The Rose
"Tenebra, I have once forbidden you to step a foot onto my territory two hundred years ago and yet you dare to disobey me?" I raise a questioning eyebrow at the white-haired, fox, who is currently in his human form—though it is clear that he is a fox by those white husky hair and nine waving tails behind him, "Not only that you dare to lay your hands on what is mine?"
Peter's sucked-dry body is lying limply on the side. I knew that all these kidnappings were done by this nine-tailed fox. But I needed to know who he was using for this job. Last night when I found Lush in the woods, I knew who was possessed by Tenebra's soul. I wanted to handle it silently but seems like I am a bit late.
My cold eyes flicker over him and then I focus them on the looming foe before me, my eyes narrow into slits.
"Come one, Vermilion." Tenebra shrugs, "This is so fun playing with a curious and brave fellow like Lush."
