10-25-2014, 01:37 AM
At first, things had been overwhelming. The sights, the sounds... the smells. It had taken years to get used to it all, to learn how to survive, and how to hunt. The hunting was a chancy thing at best, in the marketplace. Then again, the young brunette had only one target. White hair. Snowy ears and tail .... Just the thought brought to mind the horror of that night, when the town had burned and smoke tainted the air.
Sorrel wore a disguise to make sure the demon wouldn't recognize the youth he'd nearly killed ages ago. Only cowardice had saved him. Clad in black and brown, Sorrel walked through the market. There had been rumors of a fox demon, spirit, in the area. And now ... a simple glimpse proved that to be true.
The hunter crept through the crowd. Waited until he was close enough to this monster, and then stuck the point of his blade into the small of the fox's back.
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