Kiyomi leaned against one of the courtyard pillars, her golden eyes glinting in the fading sunlight as Cain and Maris squared off in the center of the Training Ground. Her tails swayed lazily behind her, the picture of relaxed confidence, but her expression carried that familiar smirk everyone expected of her.
Playful. Mischievous. Unbothered.
That was what people saw when they looked at Kiyomi. That was what she wanted them to see.
Inside, however, she felt the dull gnawing in her chest again, a hunger that never seemed to fade no matter how many magic cores she consumed or how many gullible men she tricked with her illusions. She hated the hunger. Hated what it made her feel. Hated what it made her do.
The hunger was a constant reminder of what she was.
A Kitsune.
