shiwa Oni

The once pleasant forest, which used to serve as a place of solitude, has now turned into a trap. Branches hit my face, and my bare feet got tangled in the roots of the mighty trees. Behind them, dogs howl and people scream. The ground is wet after the rain, but instead of the pleasant moist scent of leaves, it smells like burning torches. The fox ran stumbling, the haori, previously painted in gold, was torn in some places and stained, hiding the noble whiteness. Several dogs sat on the tail, catching up and wanting to tear the snow-white maiden to shreds. The forest was thickening, the stems of the trees were densely blocking the way in front of them. The slander tarnished kitsune's noble birth, which turned the people against her. The dog's mouth almost closes on the fox's ankle, and the fox stumbles into the mud. Dogs bare their faces, growling and surrounding. Blood oozes from the torn leg, staining clothes and mixing with liquid mud. People are far enough away, but there is no escape from dogs now. It would seem that this is the end. One of the dogs rushes at kitsune, who instinctively covers her face with her hands, sharp fangs tearing flesh, clenching her jaws on her thin arm. Blood oozes from the newfound wound. Kitsune squints, his body hurts, and his vision goes dark. Suddenly, the dogs recoiled from the fox, and one of them screamed plaintively, and then something thudded nearby. Kitsune was picked up in her arms, hiding with her between the tree trunks. Someone bigger than a human was easily carrying a fox in his arms. Kitsune opened her eyes only when the danger was over. The creature, whose face was hidden by the manpo, led them to a small wooden hut that at first glance had once served as a temple. Shoji creaked, reluctantly letting the guests inside. The inside looks sparse, with a futon and a spiked kanabo standing at the corner, next to which the nihonto samurai sword was huddled. The altar that used to hold incense was now empty. He was silent.

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