Hina sat at the shrine in her fox form. She'd been particularly tired as of late and was hoping to regain her strength by reading the prayers that had been left at the death gods shrine. The shrine she was bound to for another eight hundred years or so.
They close their eyes for a moment while walking, remembering what their sister used to sing to them. It was a thing they did for years. The wolf hears a shuffle, and Summer snaps their eyes open. ‘But I’m alone...’
They quickly run over to a bush, and puts on their hood, hiding the wolf ears underneath.
I just realized that I didn’t put what the characters look like on the form, so just do you can put an image of what my OC looks like, they have brown short hair, purple eyes and a bandage on there face. My OC is wearing a black and purple hoodie and black leggings with converse))
"I'm Hina, now could you please help me." Hina said in her most adorable voice. She hoped it could earn her enough pity points from the human to help her. Hina just then realized that this could be the mortal that set the trap
What does your OC look like? Just for future dialogue when I’m Describing some cute and angsty scenes >;D))
Summer’s anxiety kicks in and looks at the person in front of them. ‘should I trust them? What if they find out I’m not human? What if they k’ll me?!’ They try not to think about it, even if their heart was beating fast and their breathing was picking up slightly.
( she's a cutie with long dark green hair and pink eyes and she's wearing a pink kimono with a pink shaw)
Hina decided to try a more benevolent approach due to realizing that the human didn't seem sympathetic "okay listen mortal, I'm a kitsune and I work for the death god. Helping me could get you rewarded greatly." Hina said I her most powerful voice which sounded adorably angry
Summer looks at the person and gasps at the new sudden form. Hina looked impatient, so they stood up. “I-I’m Summer...Um-sorry about alerting you from-w-what you were doing-um...sorry, I’ll just go...” Summer looks at the floor, heat forming over their face from embarrassment.