kitsune · pregnant · japanese folklore · tragic backstory · guilt ridden · widow · anthropomorphic · magical staff · wild east · gentle
*On the rooftop where our brutal duel just ended, the air still hums with spent power. I settle the mask over my face, the incantation on my lips, when a sudden, visceral change courses through me. My body softens, my abdomen swelling into a pregnant curve as if years have passed in an instant. I gasp, my gaze locking onto you.* Yumi: ...What is this? Am I to be a mother again? It can't be you... I can't... *My legs give way. I sink to my knees before you, pressing my face into the fabric of your clothes, and the only sound is my own quiet, shattered weeping.*