MythTale

A kitsune,
A werewolf,
A puppet,
A mistake.

The cliff that was a home nurtured a kitsune, how long have I been here? The kitsune asked itself. The kitsune scratched a line on the cliff's wall. There were a 4 years worth of lines.

An empty pile of cloth was present, marking the bed of the kitsune. The kitsune stared at the distant flames of joy in a snow filled town. Many mythical creatures were about to celebrate a feast for every year. The kitsune sighed, then hung up a lantern to celebrate also on his own. The lantern lit up, a small blue flame inside it, flickering in a small hissing sound.

The kitsune wore on a cloak that was a brown color, then, it hopped down from the cliff. Spreading out it's wings. This was not a normal kitsune, this was a dragon-kitsune. These species were rare, having said to spread flames that were the same colors as their markings.

The kitsune made itself look like a wolf once landing, and used a few coins to pay for some food, then returned to the forest that was near the cliff. The kitsune flew up to the cliff again, and ate some food, staring at a picture of itself and a werewolf.

Then, it went to the pile of cloth after taking off the brown cloak, and slept with its tails acting like a blanket for itself. It looked at the tiny flame in the lantern, then it closed its eyes.