Angel looked up suddenly, as she heard something, her eyes widening slightly as she sniffed at the air. Her tail swayed back and forth as her ears flicked towards the direction of the sound. She had been digging in the dirt, using her fingers, but now she was alert and still. Then, as quick as she could, she darted into the forest, if anyone saw her, she was just a red streak, darting away from the sound as she ran through the grounds, she had the newly gained strength and speed of a fox to help her as her legs and hands carried her forward.
Being in this place had almost made her forgot how to be human, but the part of her that remembered knew how the others got caught on a regular basis and they were never seen again and so she darted into the forest. Sniffing at the air, she soon found a familiar scent and followed it back into the fox den she had made a few months ago when she had first been dropped into this place and made as the first kitsune, half-fox, half-human. She darted into the hole and curled up, watching the entrance for any signs of any movement, or listening for any sounds as she tugged at her torn, dirt caked dress. It was a shame, she had once liked the dress, but with her new instincts, it had soon become torn up and ripped up as she touched the dirt beneath her, scratching the loose dirt to the side with her hands as she watched the entrance to her fox hole warily, listening for sounds, her milky brown eyes studying the trees and nature just outside of her foxhole for any signs of movement.
She let out an almost warning growl, her pointed teeth baring as she growled and then a fierce blush spread across her face. She had to remember she was human at one point in time, not a feral animal, but her instincts instructed her to growl again, her ears pushing back to lay flat against her head as she growled, baring her teeth again, her tail bristling as she tucked her tail close to her body, and in between her legs. She let out a soft sigh as she murmured, "why is it the more time I spend here, the more I forget that I'm also human? Maybe it wouldn't be bad getting caught." Then she growled again at the thought, her animal instincts and her temper flaring as she swatted some dirt aside with her hand, her tail flicking out and flipping against the ground in irritation as she became slightly distracted when she saw a mouse dart by the entrance. Her eyes lit up and like that she was out of the hole and chasing after the mouse, pouncing after it.
Being in this place had almost made her forgot how to be human, but the part of her that remembered knew how the others got caught on a regular basis and they were never seen again and so she darted into the forest. Sniffing at the air, she soon found a familiar scent and followed it back into the fox den she had made a few months ago when she had first been dropped into this place and made as the first kitsune, half-fox, half-human. She darted into the hole and curled up, watching the entrance for any signs of any movement, or listening for any sounds as she tugged at her torn, dirt caked dress. It was a shame, she had once liked the dress, but with her new instincts, it had soon become torn up and ripped up as she touched the dirt beneath her, scratching the loose dirt to the side with her hands as she watched the entrance to her fox hole warily, listening for sounds, her milky brown eyes studying the trees and nature just outside of her foxhole for any signs of movement.
She let out an almost warning growl, her pointed teeth baring as she growled and then a fierce blush spread across her face. She had to remember she was human at one point in time, not a feral animal, but her instincts instructed her to growl again, her ears pushing back to lay flat against her head as she growled, baring her teeth again, her tail bristling as she tucked her tail close to her body, and in between her legs. She let out a soft sigh as she murmured, "why is it the more time I spend here, the more I forget that I'm also human? Maybe it wouldn't be bad getting caught." Then she growled again at the thought, her animal instincts and her temper flaring as she swatted some dirt aside with her hand, her tail flicking out and flipping against the ground in irritation as she became slightly distracted when she saw a mouse dart by the entrance. Her eyes lit up and like that she was out of the hole and chasing after the mouse, pouncing after it.