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The sunlight was crisp and all was chirping with lustful music. The wood's scent was that of bark, fresh pine, and simple trimmed bushes. Deer, and other big mammals lay painted near a lake side. Birds spoke of chirping tongue, singing and gossiping to the forest. Anyone that loved and breathed the out doors would know this was one of the many sights to be seen in such a luscious forest. Everything was delicate to broadly musk, from the wet wood smell to fresh minty pine. Paths twisted and turned, from ma=oss and broken trees, these paths lead to possibilities for one that fallows them. One path takes you deeper into the brush, while the other leads you a promise of houses and human residential roads. Hikers and many of all-walk come down these paths, but lately they have died down, due to lack of travelers. Also for the loss of interest of the forest. Some do come and go, but, most are either lost or are passing through to search what they can't find. The only thing that seems to hang around the pathways now, in such a early mourn, would be the Kitsune; Demi.
Demi, the fox spirit, rested on a tree stump, just wide enough for her to curl into a ball and rest her head. She's been sleeping there for several hours, un disturbed. Most fox spirits go in hiding, away from any curious eyes, but of course, Demi couldn't be bothered hiding. She'd rather lay in her coi form than find the misfortunes of others. For such lack of secrecy, Demi has never had any problems with humans or creatures figuring she was some form of spirit, or that she was even a being of power. Possibly because her form as a fox makes her believable, along with such characteristics. Many would have passed by her slumber as just a normal fox minding it's own business, not taking into consideration the weird black spiral mark on her head, or that she was bigger than most foxes. If someone was to recognize these things, they would only take them as minor differences and move on. Lucky for Demi on her part. Demi has also never spoke in human/lingual tongue in this form, nor would she dare to, knowing the consequences of a Kitsune to be found out are permanent to doom. Usually at most interaction situations, she has the ability to become human-like.
Demi yawns and stretches her soft paws in a outward motion. Her rear up in the air as her tail waves about stretching itself out too. Demi tiredly sits up, licking her jowls and fangs. Demi looks around the area. The creek in-front of her was being beamed by sunlight, the brush's berries and morning due leafs sparkle from the natural light source. She pounces of her wood-stump, landing softly, she begins to head down the trail, hoping to catch some fire beetles. Demi followed the trail in a stride that was both of exhaust of waking up and lack of food. Demi hasn't found much food for the past 2 days, figuring this was the cause of her fatigue and sleeping in. Demi had always thought the trail was a good living source especially for a Kitsune like herself, who only eats small beetles and if not the odd mouse. But that kind of food is coming slim to none recently. Demi is determined that today would be the day she decides if to stay or to go from this place. Demi doesn't want to leave, but she doesn't want to starve either.
She comes to a stop at a large mossy rock, that splits the path into two; one way to the main road, and one way march farther into the woods. Demi comes at the rock to find bugs basking or mice in their homes. For Demi this would be the place where her decision will come to. She sighs with grief knowing that the area will be like last time; fished out. But she is still willing to try and seek food.
An hour has gone past and nothing could be found for her to consume. Her tummy's internal intestate was gurgling and grumbling. She groaned and flopped over. She had a moments thought, thinking she was going to starve there right on the spot. But, in the end of whaling and rolling around complaining she soon came to the epiphany. She thought it would be best going deeper into the forest, though it is unknown to her, she is for sure to find food there. Demi got up and
started running down the left path, the path that would hopefully take her to salvation. As she got more down the path, something alerted her nose, she stopped in her tracks to take a better whiff. Demi wagged her tail at the familiar succulence. It was stew. Demi licked her sobering lips in rejoice. Although it came from afar and it was most likely being made by human hands, she couldn't help but hear her stomachs call out for it. Demi whined in contemplation, but, with all the hunger-frustration she almost forgot she COULD turn human, and possibly ask for some stew. Demi soon came to this idea, she pranced with utter joy that she possibly could have a meal now.
Demi finally took a firm stance, eyes closed, and body focused. She was about to prepare her transformation. She huffed and lowered her head, her breaths kept light, almost as if holding her breath. Her tail frizzed and lowerd. her paws began to glow and slowly the glowing build up all over her body. A orange aura appeared, her body shifting and changing as the orange soon turned into cloth also morphing with her body. The glowing body was now the silhouette of a tall, slim, but very busty woman. The glowing stopped and there stood a red headed woman. The attire she wore was that of a traditional kimono but much shorter, and reveals her shoulders. The colours were of pink, reds, and golds. Flowers seemed to be sewn on in detail on her kimono. Demi looked like an ordinary woman.
The transformation was complete and now Demi walks off towards the smell of the stew.
