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The Silent Crane
Fujiwara Dynasty (Kōgō | Empress)
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Species
Mixed Species

Sex
Female (Female)

Age
6 (2/18/20)

Height
Tall

Weight
Average

Build
Slender

Eyes
Frosted Lilacs

Fur
Ink stained snow

Scent
Wisteria petals and Seasalt

Oddities
RBF syndrome -- Appears visually unfriendly most of the time

Mark of Mythris
None

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Complex - Introverted - Reserved - Melancholic - Observant - Blunt - Affectionate - Icy - Kuudere
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Taking place during the Ravron celebration | Osamu

The moon had risen just as quickly as the sun had disappeared along the horizon. It had been a long day of festivities — and yet still, they continued throughout the night. Summer fireflies lit the air around them to create an ethereal glow within giants throne, and Izumi found herself wandering around the territory a whole lot more than before. Not because of the fireflies or the dancing or even the feast — it was the berries. There were so many of them just sitting in a pile within the food storage; Izumi was none the wiser.

The juices turned liquor that seeped from them as she chewed and swallowed, warm with a slight yet delightful burn down the hatch. She repeated this process…..far too many times to count. Ate way too many of them to process what it was doing to her, and now her mind was gone to the wind. From her ivory cheeks to the tips of her dark ears, she was bright red. Warm and fuzzy, giggling softly to herself as her slight frame swayed and pranced among the masses like flowing silk through trees. Izumi never even knew she could dance — or maybe she couldn’t…she could no longer tell what was going on around her anymore, only that the world now felt lighter, and the fermented sugars she licked from her lips tasted like ecstasy.

Though she stopped, stumbling a bit to peak before her through half lidded eyes and a curtain of dark lashes. She had stared, unabashedly, into the most beautiful pair of silver eyes she’d ever seen. Tied into the backdrop of handsomely woven features. Osamu had always been the object of her affections and many, many embarrassing desires that shall not be named, but for some reason it was tonight where those feelings increased tenfold. As if he was beckoning her to come to him (or probably just standing there. She’s too out of her mind to tell).

Slithering through the crowd like a snake, Izumi made her way to him like tunnel vision — the only one she could see in the crowd. She bumped sides with him (a little too hard), A soft rumble coming from her chest as she pressed against him like a cat.
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〔❁〕Love me more, love me more - by Izumi - 7/14/2026, 11:34 PM

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