The World of Secfenia

The licking of flames was the only sound echoing through the library. Green eyes were fixated on the dance of to and fro across the crackling logs. It was as if the woman saw something more in the flames, listening to their whispered secrets. Alas, there was no magical fire in the fireplace, but a simple fascination. The woman was of fire herself and the heat of flames gave her clarity. While fire may typically stress a creature out, she felt peace and wholeness. She was, after all, a kitsune with six tails and untold years.

In this realm, her age seemed normal and expected. However, she had spent much time in the spiritual plane, where she met her father’s clan and learned more about herself. She reforged herself, scrapping everything she knew and the identity of the human woman she was seen as. She embraced her heritage, even going as far as to rename herself Seasnán, which garnered respect from the other Kitsune. She spent time fighting the low expectations put on her. Kitsune were wild and mischievous creatures, with the value of family. Just as it took time to be welcomed into the Aurelius family, it took time to be welcomed by the Kitsune collective.

Through painstaking training and efforts, she grew tail after tail. She would likely never reach the full nine tails… She was half human, after all. However, she would spend the rest of her life trying for that achievement. The power a nine tailed Kitsune had was unparalleled. She wanted that power. It was not in a power-hungry way, but it could be argued otherwise given her determination. In truth, it was the simple fact of being able to protect her family that would drive her to her dying breath.

For now, Arilynn rose from the chair. She left the fire behind as she left the library and headed outside. She was feeling restless and watching the fire only increased the rustling of the Kitsune inside her. Once she embraced fresh air, her skin rippled and her form shifted and thereafter stood a fox. This fox had six tails, as opposed to being suppressed. They flicked and waved to their own tune, occasionally synching up. She stretched out with her front paws forward and her snout pointing ups. A little chirrup left her throat as she straightened out. A dance of embers shone amongst the emerald green of her eyes before she bounced forward in a run. A patrol will do her restlessness good.