whimpered and screamed pitifully as markings were etched onto her skin.

Synneva did not know who was interrupting or why, but she wished they would run away and escape before they had met the same fate as herself and her family. She did not have hope enough that they would be able to rescue her.
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The fox seemed to grin at the accusation, a low rumbling noise rising from its belly - somewhat like it was laughing. It didn't even slow its pace when the order to capture it went out, and a pair of gypsies came forth. It had dealt with the shadows just as it had dealt with the light - and likely for far longer than any of these mortals.

Weaving between the tendrils like they were a simple stack of hurdles in a running race, the fox turned towards one of the gypsies and glowered at them, crimson eyes boring into their skull. Behind it, the tail began to emanate with a strong white-blue glow, the fox channelling magical energy into an unseen spell. Indeed, its magic could not be seen by most Lorians, but the gypsy would soon feel the effects; it would be as if their very soul was trying to escape, pulling and dragging itself up through their body, tearing away any physical bonds along the way. Previous victims of this spell had often dry-retched, whilst their internal organs bled uncontrollably from the forced detachment of their astral tether.

With that one set in motion, the fox turned its attention over to the other gypsy that had attacked, its blood-red gaze flashing brightly as it cast an illusion upon the gypsy. For them, it would seem as if they were tied at a stake in the middle of an open field, flames burning away at their lower half whilst the midday sun prevented any shadow magic. The illusion would continue, even as the flames completely consumed the gypsy's body, rendering them helpless as the pain continued endlessly.

Having sorted out the two initial problems, the fox quickly returned its attention to the two central figures, where a poor young girl was being tortured by more shadow tendrils. Growling again, a second and third tail flickered into existence behind it, all three surrounded by a strange grey-black glow, like shadows framing the gold-white fur. The matriarch would soon find herself battling with a far more ancient force of will for control of the shadow tendrils, which would falter without uninterrupted guidance. And that was if she could even stop the will of an eons-old immortal taking control of a magic that it was well-adjusted to using. If she couldn't, those tendrils would simply disappear, banished back into the immaterial realm from whence they came.
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The matriarch blinked at the speed and power of the fox, both her gypsies screaming in agony. She could not imagine what caused it, while one held her arms out and screamed like she was being sacrificed herself, burning in a fire only she could see or feel and the other convulsed and wretched, eyes going into her head as she fell over and convulsed as her soul was ripped out of her body, and her soulless body doomed to die without it.

The matriarch found another will struggling against hers, a will that sought to make shadows fade. She struggled mentally, trying to summon the strength of the shadows, but found her will overwhelmed by the force of will the fox brought. She found her tendrils fading away, the tortured Synneva falling back to the ground, her screams stopping as she hit the ground, getting up to her knees and pulling off the blindfold to see her captors and tormentors starting to look at the kitsune behind her in growing, respectful fear.

"Kill her!" called the Gypsy Matriarch, who was backing away quickly, and now all the Gypsies tried to summon their shadows and blast them at her as though they were blades. Her daughter moved fast, not to help the adults in trying to fight the intrusive fox but to grab the morning gypsy girl and pull her up by the hair before she had a chance to run, pulling out a skinning knife and spinning her about, the knife at Synneva's throat.

"Don't think I'll be letting you get off so easy, Sunny," whispered the brat, backing away and using the Morning Gypsy as a shield should the kitsune go after her. For the other night gypsies, the men were backing away, not trained for fighting, only for slave labor. The children looked confused and horrified at their screaming aunts, cousins or even mothers who were already victim to the fox. They were more used to their tribe leaving other people that way, not being left in such a state themselves.
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It finally seemed that these gypsies were beginning to understand the quickly derailing situation they were in. The fox seemed indifferent to pain and agony it had caused the two gypsies, nor the fear it struck into the rest. Indeed, its attention had turned to the young morning gypsy girl, who was now released from her bindings, only to be captured again by one of the younger night gypsies. Unfortunately, the fox had other pressing matters to deal with first.

As the shadows descended upon the fox en masse, it no longer bothered hiding all of its tails; 9 of them billowed out, all flaring with a bright light. It quickly spread, engulfing the entirety of the fox's form, and then even further, creating a dome of light. When the shadows made contact they would simply dissolve into non-existence. With its shield of light in place, the fox grinned at the surrounding gypsies. Now it was time to show them just what they were messing with.

The air around the fox seemed to hum vividly, whilst its eyes practically shone bright red. Electrical currents crackled between its tails for a few moments before the fox let out a long, loud howl. The magical energy it had been gathering surged outwards, rippling like a tsunami of astral. Every single night gypsy would find themselves in the same position as the first one she'd disposed of - their souls began to painfully claw their way out of each body, soon leaving only the two young gypsy girls and the Matriarch alive.

Indeed, the fox cared little for the slaves or the children - they were all part of the disgusting night gypsy culture that had invaded her lands. No, the only one who would be allowed to live in the end would be the captive. First however, it was time to take care of the last two troublesome gypsies.

Without any fanfare or fireworks, the fox's form began to shimmer and darken, becoming naught but a shadowy figure in the middle of the dome of light. The figure's outline then began to change, shifting from the animalistic form of a fox into the humanoid form most often associated with the kitsune. As the shadowy form began to solidify, the dome of light gently faded away, revealing the fox's new appearance.

Gold-white hair flowed almost unrestrained from the crown of her haid, matching the nine billowing tails that remained despite the change in form. Slightly more rounded crimson eyes peered ahead with the same indifference, now accompanied by the slight smile of confidence that would surely aggravate the Matriarch if she wasn't too afraid of the fact that she was facing not just a kitsune, but a kyuubi no less. Albeit one that was not wearing a stitch of clothing.

"The shadows are not your's to control. This is my territory. And now, you are mine." The kitsune's tails flared again, but this time they emanated with a deep blue glow, a portal opening up beneath the Matriarch's feet, ready to deposit the woman in the yokai's personal realm, where she would be dealt with in time. There would be no escape for the cruel woman, and a long life of punishment to look forward to.

Crimson gaze turning to the last two gypsies, the kitsune approached slowly, fully aware of the knife that was pressed to captive's throat. "Tsk, tsk. A human shield is useful against mundane opponents dear. Any harm you could inflict, I can just as easily undo. You have one chance to surrender, and receive leniency. Refuse, and you shall suffer far greater tortures than you ever inflicted upon others."
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The matriarch stood still in shock as all her tribe crumbled around her. They fell shaking and died without their souls, and the beautiful figure of a powerful Kyuubi stood before them. Not one Night Gypsy was spared but the matriarch and her daughter. The matriarch screamed when the hole appeared beneath her, disappearing from the world of Lore only to be the victim of a Kyuubi's sense of punishment for the rest of her life.

As the kitsune moved forward and spoke to the daughter, now like her captive the last of her tribe, the girl trembled in fear, looking around at her dead family. "M-Mother...?" she whispered, seeing nowhere where her mother had been, screaming when she disappeared. She looked back at the Kyuubi, terrified as any child when she was alone and facing a creature of power truly incomprehensible to her. She let go of the knife, backing away. "M-mercy... M-m-mercy, please," she whimpered, but a frightened girl now alone in the world, trembling with fear.

Synneva was scared too, though she had been rescued. She didn't back away, but scared in the sort of fearful awe that one would expect when a child like her saw a Kyuubi so powerful in action. But when she looked around to see her tormentors dead, save the one, fresh tears of relief came to her eyes. "Th-thank you," she whispered, her throat soar after so many screams, dry from so little drink she had been given to survive to this day. The feeling that she would not die, not fade into the maw of darkness and be left screaming forever just... overwhelmed her. And the memory that she would not see her family again would make her barely able to handle it as she let out her pain into her tears, feeling weak kneed and trembling. Her body still ached from the tortures, and she did not have much strength to keep standing, wobbling a little where she stood and showing signs she was about to fall over from exhaustion and overwhelming emotion.
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The destruction she had laid bare upon the gypsy clan didn't faze the kyuubi - as if such a task was merely a daily chore. Pests to be rooted out and exterminated from her home. It was far too late for the adults to change their ways - especially the Matriarch. She would get everything she deserved, and the rest would move on to Nerezza's realm once the yokai had taken her fill of the excess spiritual energy.

This young one however...perhaps she was too hasty in her display of power. Perhaps this one could become the saving grace of this clan. Wisely, the child dropped the knife and released the other young girl, whom looked both relieved and devastated by the events that had unfolded - she would have to tend to her soon after.

Approaching the whimpering night gypsy, she reach out with a pale, slender hand, placing it calmly over the girl's head. "Unlike the rest, it is not too late to help you change your ways. Respect, and the ability to show kindness, even if it is not every time. Come, child. I will send you to people who can teach you such things." Behind her, her tails flared to life again, opening another portal - this time beside them both, rather than under the girl's feet. With a gentle but firm touch, she ushered the girl towards it; refusal would mean having to end the girl's life, after all. On the other side, there would be people, citizens of the yokai's realm, who would take care of the girl and erase any trace of malice from her being.

Once she was through, the portal would close, leaving only the kitsune and the young morning gypsy. A worried frown creased her face as she noticed the signs of fragility being exhibited. Quickly, she gathered the girl up in her arms, whispering too softly to be understood. However, Synneva would soon find herself feeling very drowsy, and before long she would be cast into a deep, dreamless sleep.

This way, the kitsune could carry the girl back to the ruined temple, bringing her all the way inside and to a small room. Besides the bed that she was laid upon, the room only contained a half-obscured window and a small stone sink, which allowed the procurement of fresh, clean water.

Hovering over the sleeping gypsy, the kitsune's chest tugged painfully - she'd experienced similar sensations every time she looked at Synneva. Indeed, even as she had travelled towards the gypsy camp, there was a strange feeling of tethering in her heart. She knew what it likely meant, but chose to put it aside for now. Instead, she began the slow process of healing the girl, cleaning up the wounds and infusing small amounts of her magical reserves in order to seal them fully. There would be no scars, and only small amounts of pain once the girl was awake and moving about - she was quite thorough with her healing.

By the time the sleeping spell would wear off though, a full day would have passed. Beside the bed, the yokai had returned to her fox form, curled up on the floor amongst a mass of fluffy tails. Having expended a decent amount of energy and effort in rescuing and healing the girl, the kitsune had chosen to rest whilst she waited.
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The Night Gypsy was nervous but would deny the fox nothing asked of her, walking through the portal, not really knowing what would happen to her. But hers was not a story to follow today, as Synneva found herself being swept off her feet. She tried to listen, but could not quite hear the whispered words of the kitsune, finding herself getting tired. Before she could even realize it, she found herself asleep, the magical sleep thankfully keeping what would have surely been horrible dreams of her trauma from becoming her night.

But the darkness of sleep did not last forever, her blue eyes opening up. She rose slowly, not used to moving freely when she woke up anymore, nor used to the feeling of waking from a long rest. She looked down, and saw all her cuts and bruises were gone, her skin fair and seemingly untouched. She looked around, and could only see a sink. She moved around on the bed, letting her legs down, her bare foot (for the Night Gypsies had taken her in the night as she was preparing for bed, so obviously she had no shoes left to her) felt something furry and she pulled back. She looked down to see a golden fox resting, with many tails all around her.

It was her rescuer, she knew. She had heard of Kitsune before, but never met one. Her mother had sang to her several stories of them, how they were powerful when they got to nine tails, dangerous, with moralities all their own beyond the wars of black and white. They were to be respected spirits and people, for trifling with them was bad, and one could just be whisked away never to be seen again if they wanted. Like... the Matriarch, and her daughter. And by the light, the things she saw this one do were frightening to behold. Still, despite warnings of her mother and witnessing her devastating powers, the fox had rescued Synneva, and seemed to have healed her too.

She looked up to the sink and her mind dreamed of water. "Excuse me, Miss Fox," she whispered, polite as she could as she stepped over the fox and got closer to the sink. Her own wandering tribe did not have sinks, though she had seen some when they traveled through cities. "How does it... Ah." She turned the... twisting thing she forgot the name of, and water came out, and she drank it down greedily as she could, trying to wipe away the memory of what she'd been made to drink sometimes for the taste of much fresher water.
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Unlike the gypsy, the kitsune's sleep was not dreamless; her mind was plagued by a multitude of memories and emotions, some long having been buried beneath a pursuit of knowledge and a melancholic existence of guarding a long-forgotten shrine. As tumultuous as her sleep was, her physical body didn't stir in the slightest, only moving with the gentle rise and fall of breathing.

Not until the girl spoke anyway, as sensitive ears twitched and perked up at the noise. Waking quickly, the fox unfurled her tails and looked towards the source of the sounds of trickling water and thirsty drinking. As to not frighten the girl, the fox shifted back to her humanoid form quietly, though she now wore an elegant white & purple kimono, as opposed to her lack of clothing the previous night.

"Hello. Are you feeling alright? I did my best to heal your wounds through natural methods." Her voice was softer this time, and higher in pitch; the kitsune had not cared for someone in a very long time, so the mannerisms and habits were not quite so easy to remember. Obviously the poor girl had been kept on the edge of starvation though, and not given nearly enough water. She'd have to procure something more solid than the local vegetation most likely, meaning a trip...could she risk leaving the girl alone, or did she go with her to get things?

Of course, providing the girl was amenable to staying. From what she'd overheard, it sounded like this girl had no one left, nor anything left to go back to. It was unusual for her kind to care so much so easily, but for this girl, the kitsune found her heart was starting break.
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She turned the water off and turned her head to see the utterly beautiful woman. So elegant was her dress that it made Synneva feel terribly underdressed in her ripped up, barely holding together gypsy garb. It also made her remember she had seen the fox woman a little less dressed the first time she appeared. The things that go above one's head when they are too overcome with other things. "I am alright, thank you," she replied. "Feeling better then I have for... a while."

She smiled gratefully, but the smile did not quite touch her eyes, as there was still so much pain there, even if her body was healed. But before she could lose herself utterly in the recent past, she felt and heard her stomach growl needily. "I... I wouldn't want to impose too much, Miss Fox, but is there any chance you might have something I could eat? I... I've barely eaten in days."
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A gentle smile occupied her expression as the girl mentioned that she felt better, at least relative to the night before. Of course, the kitsune now noticed the issue with the girl's clothing - it was still rather torn up, as she'd been focused upon the physical wounds, rather than the damage to her clothes. An oversight, really - she could attend to that later as well.

"Please, call me Sylvia. And I only have foraged food currently; berries, some nuts and a few vegetables. I can get something a bit more substantial but..." The yokai's smile faltered a bit, her brow furrowing in contemplation. "Would you be comfortable staying here by yourself for a little while? I wouldn't take long, but I understand if you would prefer not being left alone. But then the only alternative is to come with me - would you be okay with that?" It was a delicate situation for Sylvia, both as a carer and a guardian of the shrine - she was bound in more ways than one to making sure this girl was looked after while she was here.
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"Alone?" she repeated. There was a deep fear that came up in her from that word. ''Well, I... I've never really been alone." Even as a prisoner, she hadn't been left alone. She traveled in a group her entire life, something felt so wrong about being alone. "Would you mind me too much coming with you?" Well, she didn't exactly look prepared for outdoor travel at the moment, but a desperation to not find herself alone overtook her, half because she feared being alone, but another half to perhaps stave off her thoughts and feelings of her more lasting loneliness that sat in her mind ready to crush her spirit again in despair.

Sylvia was a pretty name. Oh, and Synneva realized quickly that she should give her own name as well. "My name is Synneva. Thank you for saving me."
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Never being alone? Even for a Gemini, she couldn't contemplate never having time to herself, not even for a few minutes. Being alone wasn't always lonely, after all. Then again, amongst gypsy culture, there was always a strong emphasis on the group so it was entirely unbelievable...still, it was another thing to add to the list of possible issues needing fixing.

"I would not mind at all. I can even see to getting your clothes fixed, or new ones, if you wish." Smiling brighter now, Sylvia offered a pale, slender hand to the young girl, her tails flaring up behind her. "It was my duty to do so. Crossing into my territory was already a grievance; to harm innocents on my land is unforgivable in those who have the freedom to choose not to. The young one... it is possible she was brainwashed, her capacity to reason inhibited by the teachings of her group. That is why she was given a second chance." Sighing faintly, Sylvia's smile turned a little sad, and then wistful. "You, on the other hand, were brought against your will. I could not simply let them kill you, especially not one so innocent as yourself."

Behind her, the tails began to glow that ephemeral blue once more, a portal opening beside them, a passage to her personal realm, where there was plenty of food, water and clothing to be found. As well as countless individuals who would be happy to help their Goddess.

"Come, Synneva. Let's get everything you need."
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Synneva took the hand offered to her, a smaller smile meeting the bright one of the fox. "Night Gypsies and Morning Gypsies have always fought, or so I've always heard," she said. "But I never really... thought about all the things I'd ever heard about Night Gypsies until they... they..." She shivered, and shook her head, preferring to not confront her fears and let them fade from her mind as she looked into the portal. She would nod and walk with the fox, not sure what she would find on the other side.

"Where is this place?" she asked curiously. "Or even that place, now that I think about it." She gestured back where the portal had been. "I don't know where I've been for a while, not even sure what country we were in." Gypsies were perhaps the least respectful of the normal rules of society besides the youkai, driving in and out of borders with or without a travel pass. She knew many landscapes and travelling paths, but still, she had never seen lands like these, and Night Gypsies had different trails to travel, it seemed, so she was taken far from any of the usual routes. It also showed she had little understanding of Kitsune abilities, having no idea she had left the world of Lore behind for the realm of Sylvia.
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