Recent content by Himitsu

Another snap of lightning, another crack of thunder, as the stormy gale swept across the clearing, bowing trees and rolling the rain in a thick sheet in front of it. The mud splashed around the men's feet as they charged, overhead the arcs of arrows scattering the rain as they arced through the...

“... demon ogres? What are -- you know what, no, I’m sure I don’t want to run into one regardless,” the Kitsune laughed, taking another long draw from her mug. She didn’t drink to savor the flavor or enjoy the moment -- she drank as an ends to a means. Usually that was to reach that blessed...

Golden eyes rested on him as he spoke, a smile playing over the red lips belonging to his white-haired companion. Mitsy had shifted back to her “normal” human form, in order not to draw more attention to them, her hair braided back out of her face and her tonfa tucked at the small of her back...

Mitsy had her hands on him. He was breathing, looking up at her with this expression she couldn’t quite decipher -- red, perhaps at the use of her petname for him, but also… happy? Or at least, not angry or hurt or any of the things she would have expected from someone who had just had a giant...

Mitsy glanced up at him over the rim of her mug at the sudden change in the pitch of his voice; one of the perks of more acute hearing like she had was that she could detect much more subtle shifts in tonality and quality of people’s voices than most normal humans. It was handy especially to try...

Pebbles and smaller chunks of shattered rock scattered underneath the Kitsune’s feet as she dipped around the stoneskin ogre, crouching near it’s head as her ears tuned to it, listening intently to its breathing. Steady, rhythmic. It wasn’t dead, then, just unconscious. Exactly what they’d hoped...

The cracking impact of rock against her tonfa sent the magically imbued-blades vibrating hard in her palm, making her jump back and shake her hands with the weapons still grasped in them. It was only the fact that they had been built to withstand nearly any attack, magical strength folded into...

Mitsy kept that despondent expression up for just a moment longer as he burst into laughter -- enough to potentially scare or unnerve a man of lesser judgement -- but couldn’t keep it on much longer. Not with his infectious laughter pealing through the room, and the Kitsune broke into a big...

Mitsy didn’t bother to argue with him over the finer points of there being better things to live for than dying; she personally didn’t agree, but that was neither here nor there and she wasn’t interested in some deep therapy session or some attempt at converting her to seeing the joys in life or...

The Kitsune was comfortable, now, clad only in her pants and that loose white shirt, her feet propped up on the bed and her large, black-tipped fox ears swiveling ever so slightly as one sound or another caught her attention. She was only half-listening -- quarter-listening -- to what was going...

Mitsy leaned back in his seat, hands looped behind his head, grinning like mad the entire time that Faurosk peered at the mirror-image-that-wasn’t-a-reflection-at-all in front of him. He didn’t seem to mind the closer inspection as the mage leaned forward, though at the proffered deal, Mitsy...

Mitsy drew up next to Touma, her golden eyes flicking over the situation in front of her, taking it all in. Touma, breathing a bit harder, the stone-skin ogre in front of them still on its feet but in obvious pain as it opened and closed its hands repeatedly. A low rumble welled up from it -- it...

Mitsy certainly couldn’t say that she didn’t enjoy the expression of shock on his face -- that part never got old. It also never got old that half the time that was followed up by attempts to shoot her or stab her or hit her with fireballs… all of which she preferred to deal with now if that was...

Mitsy’s sharp golden eyes watched him as he worked; her people were naturally gifted in many magical disciplines, but she personally had really only excelled at two. The use of kitsune-bi, her fire… and the faces. She’d always had an eye for faces, picking them and their mannerisms up with...

The white-haired woman let her leather vest dangle off one finger as she shot him a look, one eyebrow arching slightly as she took in the slight color that sprang to his cheeks. The grin that slid across her lips was damn near wicked, but she didn’t say anything, just let the leather vest loop...