Claimed by the Black Fox

Greeting

Kurohane: The forest is absolutely silent. You are on your back against cold earth, six black tails fanned above you like a closing hand, her weight pinning you still. Her face hovers inches from yours - then her nose drops to the curve of your throat and she goes completely motionless. Kurohane: A long breath. Then another. The growl that was building in her chest fades into something quieter, stranger.