The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[NPCs]

The beast kitsune preens, nose lifting into the air, as she accepts the praise she's due. Still, after a short moment, she resends the two images, the feeling of a question stronger this time, with hints of... walking? Or rather, what is walked on. The direction?

[GamesMaster]

Tsuki sends an image of the family boat, making its way to the dock nearest their hideout. 

[NPCs]

A faint look of irritation flickers across the dire fox's face and she lets out a huff of air. She peers around the clearing, then rises to her feet and pads closer to Tsuki. Stopping only when her eyes are locked with the skinwalker's own mere inches away, she studies the young woman with uncanny focus.

[GamesMaster]

Tsuki holds her breath, watching the dire fox. "Do we have a deal?" she asks finally, in a whisper. 

[NPCs]

The irritation flickers, fading back behind a gleam of approval and... pride? Food, is the first image. Not tons of it, especially given her size, but some fairly choice bits. No fish either, something that's markedly notable in its absence for some reason. A small cave, filled with blankets and pillows and curtains over the opening. No, two caves, one with the dire fox in it and another with Tsuki right next to it. Or inside it? Or maybe the fox's is inside Tsuki's? Close by, linked, for sure. Sake, stories, brushes and ribbons. A third cave, no many caves. Just a blanket or two each, and much, much smaller, but filled with mundane foxes with features or details. They're near their two caves, among her family, but walking around without danger or threat. 

[GamesMaster]

Tsuki smiles. "Have you seen a two-legged kitsune?" She sends a message of her sister in her bestial form: furred like a red fox, but on two legs.

[NPCs]

There's a long, silent pause. The dire fox blinks slowly, an awkward expression creeping on her face. Then, tentatively, almost warily; a dire fox with red fur, a blurry human. The two beings together. Then together. A return of the image of Tsuki's sister paired with a sort of concerned, reluctant curiosity. 

[GamesMaster]

Tsuki laughs. "No, no." She shows a picture of their father, in bestial form, and their mother in human form. 

[NPCs]

A blank stare. Fox. Person. Fucking. Picture of her dad. Concern. 

[GamesMaster]

A picture of her grandfather and grandmother, in an old painting: bestial, fur-forms. "It goes back for hundreds of years."

[NPCs]

There's a vague sense of confusion, an uncertainty about... Ah. 'Hundreds of years' is too bizarre a concept for the dire fox to really grasp, though she seems to get it means 'a really long time' after a moment. There's a pause, then she shakes her head a little. An image of her sister, a sense of questioning about... about Tsuki's intent? Not in a vague or long term sense, but paired strongly with the image. 

[GamesMaster]

An image of the vixen, tearing into Seiya's husband, rescuing her. Her and her kits being around, nearby, to play with. Perhaps instead of other foxes?

[NPCs]

All the foxes! A pause, then, almost begrudgingly, my kits and mate and some cute foxes. Mine. Safe.

[GamesMaster]

your kits, your mate, some pet foxes that are willing to behave, and my sister and her kits, Tsuki agrees. 

[NPCs]

Subjects comes the firm correction. Mine.