[It isn't often that the Nogitsune finds itself glut with food. One or two people, yes, especially if it has managed to make a move in whatever game it was playing. But this? It can't remember the last time it was summoned to something like this. But was it summoned? The box that had held it should have stopped such a thing. An accidental release maybe? Did the wolves find themselves in need of it? Had Stiles done something to make it return?]
[These weren't thoughts that the Nogitsune ponders on for long. No matter what brought it, it was here. Even if it didn't know where here was precisely. These weren't important questions to it. Few things are on the whole. Fear and strife presses in on it from all sides, wisps of it lingering in the air. Each breath in fed it better. Just why so many people were off-kilter and frightened is about the only question that stays with the creature.]
[Stiles had watched enough movies that it can proceed without much concern. After all, it is a predator, isn't it?]
[When it reaches the front desk, it leaps up onto it for a better look. Others had been here, not that the Nogitsune's sense of smell is sharp enough to define a specific who. Curiosity drives it to poke around, sort through what other vandals (or perhaps fellow prisoners it wonders) have before it. A pen and one of the service bells are pocketed before it settles down behind the desk.]
[As if it belongs there. What? This could be fun for it. Welcome to Hotel Nogitsune. Where all directions, advice and explanations were given out by a fox that was out to cause chaos.]
In Your Room, Inspecting Your Stuff
[So, the other places were dull, nothing much to find there. That left the other rooms such as where it had began this adventure.]
[It starts on the first floor, trying doors to see if they open and then wandering in. Thoughts of danger don't really enter its mind. Knowing the layout of its new den is more important. Soon enough, the Nogitsune is sure that it will need boltholes to flee to. Places to hide. Humans took offense so easily. A few tricks, a game or three and what? They were ready to revolt. Humans.]
[Wolves too, while it is at giving out dark thoughts.]
[Spotting a new door cracked open, the Nogitsune nudges it and peeks in. Occupied or empty, something is better than the empty hall.]
[Besides, they might have something interesting to steal.]
no subject
[It isn't often that the Nogitsune finds itself glut with food. One or two people, yes, especially if it has managed to make a move in whatever game it was playing. But this? It can't remember the last time it was summoned to something like this. But was it summoned? The box that had held it should have stopped such a thing. An accidental release maybe? Did the wolves find themselves in need of it? Had Stiles done something to make it return?]
[These weren't thoughts that the Nogitsune ponders on for long. No matter what brought it, it was here. Even if it didn't know where here was precisely. These weren't important questions to it. Few things are on the whole. Fear and strife presses in on it from all sides, wisps of it lingering in the air. Each breath in fed it better. Just why so many people were off-kilter and frightened is about the only question that stays with the creature.]
[Stiles had watched enough movies that it can proceed without much concern. After all, it is a predator, isn't it?]
[When it reaches the front desk, it leaps up onto it for a better look. Others had been here, not that the Nogitsune's sense of smell is sharp enough to define a specific who. Curiosity drives it to poke around, sort through what other vandals (or perhaps fellow prisoners it wonders) have before it. A pen and one of the service bells are pocketed before it settles down behind the desk.]
[As if it belongs there. What? This could be fun for it. Welcome to Hotel Nogitsune. Where all directions, advice and explanations were given out by a fox that was out to cause chaos.]
In Your Room, Inspecting Your Stuff
[So, the other places were dull, nothing much to find there. That left the other rooms such as where it had began this adventure.]
[It starts on the first floor, trying doors to see if they open and then wandering in. Thoughts of danger don't really enter its mind. Knowing the layout of its new den is more important. Soon enough, the Nogitsune is sure that it will need boltholes to flee to. Places to hide. Humans took offense so easily. A few tricks, a game or three and what? They were ready to revolt. Humans.]
[Wolves too, while it is at giving out dark thoughts.]
[Spotting a new door cracked open, the Nogitsune nudges it and peeks in. Occupied or empty, something is better than the empty hall.]
[Besides, they might have something interesting to steal.]