This is a story/book I’m going to try to write. Usually when I start to write something I give it up after a few days, mainly because I start to doubt myself after a few hundred words. So I’m hoping that by at least posting the Prologue someone will kick me to start writing it again when I start to lag. So I hope you enjoy.
(ps, this is mostly unedited ((spell check)), so it’s still really rough.)
(pps, feedback is appreciated!)
The first thing everyone notices about her is her hair. A shade of red so dark, it looks as if it’s black. It falls to her waist in dark curtain, just enough between wavy and curly, so that you can’t run your fingers in it without getting caught in a tangle. Of course she’d never let you touch the air around her, let alone her hair. The second thing people notice about her is her body, she’s tall, around the 6′ foot range, long legs, wide hips, a tiny waist, and a Double D chest. she seems like any guys (and plenty of girls) dream, right? wrong. the next thing people notice is her face. She’s pretty, with a full mouth, and a small nose that gives her an almost fox-like look. But it’s her eyes that turns people away. Her eyes are an inhuman amber color, ringed with black. If you pay attention, her eyes are the most expressive part of her. If you don’t watch though, then she almost always looks bored or critical. When you pay attention though, like when she spits out the words “go away!” like a curse, her eyes beg for you not to leave, because she’s scared that she’ll forget everything. you see, she doesn’t remember anything past a few years ago, so she’s always afraid she’ll forget who she is. She’ll deny it if you ask her that, but it’s the truth. I should know, as I’m the one that found her all those years ago, curled up on the ground with her tail wrapped around er face as she cried. Oh! You didn’t know she had a tail? I must have forgotten to mention that part. You see, my name’s Maria Von (just Von) and I forget alot of things.
Like saying the only the she remembers is that her name’s Hexaya, or that it was my turn to do the laundry, that I meant to say at the beginning of this that I’m 16 years old, and that Aya’s a Kitsune.
So now that that’s all sorted out, let’s get you back to The Forgotten Kitsune!