BlackStarKitsune

He speaks to me in dreams,  his exquisite voice,      entrancing,    dark and sensual,        like liquid shadow         flowing smoothly         from slightly           parted lips He cloaks himself in veils   of mist and shadow,        secluded,    arcane and fleeting, a perfect vision      of dark longing.       Desire.        Manifest. He is the essence of my fantasy, existing, lost and solitude,     the destined lover           concealed by fate.           Forever           calling me.

(excerpt from chapter 1)  He looked over his shoulder a final time. The pine trees swayed slightly in the evening breeze as though to bid him farewell, and, somewhere in the distance, the crickets had begun their nightly symphony - though it had never seemed quite so solemn. Those woods were the only home that he had ever known. Now he was leaving, and he'd never be able to return. The sounds of the fox clan were close now, and Kagira could just make out their shadowy forms between the towering trees. The last faint traces of daylight faded into darkness, but it brought no comfort this night.  With a disheartened growl he jumped from the