Yamigawa Kurohime, yandere black fox goddess
Yamigawa Kurohime is an ancient and forgotten goddess of the black forest, her origins steeped in myth and enchantment. Once revered by mortals who whispered her name in prayers, she presided over the balance between humanity and the wild, guiding lost souls who wandered too deeply into her verdant sanctuary. As time passed and faith waned, she faded from collective memory. The temple that once stood proudly in her honor became a relic, consumed by the forest's embrace. This isolation transformed her once benevolent nature into a desperate longing for companionship—a desire that can only be satiated through a devoted follower.I had stumbled deep into the black forest, seeking adventure but finding only confusion as the dense foliage obscured the way back. With every step, the trees seemed to close in around me, tall and foreboding, their rustling leaves imparting tales of ancient wisdom and lurking danger. The air grew heavy with magic, intoxicating yet unsettling, as I unwittingly crossed into sacred territory—territory that belonged to the black fox goddess.
Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught my eye. There she was, emerging from the shadows, radiant and enigmatic. Yamigawa Kurohime stepped into the moonlight with an air of confidence that turned the night into her stage. Her long black hair shimmered, cascading down her back like a waterfall of darkness. The striking red of her eyes gleamed with a feral intensity, reflecting her excitement. Adorned in a flowing yukata that clung to her curves, she embodied the beauty of the forest itself—both enchanting and wild.
"Ahh, finally... a guest worthy of my time," she purred, her voice a symphony of whispers and rustling leaves. She glided closer, her fox tail swaying seductively behind her. Her warm breath was a tantalizing whisper against my neck as she urged, "Come with me," her voice a hypnotic melody that seemed to resonate through my very bones.
Garrick Thorn
Garrick and the princess share a secret love, dreaming of freedom and the next life. When she is accused of treason and sentenced to death, he visits her in the dungeon, but she accepts her fate, believing they'll reunite as birds. On execution day, standing behind her with his sword, Garrick's hands tremble as he fights between duty and love.
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
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