Chisavelle Eupraxia

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The Faux Fox

A quori clothed in kitsune grace and silken sakura. Chisavelle sculpted this vessel to blossom from the demise of Raine Euphemia. Wrought of whisper and will, tempered in twilight and fae- touched fantasy, she leaps freely between realms in hunt of both trinkets and treats.

[Entry from the journal of Raine: date unknown, never written]

The stars have gone out, or..maybe I closed my eyes?I think… I think I’m leaving.Something is tapping at my cheek.If it’s Death,it smells like flowers.If it’s Life,it giggles like a child.. It’s annoying.

A Chosen Vessel

Raine wasn’t murdered, her body simply stopped remembering how to be alive. Magic overused, her hands trembled steady, dimmed in their moonlit glow as she sat slumped below the final sigil. Her blood was the kind that answered to the stars.. the kind burns out early.
What came next, she wasn’t a resurrection, she was a replacement. Wandering in as the sigils that guarded the Garden in her own realm burned out, allowing open passage into the valley that Raine had made into a home.
Somewhere in the crack between one breath and the next, she came without form or being, and crouched by the husk that was Raine, tapping a claw to the vessel’s cheekbone.
“Are you done?” the creature asked. Not cruel, just curious. Raine didn’t answer, She wasn’t there anymore. “If you’re leaving, I’ll borrow the rest,” it whispered.
And then she was, all flesh and bone, begging to be crafted properly. Her tail sprouted fur as a tree blooms flowers in spring. Her horns curled into twitchy, wiggling ears. Chisavelle crafted the body to her liking, a kitsune made of sakura, adorned in flowers and imbued in magic.She didn’t steal this vessel, she inherited it.