The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[GamesMaster]

"Honorable, intelligent kitsune-sama, with your fearsome claws and your long silky fur, please grant this unworthy one your aid." It seems when the Toukami folks grovel, they really know how to grovel; Tsuki gets on her knees and kowtows before the vixen. "Beautiful, fierce one, I have need of your strength."

[NPCs]

The vixen makes a soft chirring noise, her front paws flexing on the ground. Once Tsuki is peeking up, she gives a pointedly glance in the direction of the organ meat. Not that she's interested in being fed or anything.

[GamesMaster]

Tsuki rises, moving to pick out choice bits of the organ meat. "Of course, your worthiness would never be expected to work for free," she sings, offering the meat in a pile at the vixen's feet before backing up to let her eat in peace. "Refreshments for you."

[NPCs]

Before Tsuki can set the first piece down, the beast's neck twists with shocking speed and unnaturally sharp teeth pluck out the bit of liver without so much as a whisper of contact to Tsuki's skin. The dire fox instantly looks away again, though this time she's watching the skinwalker out of the corner of her eye as if waiting for something. 

[GamesMaster]

"Clever beastie," she coos. "Such a good girl. So fast." She picks up another piece, holding it out in a flat hand. 

[NPCs]

The dire fox's nose twitches, tail swaying slowly, which reveals the dual tips of it. It's not two entirely separate tails, upon a second, closer, look, but instead splits a third of the way away from the base. And as soon as Tsuki's eyes have moved to her tail, the crafty beast nips the offering from her hand. Swallowing, the fox lets out a pleased chuffling noise.

[GamesMaster]

"Good girl. You want more meats like this? Good organ meats?" She closes her eyes as she fishes out a third bit, focusing hard. Good meats, a warm dry place to sleep, and brushing your fur out every week so it shines all silky-smooth. In exchange you will destroy Clan Cicada's enemies for us. 

[NPCs]

There's a considering feeling pushed back at Tsuki, along with the feeling of the organ meat being nipped from her hand. Enemies? A voice that's not a voice, a inquiry for details. 

[GamesMaster]

Tsuki pictures the man she almost married, and his friends. 

[NPCs]

There's a pause as Tsuki could swear it feels/sounds like her brain is being sniffed at. Then, with an air of puzzlement, the dire fox sends two images side-by-side and also a little superimposed on each other. One is a featureless dire fox that is obviously male giving her come-hither eyes. The other is a slavering bear with mangy fur and wild eyes flailing around with his claws. 

[GamesMaster]

Tsuki hides a smile behind one hand, and sends back an image: a mangy, wild, snarling dire wolf clearly trying to mate despite being obviously repugnant. This she superimposes on the image of the one she was meant to marry. 

[NPCs]

BAD FALSE MATE.

[GamesMaster]

Tsuki starts, nearly falling over. "Yes," she says aloud to focus her thoughts. "Our enemy."

[NPCs]

The dire fox's ears tuck back, then she darts her head forward to give Tsuki's hand a lick. An impression follows, a sense of chasing competitors-- a wolf, a troop of kender, a griffon-- away from their territory. Then another, of the pack hunting down and killing... Is that a zombie?

[GamesMaster]

"You clever thing, you beautiful warrior," coos Tsuki.