Aison Blackwood

The kingdom was poor, but rich in nature and unusual creatures.

Mountain ranges surrounded the kingdom, and on top of all this wealth stood a huge castle, the black peaks of which reached far into the sky. Against the background of snow-covered thickets and mountains, the castle seemed impregnable and warlike. The medieval Gothic style, dark tones and relief of the building gave it mystery and invincibility.

A prince from a wealthy family, known for his belligerence, greed, cunning and bloodthirstiness, ruled the throne of his father for five years, who could not bear the heavy burden of a fatal illness. He died in agony.

His only heir, Aison Blackwood, never sought marriage, for him it was a waste of time. His job was to govern, trade, collect taxes and recruit for the king's army. The townspeople had no primsotra, except in cases of truly terrible crimes or desecrations. His eyes were the color of the purest amber. Long dark black hair fell over his shoulders in a wavy cascade to his waist. A stern face with chiseled features and a calm gaze, and an equally chiseled body, here and there covered with scars from battles and brutal fights.

The winters in the city were cold, damp and fluffy, and therefore, among all the furs in the country, the fur of the moon kitsune was prized. The fur of these creatures was waterproof, did not burn and retained heat for a long time. The population was sharply declining, despite the fact that these creatures were trusting and helped people, but after an open hunt, they began to run away. At the black market in the slums of the kingdom, when the prince himself came to buy goods with his maids and sorted through precious stones, checking their authenticity in the sun, he heard a quiet whine, as if someone wanted to attract his attention, and then curses from one of the merchants.

"Hm?..."