Sitting on the bank of a running riverside. Looking upon her reflection, she slapped it in disgust. Trying again, to use her powers of illusion for a complete human transformation, but her two bushy fox tails always seemed to be there. She had been trying for over a year to perfect her trick, but before she could learn the final lessons terrible things happened that she wished she could forget. Some beings came in armor and shields to her home where the last bit of her kind sought refuge from the world. Her surviving only by her mother hiding her only precious kit in a basket and letting the nearby river take her. The cries of her family and her kind waking her from her dreams often, the shields with the dragon stabbed with a sword burrowed in her skull for as long as she lived.
She looked on at her illusion of a young female, in tight hachimaki clothes with a white and red kimono top, imitating a picture she had seen on a scroll. Her black hair against her pale skin, a tight bun with chopsticks through it. She held a blade saddled to her waist as it was only an illusion of a stick, but to many others her illusions could be quite real. From small flames, blades and other things to about her size, she could trick anyone that something was there when it was not. The biggest illusion she could do was change a donkey into a horse for her to ride. The illusions could only be done at a close proximity and only when she kept her mood and temperament. If she lost focused or her emotions or feelings got the better of her, the illusion would disappear. As a fail safe though, if she was ever in any danger, a kind of natural protection of being a kitsune was being able to turn invisible as a failsafe. Though, after performing intense illusions she would need to rest for a time. She seldom found food, mostly rats and berries, but if there was a meal at the ready, she didn't think stealing was out of the question. She had to survive too...
Traveling along the river, taking a boat across to another shoreline, after searching for months of anyone of her own kind, she sought to leave the place of her birth, too scared to returned to the place of her birth and too scared to relive the memories of her past. Anything larger than the fires she created or a campfire became a sudden concern for her and she never liked to stay long in a place as she seemed to only travel by the river's side...
She had tried to make friends in the past with humans, by slipping into an illusion, but due to her incomplete transformation, her tails remained and she would run off as a fox to gain distance. She found it was much easier to approach humans at night, to wayward travelers and explorers such as herself. She found it a great chance to learn of tales from far and wide and to see if her kind existed somewhere else, only to hear screaming in the morning when she couldn't hide her two vulpes tails in the shadows of night.
Washing off her face, she heard running and screaming nearby...
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