Fate brought me to you (bakudeku)

Tribe Of The Nine-Tailed Fox

Throughout many decades of generations, the nine-tailed foxes were the symbol of peace, prosperity, immortality, good luck and intelligence in the world. After the war had ended the remaining nine-tailed foxes were considered to be royalty with their majestic power, they built their tribe far away from the others, hidden from the world.

For a time they lived in peace and harmony, their tribe was hidden behind small mountains which were surrounded by the massive General Sherman tree and the deep bloody River of mortals.

After the elder leader of this tribe had passed away the next chief was the greatest warrior who fought in the evil God. Back in those days, he was known for his courage, strength, loyalty, bravery and determination. It is said that he was a moral emperor of a great empire before the war had started who loved his people more than his life. He made a promise to a God to bring peace and protection to his people who loved their emperor back. So the Gods listened to his promise, took his soul in exchange for peace and protection and making him immoral But as the saying goes

" promises never last forever, sooner or later they are broken and shrivel up into ash".

So after the great warrior had gained victory over the war, he was not welcomed as a hero but as a traitor. The God he had promised for peace and protection had distorted his empire, killed his men and warriors, took the souls of women and children and enslaved his two wives. Rage took over the great warrior and he challenged the evil God. Who accepted his pathetic challenge. The greatest warrior and the evil God, Over the next hundred years, had fought unit the skies had rained blood and stained the river. 

Finally after decades of pain and suffering the greatest warrior and emperor who lived had won and freed his people, who bowed on their kneel, thanking him with their lives and fled to the skies with their final goodbyes. His two wives were now the spirits of the afterlife, who came fourth him and kissed his ripping bloody lips one last time before giving their souls to him as thank you and a symbol of their love for him. After decades of battle, he fell on the harsh ash ground and finally rested his eyes. 

After some time had passed, he felt something so soft, warm and squish. Opening his eyes and first thing he saw were two big breasts and his hand on them. Confused and out of curiosity he squeezed them and no reaction. After years of no women's touch, he leaned closely and rested his face on them. It was cosy just like his wife's but they were no longer here. Gasping he sprained to his feet and saw the most beautiful creature before him. It seemed to look like a female except that it had long white pointy ears and what looked like nine tales coming from behind. Inspecting this female more closely she looked similar to the myths and legends of the nine-tailed fox.

Now that he noticed he wasn't outside on the battlefield anymore but in a beautiful handcrafted cave. With all different kinds of animal furs lying around, with one under the fox. Hanging from the ceiling of the cave were big lanterns filled with small light bugs, behind that woman was a stone table carved out of the cave, with some empty wooden bows, and other wooden stuff. Two more small wooden tables were next to it and had what looked like plants and herbs lying on brown and white fabrics.

The cave walls had small nails in them which had utensils, knives, a wood board, cookware and other kitchen items. There were many big and small cylinder drums with lids on top that like they were made of steel and had stuff in them as some of them looked like they were overflowing. There were many things in this den, it was probably the fox home. What stood out the most was the painting on the wall of the cave. The great warrior was so lost admire this beautiful cave that he did not notice that the fox had woken up.

"Do you like it great warrior?" said the fox from behind him. He went intense but kept calm as turned to look. The fox now was sitting up straight looking directly at him waiting for his response.