Queen of the Night

THIS IS NOT FINISHED! IT IS A WORK IN PROGRESS!

      The moon shone bright above the pond. Surrounded by miles of Juniper and White Pine, the young blue-haired girl felt safe dancing around along the water's edge. Her white gown flowed delicately around her, showing the faint rose petals she had sown to it.

      "This feels so nice, being out in the open. No worries about being seen by mortals! Oh, how I wish I could do this every summer." Her silver eyes landed on a small, red fox kit, and she stopped her dancing. "Hello little one," She said in a bright and cheerfully childish voice, "I didn't know I had company." The little fox kit mewed at her and began rubbing agianst her leg.

        "Oh, how cute! I know! I can make it so that you can be my best animal friend!" She began chanting in an ancient language, a language so ancient that she was the only one left who could speak it. The ground around the little fox began to glow golden yellow, as bright as the day itself as she chanted her spell. When she had finished, the little fox wasn't so little anymore. It had grown an extra three feet in length, the size of an adult mortal's bike.

          "How's that, Lil' cutie?" she cooed sweetly to the animal as it looked at her in amazement. Unbeknownst to the young girl, there was a mortal about that night, and he had witnessed her amazing power.

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           Rikou Harada had witnessed many things throughout his years being a traveling artist, but nothing had inspired him so greatly as the sight he had partaken in the week before. He had seen a very beautiful young girl, the very one the locals had called Harmony, turn a little fox kit into a massive beast the size of a bike! He was so intriuged by this beautiful creature that he returned to that spot every day for the past week hoping to see her again.

           "I wonder if my insiration will be back tonight." Rikuo sat at the left side of the bar, third seat down from the end as he always did on Friday night. His brown, shoulder-length hair falling into partially drunken blue-green eyes. 

            "What inspiration? Some crack-pot old woman in the middle of the forest that you put down on paper as an angelic beauty again? And when are you ever going to wear anything but Kakies and a black tank top?" the young short-haired blonde finally turned his graceful pinkish eyes to his friend.

             "You just thrive off sucking the fun out of everything, don't you, Chase?" the two men laughed at this, paid the bartender, and left to sleep off the night's events.