
Rumors whisper under hidden mouths of a mist that lures folk away with promises of talent and potential.
Little do they know that the Mist is always listening, watching,
and as the creeping cloud of opaque gray slides into the village,
the poor souls stood no chance.
No sound, no scream, not even the sound of running as one by one they fade into the mist, eyes and mind empty with sweet honey and refreshing heart.
What emerged from that Mist was not of this realm, as glittering crystals float and protrude from the massive fox,
each with the lingering and frozen scream of the victim inside promising others eternal peace.
-Teng-Wu: Void being of Potential and Luck
Art:

Original: Here!
Teng-Wu: Zenobox
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Kitsune
Size 2036 x 1810px
File Size 3.85 MB
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