hasunix (hasunix) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-06-18 16:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | greed, naomi |
Who: Greed and the kitsune (Naomi)
What: Run-ins and acquaintances. Possibly also ice-cream.
When: Friday evening (6/18/10)
Where: Central Park, NYC
The kitsune had built a den, in Central Park, in her month away from the penthouse. It was more comfortable than a bed, really - especially in summer, when the daytime heat made it so hard to sleep, and the babble of humanity flooded in through the open windows. The penthouse was still her 'home,' for now - it was where she usually slept, where her things were stored, where her cousins stayed. Or her cousin, now, with 'kaachan gone.
But the den was most comfortable. The kitsune hated finery, with the squeamish flinch of one who had spent her life in the working class, and was quite content to stay there, thank you. It was cool, and safe, at least if it wasn't raining. And neechan couldn't find her there - at least, not easily - which made it a safe refuge if she turned grasping again. She visited, slept and defecated there often enough to keep others away, and called it an investment.
She yawned, stretching, and stared up at the city-brightened sky. It was a nice night, for once - much cooler than the day had been - and she was hungry. And that was all that had to matter right now, despite the cell phone in a ziplock baggy, in her den.
She turned, and pounced at a grasshopper, five tails outstretched for balance. It lept away, mockingly, and she ran happily to chase it.
There were few enough people in this part of the park for her to take her true shape, without illusions. Right?
[ooc: Does this look okay? I can edit it, if need be. .////.]