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Tiny flecks of flame disperse across the land, casting the earth alight with vibrant, crimson fire. Golden sparks of savage heat scatter, rendering all to nothing but a pale ash. The distant sounds of agonized screams grow ever quiet, leaving only the sounds of crackling flame. Once proud trees reduced to powder - houses formed of stone and glass crack and melt, and are eventually singed into nothing. Grass is cast alight and freed from the confines of the soil, and thus it takes to the sky. Minute embers float about, their heat eventually dying and allowing the ashen substances to sink back onto the earth. Whatever life their once was, has been cleared away. Consumed by the unnatural flames, and reduced to a substance that can only fertilize the scorched land. For miles around, there is nothing.

The only movement belonging to the fire as it waves beneath the hand of the unseen wind. Seeming to be stirred by an unseen force, it dares not reach out to claim what lies well within this reach. This land has been claimed by the flame, and the fire has decided that it is content with all that it had consumed. All at once, the flames recede. They press away from the untouched earth that lies around them, forcing the heat to pool in the center-most point. The deep red fire condenses into a nearly black mass of scorching heat. Smaller and smaller, the flames press into their own frame, as if seeking to collapse onto themselves. Abruptly, they scatter. Dozens of clot-red embers break away from the mass of fire, and thus they begin to expand.

The small bundles of heat gradually grow lighter in color, and alter their shapes in order to become something incredibly unique. One by one, these little flaming orbs take on their true posture, and shed their phantom outlines. Foxes adorned with fur of red and gold come to stand proudly among the ashes, their tails remaining as the only proof as their connection to the fire. Flaming whisps of violet of blue form the supernatural tails of these unnatural beasts, radiating the powerful heat contained within their bodies. No two foxes bear the same marks or patterns, making it all the more clear how unique they are by comparison to each of their companions. Uninfluenced by what remains of the mass of nearly ebony flame, the pint sized foxes begin to idly roam the landscape, seeming to be studying their singed surroundings.

As they do so, the fiery mass that has been left unchecked begins to alter its shape to reveal its true form. Nine crimson tails form and mingle, swiping idly in every direction to clear away the unrequired heat. Bit by bit, the elegant flame of a red bodied fox is exposed. In time, the beast is freed from its heated cloak, allowing it to stand proudly in the massive expanse of ashen land. Soft white decorates its otherwise crimson face, making it appear to be little more than a gracefully placed mask. Were there any living beast of natural frame around to look upon this creature, they would be able to proclaim that it was nothing but a creature of destruction and beauty. Slowly, the animal steps about, shifting so that it may look about the newly claimed land without moving from its initial place.

Upon taking in the complete three-hundred and sixty degree view of its land, the beast points its mask like muzzle to the sky to release a tremendous sound. The noise is loud and proud, quite like the songs that are so elegantly played at the finest of operas. The harmonious sound draws the scattered pyre foxes near, and they gather around their absolute ruler to gaze in awe upon their frame as their crimson fur takes on a new hue. The deep red of its coat quickly bleeds away, leaving behind only vibrant, golden hair. The white remains on its face, forcing the giant fox to keep the false mask that it so naturally wears. Each of its nine tails sway about graciously, adding to the natural pride portrayed by the very stance of the creature.

All around, the pint six foxes bark and yip excitedly, and they prance about as if eager to play. Calmly, the creature bows its elegant head, but as contrast its tails began to flail wildly. The golden extremities burst to life with bright, godly flame, which wraps around the body of the supernatural fox. The flames glow bright enough to blind any who would peer onto them. Even the pyre foxes are unable to keep from shielding their eyes, they are so humbled by the presence of the fire. The light changes shape in a matter of seconds, only to scatter as a flurry of white-hot sparks. A miniature firework show appears and dazzles the small foxes for nearly a minute, and upon departing, a woman of untold beauty is left kneeling in its wake.

A single kitsune tail idly sways from side to side behind her, and the unmistakable ears of a fox lie calmly atop her head. A porcelain fox mask rests calmly over her face, blocking her real beauty from the onlooking eyes of the pyre foxes. Deeply moved by the display, the small creatures burst into a flurry of howls and bark, encouraging their master to expose her true face. Unbothered by the noise, she calmly pried the porcelain cover from her frame, exposing her natural elegance to all who were around to witness it. A face bearing no mark of blemish was left unexposed, portraying nothing aside from tranquil calm, despite the surrounding destruction. Soft eyes of blue and green idly examine the ash laden land, and they grow softer with the appearance of her smile.

Slowly, she rises in order to stand upon her bare feet. She idly shifts her toes through the pale ash, enjoying the subtle texture and warmth of the soot. Calmly, she raises a hand, and murmurs a set of words that are incapable of being understood by human ears. One by one, the flame-tailed foxes are wrapped in pale blue flame. The azure embers shrink and condense, becoming little more than small beads of fire. Without hesitation, the flaming specks rise into the air and form a spiral around their master. In mere moments, they bind together and form a glowing, marvelous necklace that dangles from her pale fingers. In the end, only a single fox remains, and that lone kit pounces onto her shoulders to rub its muzzle against her cheek.

A soft sound similar to a laugh escapes her, and she calmly slips the glowing beats around her neck to ensure that her followers remain near. Gently, she raises a hand to pet the head of the remaining fox, a soft hum escaping her as she beings to walk forward. She seeks flee the destroyed land, if only for a short time. She is well aware of the approach of her counterpart, who will appear to lay a layer of frost atop the ashen remains of the landscape. Then they will meet once more, and wait for the ice to melt. The land will return to its natural state, and they will remain as the rulers of the small eden until their interest is drawn elsewhere. She hummed a soft tune as she traversed the soon to be perfected land, the melody hinting at a sadness that she was unwilling to explain to any.

This was a creature of destruction that had been to hell and back. None existed that could undo her agony, but in time, someone capable of mending her wounds was bound to appear. Until then, she would wait. She would destroy and heal the land to pass the time, but nonetheless, she would wait. Her patience would be well worth the effort, she had faith in that much...

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Tiny flecks of flame disperse across the land, casting the earth alight with vibrant, crimson fire. Golden sparks of savage heat scatter, rendering all to nothing but a pale ash. The distant sounds of agonized screams grow ever quiet, leaving only the sounds of crackling flame. Once proud trees reduced to powder - houses formed of stone and glass crack and melt, and are eventually singed into nothing. Grass is cast alight and freed from the confines of the soil, and thus it takes to the sky. Minute embers float about, their heat eventually dying and allowing the ashen substances to sink back onto the earth. Whatever life their once was, has been cleared away. Consumed by the unnatural flames, and reduced to a substance that can only fertilize the scorched land. For miles around, there is nothing.

The only movement belonging to the fire as it waves beneath the hand of the unseen wind. Seeming to be stirred by an unseen force, it dares not reach out to claim what lies well within this reach. This land has been claimed by the flame, and the fire has decided that it is content with all that it had consumed. All at once, the flames recede. They press away from the untouched earth that lies around them, forcing the heat to pool in the center-most point. The deep red fire condenses into a nearly black mass of scorching heat. Smaller and smaller, the flames press into their own frame, as if seeking to collapse onto themselves. Abruptly, they scatter. Dozens of clot-red embers break away from the mass of fire, and thus they begin to expand.

The small bundles of heat gradually grow lighter in color, and alter their shapes in order to become something incredibly unique. One by one, these little flaming orbs take on their true posture, and shed their phantom outlines. Foxes adorned with fur of red and gold come to stand proudly among the ashes, their tails remaining as the only proof as their connection to the fire. Flaming whisps of violet of blue form the supernatural tails of these unnatural beasts, radiating the powerful heat contained within their bodies. No two foxes bear the same marks or patterns, making it all the more clear how unique they are by comparison to each of their companions. Uninfluenced by what remains of the mass of nearly ebony flame, the pint sized foxes begin to idly roam the landscape, seeming to be studying their singed surroundings.

As they do so, the fiery mass that has been left unchecked begins to alter its shape to reveal its true form. Nine crimson tails form and mingle, swiping idly in every direction to clear away the unrequired heat. Bit by bit, the elegant flame of a red bodied fox is exposed. In time, the beast is freed from its heated cloak, allowing it to stand proudly in the massive expanse of ashen land. Soft white decorates its otherwise crimson face, making it appear to be little more than a gracefully placed mask. Were there any living beast of natural frame around to look upon this creature, they would be able to proclaim that it was nothing but a creature of destruction and beauty. Slowly, the animal steps about, shifting so that it may look about the newly claimed land without moving from its initial place.

Upon taking in the complete three-hundred and sixty degree view of its land, the beast points its mask like muzzle to the sky to release a tremendous sound. The noise is loud and proud, quite like the songs that are so elegantly played at the finest of operas. The harmonious sound draws the scattered pyre foxes near, and they gather around their absolute ruler to gaze in awe upon their frame as their crimson fur takes on a new hue. The deep red of its coat quickly bleeds away, leaving behind only vibrant, golden hair. The white remains on its face, forcing the giant fox to keep the false mask that it so naturally wears. Each of its nine tails sway about graciously, adding to the natural pride portrayed by the very stance of the creature.

All around, the pint six foxes bark and yip excitedly, and they prance about as if eager to play. Calmly, the creature bows its elegant head, but as contrast its tails began to flail wildly. The golden extremities burst to life with bright, godly flame, which wraps around the body of the supernatural fox. The flames glow bright enough to blind any who would peer onto them. Even the pyre foxes are unable to keep from shielding their eyes, they are so humbled by the presence of the fire. The light changes shape in a matter of seconds, only to scatter as a flurry of white-hot sparks. A miniature firework show appears and dazzles the small foxes for nearly a minute, and upon departing, a woman of untold beauty is left kneeling in its wake.

A single kitsune tail idly sways from side to side behind her, and the unmistakable ears of a fox lie calmly atop her head. A porcelain fox mask rests calmly over her face, blocking her real beauty from the onlooking eyes of the pyre foxes. Deeply moved by the display, the small creatures burst into a flurry of howls and bark, encouraging their master to expose her true face. Unbothered by the noise, she calmly pried the porcelain cover from her frame, exposing her natural elegance to all who were around to witness it. A face bearing no mark of blemish was left unexposed, portraying nothing aside from tranquil calm, despite the surrounding destruction. Soft eyes of blue and green idly examine the ash laden land, and they grow softer with the appearance of her smile.

Slowly, she rises in order to stand upon her bare feet. She idly shifts her toes through the pale ash, enjoying the subtle texture and warmth of the soot. Calmly, she raises a hand, and murmurs a set of words that are incapable of being understood by human ears. One by one, the flame-tailed foxes are wrapped in pale blue flame. The azure embers shrink and condense, becoming little more than small beads of fire. Without hesitation, the flaming specks rise into the air and form a spiral around their master. In mere moments, they bind together and form a glowing, marvelous necklace that dangles from her pale fingers. In the end, only a single fox remains, and that lone kit pounces onto her shoulders to rub its muzzle against her cheek.

A soft sound similar to a laugh escapes her, and she calmly slips the glowing beats around her neck to ensure that her followers remain near. Gently, she raises a hand to pet the head of the remaining fox, a soft hum escaping her as she beings to walk forward. She seeks flee the destroyed land, if only for a short time. She is well aware of the approach of her counterpart, who will appear to lay a layer of frost atop the ashen remains of the landscape. Then they will meet once more, and wait for the ice to melt. The land will return to its natural state, and they will remain as the rulers of the small eden until their interest is drawn elsewhere. She hummed a soft tune as she traversed the soon to be perfected land, the melody hinting at a sadness that she was unwilling to explain to any.

This was a creature of destruction that had been to hell and back. None existed that could undo her agony, but in time, someone capable of mending her wounds was bound to appear. Until then, she would wait. She would destroy and heal the land to pass the time, but nonetheless, she would wait. Her patience would be well worth the effort, she had faith in that much...