1. Momoshiro

    Private Home Away From Home

    Momo’s ears flicked at the playful bump, and for a moment he glanced down at her with a look of quiet amusement. The threat of hearing about Guffy’s imagined rise through the ranks seemed to weigh heavily upon him, though whether he was truly concerned or merely indulging her was difficult to...
  2. Momoshiro

    Private Your fangs, and mine

    Momo had just enough time to register the movement beneath Rois's bandages before the world opened its mouth. There was no warning. No gradual manifestation. One instant he was standing before the butcher, and the next there were teeth. Great, yellowed things erupted into existence around him...
  3. Momoshiro

    Private Your fangs, and mine

    Momo stopped. Not abruptly, and certainly not in response to the threat. He simply allowed his next step to remain unfinished, one foot settling quietly against the earth as his attention returned to Rois. The question was different this time. There was still anger in it, still that sharpness...
  4. Momoshiro

    Private Home Away From Home

    Momo was quiet for a little while after Osytha finished, though there was no discomfort in the silence. His attention had shifted from the little dragon to her, crimson eyes resting gently upon her face as he listened. He hadn't expected the story, perhaps, but there was something about the way...
  5. Momoshiro

    Private Your fangs, and mine

    Momo stopped, turned back and listened. He did not interrupt when Rois's voice rose, nor did he react when the threats became more explicit. The foxkin simply stood there, watching the man in front of him with the same quiet attentiveness he had shown from the beginning. If anything, Rois's...
  6. Momoshiro

    Private Your fangs, and mine

    Momo did not answer immediately. The insult itself seemed to pass over him at first, not because he had failed to understand it, but because he was still looking at Rois with the same quiet attention he had given the doe. His head tilted slightly, white ears angling forward as he considered the...
  7. Momoshiro

    Private Home Away From Home

    Momo watched the little dragon with quiet fondness, his expression softening as Osytha regarded it with such open wonder. The creature had none of the great, imposing presence it had possessed when they fought; instead, its long serpentine body coiled loosely around Momo's forearm, tiny clawed...
  8. Momoshiro

    Private Your fangs, and mine

    Momo had felt it before he ever reached the trees. A wrongness had brushed against the edge of his awareness while he was passing through the outskirts of the forest, faint enough that he might have mistaken it for the lingering residue of some old curse. But there had been something familiar...
  9. Momoshiro

    Open Surely we'll sing of no little thing

    Momo had never been a stranger to drinking, nor did he have any particular objection to the idea of spending an evening unwinding with good company. He understood the appeal well enough. After a day like this one, when tomorrow promised danger and uncertainty, there was something sensible about...
  10. Momoshiro

    Open Future in the Fog

    Momo had remained quiet through most of the introductions, listening with the same patient attention he gave to everything else. His eyes wandered from one speaker to the next, lingering on each face for a moment before moving on. He had little to add while names and titles were being exchanged...
  11. Momoshiro

    Private Home Away From Home

    Momo walked quietly beside her for several moments, his attention wandering between the path beneath their feet and the soft movements of the world around them. The stream had long since fallen behind, but he could still feel the little spirits lingering in his awareness, their presence faint...
  12. Momoshiro

    Open Welcome to Barrow Falls

    The statue did not hurry. It simply stood there, impossibly tall and utterly still, its iron wings scraping against the buildings on either side of the street. Rust flaked from its body with every minute movement, drifting down like reddish snow. Beneath the folds of its weathered robes, ancient...
  13. Momoshiro

    Private Home Away From Home

    The brook murmured softly over smooth stones, its voice scarcely louder than the breeze weaving through the amber grasses. Momo lingered on the near bank for only a heartbeat, watching Osytha and Guffy negotiate the crossing with quiet amusement. The dog's hesitant calculations drew the faintest...
  14. Momoshiro

    Private Fox in the Hen House

    The gentle tug at his sleeve stopped him far more effectively than any shouted plea could have. Momo looked down at the delicate hand clutching the yellow fabric of his robe, then slowly raised his eyes to meet hers. Fear was easy to recognize. It looked different on everyone, yet it always...
  15. Momoshiro

    Open Future in the Fog

    Rain gathered quietly upon the porch, tiny beads collecting along the yellow folds of Momo's robes before slipping soundlessly onto the weathered boards below. A stray droplet landed atop one of his snow-white fox ears, earning a brief flick of irritation before it settled once more. Behind him...
  16. Momoshiro

    Open Future in the Fog

    The marshlands did not breathe. That was the first thing Momoshiro noticed as he crossed another stretch of waterlogged earth, sandal-clad feet sinking softly into the saturated ground before pulling free again with quiet, wet sighs. Marshes were never truly silent. Somewhere there should have...
  17. Momoshiro

    Private Fox in the Hen House

    The forest had gone quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet that followed a rainfall, when the world seemed content to slow down and listen to the gentle rhythm of water dripping from the leaves. This was different. This silence carried weight. It settled over the trees unnaturally, pressing...
  18. Momoshiro

    Private Drums in the Deep

    The warning reached him a heartbeat too late. Not through his ears. Through his mind. Momoshiro... We do not have time. Her voice cut cleanly through the roaring storm, untouched by the wind or crashing waves. It found him where he knelt beside a sailor pinned beneath a shattered section of...
  19. Momoshiro

    Private Home Away From Home

    Momo listened with the kind of quiet attention that made it clear he was not merely hearing her explanation, but genuinely trying to understand it. His crimson eyes followed each careful movement of her hands as she turned the bronze dial, lingering on the engraved symbols before shifting back...
  20. Momoshiro

    Open Welcome to Barrow Falls

    The bell tolled again. The sound seemed to tear through the world itself. For the briefest instant, every creature flooding the square stopped as one. Twisted heads snapped toward the church that loomed above the town, impossibly distant and unnervingly near all at once. Then, as if some...
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