Mamori

And so Dusk had come. The sky was littered with different colors,  the darkness of night quickly encroaching. The small fox was ready to go, her peacock green dress was folded as small as it could get, and was secured tightly upon her back like a backpack. She would leave everything else behind. All her clothes except for her dress. All her jewelery except for a little blue gemmed necklace. All her friends and family without a farewell. She doubted many, if any at all, would even notice that her presence was missing from this place. 
          
          The four tailed Red fox with the dress tied to her back would emerge from the den,  fed and full, ready for the trek to the new land. Perhaps she would return some time soon, if she found that place to be too much for her, or too boring. 
          With that, Mamori would pad over to the edge of her clearing, taking one last glance at the place she called home for so long, at the place she raised her children almost single handedly, a place filled with both good and bad memories, and would let out a single, loud bark as a goodbye, and then turned, tails hovering low to the ground and ears folded just slightly. She started moving out, scampering quickly, but not fast enough to be called a run, getting deeper and deeper into the quickly darkening forest. She was unsure if this goodbye would be permanent yet or not, but that was only for the future to tell.

It had been a while, once again, since Mamori had been in contact with anyone. Not her family, no friends, and she had once again begun to grow a little lonely. 
          It had been a while since she had taken into consideration perhaps exploring a new place to call a temporary home, and she had the perfect place in mind; there were pleanty of people,  magic was heavily used, and it seemed like a place worthy of checking out. It wasn't like she had much to miss here. only one person, though, she knew this wouldn't be her final goodbye to him. Or at least, hopefully it wouldn't be. 
          
          Mamori had just made her way out of her den. It was mid day, and the little red fox would stretch out. first her front legs, paws stretched out in front, hind quarters pushed high in the air as her jaw opened into a tired yawn, pink tongue curling a little. 
          Then came her hind legs. Standing straight now, her left hind leg would stretch out behind her, spreading her toes a little. Then came the right, after the left returned to the rapidly melting snow. 
          
          Her big, peacock blue eyes would open to the world. She had little to do; Find herself a decent meal, was the first. She had a long, and even possibly dangerous trek ahead of her to get to her destination.  The four taled Fox would look around the land patiently, thinking, listening. A rabit or a fairly large bird would be nice. While she was able to seek nutrition from vegetation, there wasn't much live vegetation for her to munch on, nor was it really her favorite meal. A couple of plants definitely wouldn't last her long enough. Soon it would be time to hunt, but first to plan out how she'd spend her last day here. 
          "Mm... I suppose first is to find myself a good meal... something to last me the full day. Then to fold up my dress. I'll need that for when i get there... I suppose i don't really need much else, do I?" She thought. 
          At that, Mamori scampered forward. Now it was time to get her meal. She figured she would leave come Dusk.

@Mamori_Reborn 
          
          Mikhail was moving in a leisurely fashion, through a black void that existed between supposed folds in the fabrics of space. Or at least that's what he figured it to be. His father never really got to explain fully before he went senile, and as for finding out himself, he simply had many other things he had to tend to. Things such as tending to his father and experimenting.
          
          It had actually been a bit too long since he left the laboratory for his closest companion. Perhaps a couple of months? He knew he got to see the little ones become not so little just before he left, but since then, he'd been so held up even an occasional "Hello" was hard to imagine. 
          
          "Hopefully my dear won't be angry, but then again if I appear just pale enough I may find her sympathy, and find in her some therapeutic embrace. Guess I'll see..." It was just about the time he spoke those words that he would poke through the blanket of space before him, and rise up from the ground as a shadow, about a foot away from the front of the lying fox.
          
          Not his favorite method of travel still, but hey, a jump might be worth it if he kept his white teeth grinning hard enough.

Mamori had begun to grow bored. She no longer got many visitors in this place, like she used to, and she wasn't exactly well aquainted with many people as it was. 
          The small red fox padded through the thick snow of the clearing that she hadn't left for months, her blue and gold flecked eyes scanning over it as if bored with the place. As a fox, it wasn't abnormal to be alone for periods of time, but even for her it had been a long time. Her kits grew quickly and departed already, leaving her all the more alone. 
          
          For a small while now she had been debaiting on leaving the forest to perhaps visit someone. she only knew three or four people though, all of which she hadn't seen in a long while. She wasn't sure how appreciated a surprise visit would be, especially of they were busy. 
          
          Mamori sat back on her haunches, the tips of her four fluffy tails flicking upward and down a couple times. Perhaps she would visit someone soon. She wanted a little company for a bit. 
          For the meantime though, Mamori lowered her body back fully onto the ground and curled herself up, staring into the overgrown path that led into the clearing where she resided.

Today was a rather warm day, for the way the winter was going. There wasn't really much, if any wind at all, and the sun shone strong enough to keep the air wather warm, not close to cold enough to sting like the strong winds common to this area did. 
          The light of the sun created a soft shine ontop of the smooth layer of deep, thick snow that coated the ground, though didn't shine quite bright enough to create a snow blindness. 
          
          Off in the clearing, Mamori, a small red fox with four thick, puffy tails, could be seen stocking the ground in an obvious hunting manner. Her large foxy ears could be seen pointed forward and her snout was close to the top of the snow. She was searching for a sent of a small rodent burrowing in the snow. A feild mouce or something else that would provide her with a decent meal. 
          
          A few moments later and mamori could be seen suddenly  crouching down, and with a slight wiggle of her hindquarters, she would suddenly pounce straight up into the air, and in a matter of seconds, she would be into a face dive to the snow, nose pointed straight down into the white snow. She would break the surface and more than half her body would sink into it, leaving only her hind legs and fluffy four tails in sight from the snow. Within seconds she would have the rodent she had targeted between the strong, snapping grip of her jaws, and would be wiggling her way back out from the snow. In her mouth was a fat -and limp- mouce. A good meal for her for now at least. 
          
          She turned away from the hole, head held high, mouce in mouth, and began prancing back towards her tree.

Mamori lay curled up at the base of a tree,  her small, fluffy fox body half burrowed in the snow with her four tails curled up around herself. The winter winds were cold and the air itself fridgid. This weather was fairly typical of this mountian range, especially during this time of year. It was a dirastic change from the beautiful and warm summers here, and she wasn't exactly a huge fan of it, but she liked this place, and was willing to deal with the winter months. 
          
          Her muzzle was laid close to her side and sprinkled with a light coating of the cold snow, yet she wasn't sleeping. her bright blue and gold flecked eyes seemed to gaze across the winter wonderland in slight boredom. As beautiful as the snow was, she wasnt exactly in the mood to prance around in it, it being just a little too cold for her liking. Sitting alone in the winters snow, she silently thought to herself, 'I must find a better place to reside during this season from now on.'

@Magnhildr 
          
          (note, i yet need to change the about me to the winter setting. so my reply won't be matching with the inital rp in the beginning.)
          
          the weather in the area was by now, freezing. Trees that werent coniferous were bare, and the coniferous were sprinkled with snow like light icing sugar. The air was cold; it stung almost unpleasantly so to any bare or uncovered skin. This was the typical December air for this mountian range. Not too far ahead, sitting currled up at the trunk of a massive Coniferous tree, was mamori, in her naturally assumed fox form, curled up tight. At the sound of the voice of a woman, the Fox's ears perked upwards and she would lift her head, turning to look at the person. at first the question seemed to confuse her, her tails flickering a bit each before she realized what she was talking about, and shook her head a bit, saying "No. Where did you hear that?"

A Knight in white armor landed onto the ground, his angel wings folding. "The Rocky Mountains...I always wanted to see them." He wore white armor, with gold highlights, and a few blue jewels encrusted in his chest, shoulder, and knee plates. "Ahhhh..." He fell back onto a patch of soft grass, relaxing. "Finally.....a vacation."

A faint darkness began to build against the bark of the center shaft of the tree from which Mamori sat. Eyeballs were the first things to become visible within it as it widened and turned thicker, one possessing a shiny silver iris in its center, and the other a deep blood red iris.
          
          Spreading slowly, the eyes stretched forward in silence, the ashen black figure of a face permeating through with a deliberate slowness, yet still moving fast enough to hopefully achieve the set purpose. The lips on the face parted into a form of grin that just barely showed teeth, a poorly contained smirk, and went to creep up towards the kitsune's ears. Nearing closer and closer, the lips would part wider as it came into the range for what could be a form of delicate kiss. From deep in his throat, the blackness on the figure was falling away as it would ease out a thick breath containing the word, "hello."

(Well... I've been gone a while... My apologies. o.o 
          well... OPEN ROLEPLAY TIME :D)) 
          
          It was a chilly sunday afternoon now, and the evening was slowly approaching. only a few more hours before the sun would begin to set behind the mountain peaks. 
          Mamori, today, was sitting in a moderately high, thick branch in a tree. Her legs dangled from each side of the branch, as she sat upon it in a straddle like position, showing the black tattoos of her left leg. She wore her usual, a peacock blue tank top like dress that fit to her curves. Her hair hadn't changed too much in the time she hadn't been around, the only difference being that it had grown a little longer in the front, however in the back her hair was still kept quite short, and the natural colors never changed. 
          Mamori's back was comfortably pressed against the trees trunk. She was indeed relaxed and comfortable,  however she was also bored. In her arms she cradled her young daughter in her arms while her other two sons slept in the hollow burrow under the tree. Perhaps she would gain some visitors today. Perhaps she would see an old friend. perhaps nothing would happen. She didn't know, really. However, she knew she could at least enjoy the colorful October's forest.