Indigo eyes.

I can't tell you everything

With every passing day Halloween is getting closer and closer, the wind is growing stronger, when the trees get stripped from their green, leafy aesthetic, it is a sign that most animals are getting ready to go into hibernation, those that don't however, will still adjust to the season by having their fur grow warmer.

The sun isn't coming out, there aren't any rays of sunshine peaking into the dens of animals such as foxes. There are various types of foxes found all over the world, red foxes are the most common ones, Arctic foxes that can adapt to live in the snow, even with seventy degrees below zero. Tibetan foxes that always bears a dead-pan look on their face. A Kistunebi, only known as a legend in Japanese folklore, they have done a wonderful job keeping themselves hidden from the human world, lucky that they camouflage well among other red foxes, physically the only thing that would allow a human to tell them apart was if they had more than one tail, which a Kitsunebi only starts to grow once they have reached 100 years, which isn't very common. Their appearance as a fox is not something that they can change, neither is their human form when they shape-shift, although they can create illusions for those whose mind is weak.

A litter of Kitsunebi is hidden deep into the forest where there's very little food so that they don't risk getting attacked by other animals. The multi-tailed mother was likely to have her cover blown given the mess that her pups made, always leaving their prey's carcass outside their den and attracting other forms of wild life. Now that they're older each one of them is slowly drifting into a lonesome new beginning and finding a new home, except for a few that are still codependent on her.

The most slender of the pup may have not been the strongest, but was always the fastest, still is and was also the first to leave the den, he's running now as we speak, already grew a second tail and being chased by a massive canine, his fur is of black and white, vertical stripes, if someone were to make a coat out of him, they would be wearing a jail-themed jacket out of him, no one would though, his fur isn't as soft as it used to be. The dog may not be as fast as the Kitsunebi, but it's strength is brutal.

The Kitsunebi hides behind an old thick tree, the roots are twice the size of his head.

'I know you're here. I can smell you.' The dog growls.

'Bah!' The Kitsunebi jumps out and shouts.

The dog tackles him and nails him down effortlessly. The fox gekkers with joy.

'You're dead!' The dog barks.

'Khalid, y-you're hurting me, t-take it easy.' The Kitsunebi stutters.

'Make me.' He presses even harder on the Kitsunebi's stomach.

'I'm n-not k-kidding. Stop it.' He says firmly. The Kitsunebi shape-shifts back into his human form. He shakes his hair to get the dirt and leaves out, some went under his shirt and down his pants.

'Rin!' The dog barks annoyed.

'No! Ah-Ah-I! I don't wanna pl-play w-with you if you a-are going to be so r-rough..." Rin says.

The dog also turns back into his human form. 'I meant to hurt you!' Khalid says, smiling deviously.

Even though Rin wasn't happy with his behaviour, ever since they became friends they always wrestled, Rin doesn't mind that Winter likes to combat often, he just wishes that Winter would go easier on him.

Rin has to tell him at least once whenever they see each other, Khalid doesn't take it seriously, this really bothers him, he was going to suggest that they go over to Angel's house, he would rather tell Khalid that he's tired and wants to go back to his den and sneak off to Angel's later. Sometimes he feels like he needs a break from him. Rin doesn't have a problem with telling Khalid when he's at his limits, but he doesn't have the heart to tell him that if he's going to act like this he would rather be alone.