"Do you know why Kitsune don't like you wolves? Because we're better,"
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When Y/n L/n, a Kitsune was forced to enroll in the Salvatore School, he had his reservations. He imagined a life filled with rules and responsibilities...
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He had no idea where he was or how he had arrived here, but an unshakable sense of danger gnawed at him. He knew he was being hunted. They were following him. He didn't know who or what they were, but he had glimpsed them several times. Shadows flitting behind twisted trees, eyes gleaming from the darkness, figures lurking just out of reach. At first, they seemed wary, but the longer they observed him, the bolder they became. He realised he needed to escape, and that's why he was now sprinting through the nightmarish forest.
The trees around him were grotesque, their forms twisted and gnarled as if tortured by some malevolent force. They were decaying, rotting from the inside out, and bleeding. Not metaphorically bleeding – he had seen it himself. Dark, viscous blood seeped from the bark, pooling at the base of the trunks. The same shade of crimson as the sky, a sky that had never changed since he arrived. It was perpetually cast in a dark red hue, devoid of sun or moon, casting a sickly colour over the entire landscape. He felt as if he were trapped within a crimson dome, an endless cycle of this godforsaken twilight.
Breathless, he stopped and leaned against a tree to catch his breath, but instantly recoiled when a chilling sensation engulfed his hand. He glanced down, finding his hand coated in the thick, red liquid. The tree let out a blood-curdling scream, an unearthly wail that echoed through the desolate forest. The tree fell, crashing to the ground with an even louder scream, and he heard them. The hissing, whispering calls from between the trees. They were communicating, and he knew what that meant.
Panic surged through him, and he started running again. He had to. He couldn't let them catch him because then he would be... Dead? No, that didn't feel right. It was something worse, something far worse than death that awaited him if he stopped. He pushed through the underbrush, branches clawing at his skin, shadows dancing at the edge of his vision. He had to keep moving, had to keep running because stopping meant facing whatever horror they intended for him. And deep down, he knew he couldn't allow that to happen.
But how long could he continue this pathetic game of cat and mouse? Because that's all he was to them, he was a mouse for them to play with and he knew that they saw this as a game and he was getting tired of playing, why was he here? Where is here?
"Getting tired already?" A new voice mocked him in the distance and he saw him, a figure just far enough to be engulfed in shadows, his appearance masked in the darkness.
"Who... Who are you?!..." He yelled, his lungs screaming for him to breathe as he came to a stop and stared at the shadow figure.
"I go by many names, but most recently, I've been called Void!"
"Void?" He paused, eyes squinting, that name sounded familiar, why did it sound familiar? "Do we know each other?!" He asked as he moved closer to the man but watched as the man just faded as he pushed through a tree and further away. "What's going on?!"
"We've known each other for a very long time," The man called out to him while fading through another tree.
"If that's true then help me! Where am I? Where... Why... Who... Who am I?!" He yelled out, his voice laced with desperation, he needed answers right now, he couldn't keep running like this for eternity, not knowing where he was, why he was here or even who he was.
