Hattori Heiji (
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Kitsunegari (July catch-all)
A: After the full moon
B: You are cordially invited (July 7)
C: Fox hunt (Evening in Richmond Park, July 11th-ish)
D: Choose your own adventure :')
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 :')
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It was only in the shadows there that he changed into his larger form. His fur blended into the darkness easily, which helped. He didn't like being out in the open. "I'm fine. I know what help would cost me."
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Her eyes lifted toward the sun already partially risen on the horizon. "To protect you or make you safe would require a favor in return. If not now then sometime down the line." After all, none of the fae were really into charity. "This is our nature. What has lain low a fae knight?"
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He didn't mind giving her a bit of information, though, so long as she let him be. "A werewolf was on the loose. He had my scent."
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Her head turned a little as though looking for said werewolf. Even in human form a wolf could track a scent. His blood dripped down the sidewalk in the direction he had come. "I see. Do you know who it was?" If nothing else it would tell her of whom to be wary.
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"The attack was sudden. I was incautious."
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"Yes." She said dryly, "I can see that." Foxes could be remarkably quick. And he was fae, she had no doubt he could hold his own in a fight or he would not have gained as much power as he had. "So you did not identity your attacker?"
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