🦊Kitsune/Huli-Jing Matriarch
🦊Insufferable grandmother!
🦊Absolutely a bad influence on both children and adults.
🦊Please stop this woman!
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She is currently dragging a currently screaming human farther into the abandoned temple.
The moment she passes the threshold with her catch, the screaming goes silent. The interior of the temple becomes pitch black, the darkness as deep as the ocean abyss.
The temple floor is wet with blood, her light footsteps creating impressions in the thick carpeting of viscera and gore. There is a single soul left, their back pressed against her barrier. The fox hums softly, her focus taking in the shaking form in front of her. She then --
-- tosses her Dao away, the blade sinking into a nearby wall deep enough for stone to touch the hilt. What is her plan now?!
Her hand snaps out, clawed fingers wrapped around a slender throat like a collar. The last human is lifted off their feet, Kiru humming softly as --
-- try to escape, fearful of that gleaming blade that seems to wash itself of blood so easily. They would find themselves slammed against her barrier, a thick wall of aura that ensured this would be an utter annihilation.
"Ku~fufuhahahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Kiru, with her introduction out of the way, goes for the first (really second) blow. She hops up, reaching the second floor balcony of the temple. Her weapon snaps out like a serpent's jaws, flesh severed with the same easy as scissors cutting through paper. A head hits the --
-- for her to push forward and cut, the arc of her swing catching a second victim across their eyes. She creates arcs of blood that splatter across the walls and floor like paint. Oh, how the monks would cry out if they could see the temple so drenched in stolen life!
Some --
Kiru unsheathes her weapon, tossing the scabbard away. She takes a deep breath before raising her sword up to the sky. Then comes a single cut, the silvery blade slicing through stone and the poor lookout behind the door in one motion. Then she knocks on the door, the stone --
-- falling with a thunderous crash that calls the temple's attention upon her.
"Yes, yes. I suppose knocking is the best way to the say hello!~"
She takes a bow towards the multitude of various creatures and humans now pointing weapons at her.
"Do forgive me for coming --
"Ah~ It's been so long since I've had a chance to hold a sword. When was the last time I got a chance to practice?"
She's still walking, humming as she slowly makes her way to another abandoned temple. The crumbling stone and tile is infested with youkai and bandits, all of --
She's just going on a walk. Ignore the fact that she's taking a sheathed Dao with her. Ignore the fact that her grin is just dripping with ill intent.
It's fine.