Kitsunegari (July catch-all)

[detectiveofthewest]

A: After the full moon

Heiji had been lucky to walk away from his run-in with Tal as well as he had -- a werewolf during this particular time of year was even more dangerous than usual. But he was still badly hurting, and he did not yet want to return to the Other Realm, where one of his own kind might see an excellent opportunity to take advantage of his wounds. Nor could he wander the streets as a human slowly bleeding through his clothing.

So instead he limped along quietly in the early hours of the morning in the least energy-intensive form he could. A small black fox, looking for a burrow to hole up in and lick his wounds.

B: You are cordially invited (July 7)

In light of his new title as well as his decision to stay in London for the foreseeable future, Heiji had had a home constructed for himself in Faery -- a little out of the way for his non-fae acquaintances to come visit him, but much less likely to arouse undue interest from any neighbors. It was a Japanese-style house, of course, with a small pond and cherry trees outside the windows.

Now he sat out the steps, sipping at his sake and waiting for company.

C: Fox hunt (Evening in Richmond Park, July 11th-ish)

Hoofbeats sounded in the distance, accompanied by the distant baying of hounds. A flit of red fur through the grass, and then the sounds of the dogs took on a new, excited cast. Panicked and frightened, the young fox ran blindly through the trees. The paths looked the same, the woods were unfamiliar. Meanwhile, the sounds of her pursuit was getting closer...

Heiji ran through the park, looking for any sign, but he'd lost sight of the hunting party. All he had to go on now was the baying of the hounds. There were thousands of foxes in London, and why hadn't she listened to him?

He grimaced as he charged through the grass. "Of all the rotten luck...!"

D: Choose your own adventure :')

Comments

a

[tippytoes]

Malia had vacated the pack house during the full moon. It's dangerous enough for her as a shapeshifter during the normal days, but this time of the month was out right suicide for her to stick around. For the three days of the full moon, she went back to her old world of the streets of London — although this time she had the money to snag a hotel room. It still made her skin crawl, especially the scent of the hotel room. Cleaning did little to mask the scents of the people who'd been there before and the things they had done.

Which was why she was out, in human form, in the middle of the night. At least out here there was fresh hair and the lack of the pungent smell of ammonia and cheap industrial laundry detergent.

In fact, there was one scent the caught her attention above all others. Malia stops in her tracks, glancing around, subtly sniffing the air. She's smelled that before, and she tracks the scent to a small hole where she crouches down and peeks inside.

"Are you okay?"

B

[entitles]

There weren't exactly too many Japanese-style homes in this part of the Other Realm - although Balem had never been to Japan he had seen enough pictures to know what one would look like - so he knew even from a distance that this new house must be Heiji's. He approached, long robe flowing out behind him.

"My, my. You're certainly moving up in the world."

[ C and oh nooo ; ; ]

[warmheartedly]

She's been out for a little stroll is all, going through the trees of the park for some solitude and peace. Perhaps spend an hour or most at the park before heading back to the shop. Mostly to calm herself from the roar of events that she feels overwhelmed her last month and to certainly assure herself that she can still go out without the worries of being eaten or something. (Can ghosts be eaten? That's a question that has been plaguing her for a while.)

One can forgive her for being on edge. More so when an animal (a fox) sprints pass by her as she was passing by a bush and she, for a frightened second, thinks back to what happened earlier.

"!!!" Is there a possible way to describe the sounds she made then? No. NO way. The best attempt is just this, "!!! Goodness!"

The fox seems to pay her no heed, running away... straight into some traps she knows have been set up earlier. She dismantled them earlier, clucking her tongue in disapproval of such dangerous things being here, but it doesn't hurt to give a warning. After she hides behind a tree to be sure. "Careful! There were some traps up ahead!"

She has no idea if the fox will understand her or not or hear her. Fingers crossed all the same.

A

[rules_winter]

She was on her own way back to her doorway to the Other Realm when she saw him. At first he was just a tiny black fox and she didn't realize who he was, his powers so weakened to be barely trickling through. But as she walked in the same direction as he, her own sure footsteps catching up to the limping tiny form something of familiarity brushed by her.

Mab might be just about the last choice most would have on who to stumble upon them vulnerable and weak. She was not particularly known for her kind and giving heart. Or having any heart at all. But Heiji was still more useful to her alive than dead. And he presented more of an opportunity to her right now that he, perhaps, ever might.

Her steps were quiet enough if he wasn't paying attention to more than survival he might not have noticed her. But just to be sure, her voice rang out in the quiet morning air. "Sir Heiji?" She stopped a few feet back from him, looking down at the sad looking bundle of fur.

for Malia (mid-July)

[detectiveofthewest]

It was a quiet night out in the suburbs, but Heiji had been growing increasingly uneasy during the past few days. It wasn't the fae's recent appearance in London; that had gone surprisingly well. And it wasn't his wounds, which had had more enough time to heal by now. It was something under his skin, something that filled him with a high, nervous energy that pacing the streets could only somewhat relieve.

He stopped as his ears caught the soft sound of clucking. Backyard hens settling in for the night, no doubt wired off and snug in a quaint wooden henhouse. Heiji took a step forward, then wavered, standing on the walk in front of the house, knowing he should keep walking but.

But.

For Snake

[detectiveofthewest]

Heiji picked up his book, tried to read a few lines, put it back down on the counter again. The cafe was pretty much empty by now, which was perhaps part of the problem -- nothing to distract him from the wait. He couldn't concentrate, which was irritating. And the reason he was getting all worked up was some guy he'd barely met, was was practically maddening.

He stared at the clock on the wall like it had personally offended him as he waited.