#kitsune!Kita

[captain-hawks]

*kicks feet in the air and giggles* Sooooo tell us about kitsune!Kita

while most of shinsuke's skulk is happy to spend their days frolicking their way through nearby villages, shapeshifting away their ears and tails to charm the townsfolk and cause mischief (cough atsumu/suna/osamu cough), the nine-tailed kitsune is far more reserved than his fellow companions, simply shaking his head and offering a small smile each evening as they recount their adventures.

he's content to tend to the dens and the gardens, to care for the sick and teach the young. to live a quiet, peaceful existence amongst his kind.

(and though he'd never speak it aloud—his grandmother is the reason he avoids humans. because she loved a human once, long ago. and it broke her heart in a way that never healed, not even in her final days.)

but everything changes the night that you stumble into kitstune territory followed by the raucous, taunting laughter from a group of human males. shinsuke's better judgement screams for him not to meddle in the matters of humans as he watches your approach, not to intervene.

yet—there's a palpable, momentous shift inside of him when he locks eyes with you, something old and powerful and yearning that bursts into existence and nearly brings him to his knees with the force that rocks through him in its wake.

and he's helpless to ignore it.

[flyingwargle]

flufftober day 13: attic, cellar, hidden room

kita is greeted with a serene breeze at the top of the stone steps, verdant leaves rustling with the wind's chorus. the shrine grounds are well-kept as always, grounds recently swept, bells chiming. he passes the central pavilion that shelters twin kitsune statues, facing each other with stern eyes that watch over the town of inarizaki below.

after greeting miya, the shrine maiden, he continues to the temple at the back of the property, where visitors can offer incense and ring the bell for the gods. kita skirts around the altar to the side, where a sliding door blends into the structure, and slides it open. "hello, twins."

"ah, kita-san!" on the other side of the altar are living quarters for the shrine keeper, but since miya has a home in town, it's been overtaken by the kitsune that the town worship, two spirits who present themselves as human-like in white kimono with red markings beneath their eyes, fox ears at the top of their heads, and tails that swish with the wind.

youkai.

atsumu approaches first, a grin on his face. osamu peers behind him, wary of the human who can see them, giving him a nod of greeting, nonetheless. "yer just in time, we were gonna head up. let's go!"

kita has a policy to not involve himself with youkai, but ever since coming to town, he's overstepped the boundaries that kept him safe in the city. perhaps it's because of the countryside's friendly atmosphere. perhaps it's because of the youkai themselves, who want nothing more than to protect the town. perhaps it's because the kitsune act like teenagers most of the time, despite their long lives.

he climbs the ladder to the attic after them, sneezing from the lingering dust. there are boxes upon boxes around them, nondescript and old. kita opens one of them, blinking at various decorations stuffed inside. “how exactly will looking through these boxes help?”

"yer grandpapa was a shrine keeper, so i dunno, i thought ya might find some o' his stuff," atsumu says, swinging open the window. "like papers or whatever."

"i thought ya asked 'im ta help clean up," osamu points out, heading to a different corner of the attic.

"shh! don't ruin it, 'samu!"

kita moves the box aside for another. "for almighty youkai, you sure are timid to ask for help. surely you could enchant me to do your bidding?"

atsumu pouts. "we ain't like that! we're nice youkai, unlike those scrubs in sunarin's part o' the forest. right, 'samu?"

"and yet, i don't need to rely on humans to do work for me."

suna is perched on the windowsill, presenting himself as humanoid in a red kimono with koi fish on the sleeves, face hidden behind a kitsune mask, pointed ears at the top of his head. he sighs. "what dumb shit are you up to now?"

"watch yer tongue. ya call yerself a deity?" atsumu snorts, waving a hand toward the labyrinth of boxes. "doin' some cleanin', obviously. didja know that kita-san's grandpapa was a shrine keeper? he could see youkai, too."

his hum is muffled behind his mask. “i think i remember some traveling shrine keepers stop by, but i don’t remember their names or faces.”

"yer memory is ass."

"you're an ass."

osamu rolls his eyes, bringing a box to kita. "i think ya might find somethin' in here. it's full o' administrative stuff."

said stuff includes old receipts, certificates, records, and other books, all handwritten in nearly indecipherable kanji. kita recognizes his surname, however, on a few of them, although he can barely read any of it. "thanks. could i bring some back to my granny? she might be able to read it."

"can yer granny see youkai?" atsumu asks, now perched on a stack of boxes, tails swishing behind him.

"i don't know. i never asked." he didn't know about his grandpa until another youkai mistook him for the late kita shinji. who passed down their ability to see youkai, he wonders, and could his parents see them, too?

no. they didn't see the youkai behind kita that night. or maybe they did and chose not to comment. either way, he'd rather not speak to them unless needed, not until they visit again, if they do. "thank you," he adds, turning to the kitsune twins. "is there anything that i can help you with?"

that's how he spends the rest of the afternoon moving boxes around. suna watches from his perch and makes unnecessary comments or quips about the twins, who respond in earnest. by the time they’re finished, all the boxes are arranged in organized stacks, sunlight pooling on the dusted floor.

they climb the ladder down, and kita collapses onto the couch, covered in sweat and dust. osamu makes a beeline to the kitchen, offering him a plate of onigiri. kita has no idea how youkai produce food, knows better than to ask, and accepts one with thanks. with only furikake as seasoning, the onigiri is still flavorful and delicious. “i’d offer ya tea, but we ran out,” atsumu says apologetically. “we’re hopin’ that some o’ the mid-tier ayakashi will have some at tonight’s banquet.”

“it’s all right. i should head home, soon.” he finishes his last mouthful and wipes his hands clean with his handkerchief. “thank you for the food.”

“come by soon, yeah? it’s fun with ya ‘round.” atsumu smiles, golden eyes gleaming. “the forest’s been livelier ever since ya came here. ya should join us fer one o’ our banquets!”

suna shakes his head. “some of them won’t take too kindly to humans. the fact that he’s here at all is a surprise.” kita doesn’t comment, quite aware of how the minor deity feels about him. he simply bows his head and exits, the twins calling out after him.

“if ya ever need us, call fer us!”

he says goodbye to the shrine maiden on his way out, climbing the stairs down. the trail is decorated with lanterns, unlit in the fading light, until he emerges from the forest and onto the road, where rice fields greet him. he’s about to head toward home when the familiar sound of bicycle wheels squeak to a halt behind him. “shin?”

aran rests his arms on his handlebars. “aran.” kita nods in greeting. “coming back from the supermarket?” the front basket on his bike is filled with groceries.

“ah, yeah. pa an’ i are gonna have curry. do ya wanna join us?”

kita thinks for a moment, eyes pointed toward home. “can my granny join? i’m sure she’d love to come.”

“of course! pa’s vegetable curry is somethin’ else. i better head back first, so he can get started – see ya later!” with a wave, his friend pedals off, and kita continues in the opposite direction.

life has certainly become brighter, ever since he moved here. friends were difficult in the city, especially with his ability to see youkai, so now that he made a friend to share his secret with, his shoulders are no longer heavy, especially when the youkai that he’s befriended are far from the malicious types that followed his shadow for so long.

a smile touches upon his lips. he’s looking forward to tonight, and many more nights to come.

[kitsune-kita]

ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ KARASUNO HIGH (MIYAGI PREFECTURE)

f - fluff | a - angst | s - suggestive | d - drabbles | o - oneshot | h - headcanons | sc - series or collection

— sawamura daichi

— sugawara koushi

— kageyama tobio

— hinata shoyo

— ukai keishin

© KITSUNE-KITA - do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or claim any of my works as your own.

[tsumukono]

He is protective jealous, but he loves me how i love him.

[picrewocs]

Kit(a)sune

Via Picrew

[calloftheabyss]

Oc ref of Kita for artfight

[tsxkkis]

# iwaizumi hajime - cuddles 101

a/n: i'm a firm believer that the more 'intimidating' looking guys love being little spoons and you can't convince me otherwise (theory tested on my boyfriend actually) so yeah, here's a short stupid fic about that :33

summary: iwaizumi can't find a good cuddling position.

warnings: none

to think the blessing of having iwaizumi hajime as a boyfriend would bestow itself upon you was indescribable.

for you, he was an evident example that good, loving men still existed out there. his nonchalant, cold exterior was merely a facade, a shell that cracked with each day spent with you; his eyes gentle and his gaze filled with admiration each time it landed upon you. he was considerate of your feelings, a true gentleman who always put your needs above his and, although a bit closed off when it comes to his feelings, did everything for your relationship to work out.

it was safe to say that iwaizumi was indeed perfect at everything.

well, except cuddling.

'let's switch positions, please.'

'again? it's the sixth time already, iwa.'

the short-haired boy turned to face you, tired eyes looking up. after a particularly hard volleyball training, the only thing he wanted to do was lay down in his lovers embrace and have a quick nap. the problem arose when, with each position he tried, he couldn't possibly close his rest for more than approximately three minutes.

a sigh left iwaizumi's lips as he turned to lay on his side with his back facing you, one of his hands still intertwined with yours so that he got the chance to feel your touch even when not 'traditionally' cuddling.

you could see his back muscles underneath the t-shirt he was wearing, gently tracing circles around them with your free hand.

'now that i think of it,' you mumbled, getting up to lay closer to him 'you've never been the little spoon.'

'that's because it's your place.' he said after a short while, already feeling your arms wrapping around his torso, trapping him in a warm hug.

'doesn't hurt to try, right?'

he mumbled a silent 'sure', his body succumbing to the tiredness as his muscles loosened under your touch, a smile on his face as he got himself comfortable.

and to your surprise, he stayed that way, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly but surely fell asleep, breathing steadily through his nose. he looked so calm, so peaceful - so different from what he presented himself as on a day to day basis.

he looked incredibly cute.

you almost couldn't help yourself, hand reaching for your phone from behind you, opening the camera to snap a quick picture or two of your boyfriend in such a sweet moment. you smiled to yourself, giving iwaizumi a quick kiss on the cheek before laying back down, a big grin on your face.

next thing you knew, a picture of iwaizumi hajime peacefully sleeping in your arms was set as your phone lockscreen, proudly showing it off to your friends who stared at the picture with awe. normally, he would get embarrassed about it; already hearing the teasing comments his friends would make, brows furrowing in annoyance at a mere thought of what they would say. but this time, he did not mind.

because he finally found the perfect cuddling position and as stupid as it may sound, it was enough to make him happy.

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[kitsune-kita]

thank you for the tag, ave! these are so damn cute

here's me with my favourite boys (kita and oikawa)

no pressure tags: @tsxkkis + anyone else who wants to join!!

lookie at this super cute picrew ! ! ! ꒰ ˊ ᗜ ˋ 𓏼 ྀི꒱ the artstyle is so soft, i made me n shoyo w it . . . he’s js the cutest omg 🥹🥹 i love doing couple picrews hehe now i wanna see you make one too ! !

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ create one of you n your angel ! ! -> ❤︎

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[brotato-chibs]

Kitsune AU my beloved

tiny ramble: it makes no sense but I want it anyways!!!!! Kita stays in this small shrine dedicated to him and the grandma is a human who cares for it once in a while. Kita helps to take care of the place too, to lessen the workload on his dear grandma. So, in a way, despite how he is not a human, he still thinks of her as family and is doing anything he can to show his appreciation to her

[suguwu]

"stop."

all movement ceases as soon as the word leaves kita's lips. you pant, chest heaving. the air is heavy with scent, dizzying and heady, and your cunt pulses as you inhale. there's a curse, and you jolt as the fingers buried inside you curl.

"atsumu," kita warns, a crack of river ice.

you keen as atsumu pulls out his fingers; it cuts through the heated air, a blade of sound. the kitsune shifts, his brassy hair catching the light as he moves out from between your legs.

kita watches you for a moment, his amber eyes aglow, like the first light peeking over the curve of the horizon. you blink hazily; a sound slips from you that you barely recognize.

kita's ears—silver as the moon, black-tipped like storm clouds—twitch. he slips between your legs.

"if yer gonna knot them," he says, "make sure to do it right. you gotta prepare them more."

he sinks three fingers into you. you gasp, hips twitching.

"i'll only show you once," he says. "so ya better watch."

[flyingwargle]

sakuatsu week day 6: paranormal / supernatural

atsumu is sitting on the engawa, staring at the clouds, when a harsh foot hits his side and shoves him to the ground. "ow!" he glares at his assailant. "what the hell, 'samu?"

"yer gonna make inari-sama cry with yer language." his brother is holding a broom, gray-tipped tail flickering in annoyance. "get outta the way, i'm tryna clean."

grumbling, he adjusts his kimono and moves aside for osamu to continue sweeping. their days are idyllic like this, endlessly peaceful with the occasional spat caused by the youkai living in the area. recently, a pair of youkai have moved in from the next town over, after their home was destroyed, and their days have become increasingly more entertaining, especially with a certain dark-haired, brooding kama itachi around.

"ya got that look on yer face. what dumb shit are ya thinkin' 'bout?"

"watch it. inari-sama can't cry 'bout both o' us." atsumu looks to the sky. "i was wonderin' if i should do somethin' fer omi."

osamu stops his sweeping. "why?"

"just ta make 'im feel welcomed! motoya comes by more often than he does, so i thought it's 'cause he don't like us, or he's scared o' us." as inarizaki's guardians, their shrine is open to all youkai, either as a sanctuary or to hang around. suna does that often enough.

"yet not romantic at all. i bet ya'd give 'im a knife or somethin'."

"he got his own weapons.” atsumu’s ear twitches. “although...we do got some cool knives…"

"i was kiddin'. don't give 'im a knife."

atsumu frowns at him. "then what should i do?"

his twin hums contemplatively, broom grazing the wooden floorboards. "tooru said those spring lilies are in season. ya could bring 'im there. it's on a cliff, so it looks pretty."

"an' how did ya learn 'bout that, dear brother? did someone take ya?" atsumu wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "someone like sunarin?"

"shaddup, or i'm gonna whack ya." osamu brandishes his broom, and atsumu jumps away with a laugh, turning his back.

"i'm gonna find omi!"

his brother shouts after him, but he can't hear him as he transforms in a puff of smoke, shifting into his fox form. with light feet, he bounds across the shrine grounds, down the stone steps, and through the forest.

many youkai live in the surrounding area under their watch, or the western forest under suna's, or the southern forest under daishou's. the itachi settled wherever that kiyoomi deemed clean, which happened to be the trees around the shrine.

he pads through the undergrowth until he finds their home, a sturdy oak tree. atsumu climbs the trunk and eventually finds kiyoomi in his humanoid form, a beautiful young man with dark curls, two moles over his eye, wearing a yellow and green kimono. he looks up from his book, eyes widening. "atsumu-sama." reverence makes his words rushed. "why are you-"

atsumu flicks his ear, then transforms into his own humanoid form. "c'mon, omi, i told ya ta drop the honorific. whatcha readin'?"

"i don't wish for inari-sama to smite me for disrespecting her guardians." he shows him his book. "it's a travelogue from a youkai in the karasuno crow pack. i yearn to travel as widely as they have."

"don't itachi travel 'round?"

“a bit. we’re often in threes, so it isn’t safe for us right now. motoya has been looking for a third to join us before we can travel.”

"oh." atsumu's voice drops. "does that mean ya'll leave afterwards?"

kiyoomi hesitates. “we may , but the forest is our home. we haven’t been here for long, but the hospitality we’ve received is…touching.”

"that's good. 'samu an' i do our best." atsumu smiles at him. "there's someplace that i wanna take ya, if yer free. how ‘bout it?”

“where?”

“the other side o’ the mountain! close ta tooru an’ his gang, if ya met ‘em before.”

“that’s rather far.”

atsumu grins. “not fer me!” he leaps from the branch and into the air, enveloped in another puff of smoke as he transforms into his true kitsune form, an elegant, white-furred creature with golden eyes, five tails tipped with gold. he hovers beside the tree, head lowered for kiyoomi. “climb on. i’ll get us there.”

he receives a bewildered look in exchange. “are you…is this all right? for me to…”

“i’m offerin’, aren’t i? ‘course it’s all right!” amusement rumbles deep in his voice. “behold the true power o’ atsumu-sama!”

after another moment’s hesitation, kiyoomi pockets his book and carefully jumps on, hands splayed gently across his scruff. atsumu takes off, trees rustling behind them.

he soars through the sky, reaches the next mountain in a matter of minutes. his eyes scan the mountainside for the spring lilies, spotting a patch of white. he starts his descent. “get ready ta jump!”

“hah?”

atsumu transforms again, and his humanoid form freefalls through the air before landing in the clearing. kiyoomi yelps after him, landing in his arms with a grunt. atsumu throws his head back with a laugh, a chortle that echoes around them. “ain’t it pretty?” he asks, jerking his chin toward the flowers.

the spring lilies create a blanket of white through the grass, waltzing with the wind. coupled with the fresh air and pure silence, it’s like they’ve been transported into their own world.

“atsumu-sama.” kiyoomi’s voice is hesitant. “you can put me down.”

oh. “oh!” atsumu quickly lowers him to the ground. kiyoomi straightens his kimono and takes in the view. “tooru loves flowers, so ya can find these patches ‘round his territory. we get together fer drinkin’ parties a lot in the spring, like how humans have hanami. hey, let’s come back with drinks – we can bring motoya an’ samu, an’ maybe sunarin would wanna come–“

“or,” kiyoomi cuts in gently, “we can enjoy the view for ourselves.” he moves forward, leaving him behind.

“yes. yes, we definitely can,” atsumu mumbles to himself, hurrying after him.

they find a rock to climb to the top and admire the sea of white. atsumu watches kiyoomi, admires the way his eyes widen at the flowers, the tiny smile that softens his expression. he could watch him forever, he realizes.

“if ya ever travel ‘round,” he ventures slowly, “i hope ya won’t forget all the sights that inarizaki has.”

“of course not. i won’t forget them in a hurry.” kiyoomi turns to him, unspoken words hanging between them. “thank you, atsumu-sama.”

“atsumu. please, omi.”

“fine. thank you, atsumu.”

he smiles. “here’s ta more sights ‘till then.” they return to the flowers, quiet spectators of their dance.

[details2decern]

Hokkaido Island, 1974. "Minoru Taketazu's first opus dedicated to the Hokkaido Fox (vulpes vulpes schrencki). A beautiful work on a mascot animal of Japan, in the great natural environment of the Hokkaido island." From "Kita-Kitsune (Hokkaido Fox)" by Minoru Taketazu.

Source: equator

[kitsune-kita]

۶♡ৎ NEKOMA HIGH (TOKYO)

f - fluff | a - angst | s - suggestive | d - drabbles | o - oneshot | h - headcanons | sc - series or collection

— kuroo tetsuro

— yaku morisuke

— kozume kenma

© KITSUNE-KITA - do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or claim any of my works as your own.

[tsumukono]

I Love my kita , the sweetest caring husband, that i need spoil love, love you my silly care for you more then you know.

[tsunaaism]

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | Miya Twins.

"Such prowess; such beauty... are not for humans to witness."

Pairings: Immortal!Reader x Miya Atsumu x Miya Osamu

Genre: Fantasy, Mystery.

Words: 970

Warnings: A little, teeny-tiny bit suggestive.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 (you're here.)

The night is empty. Silence engulfs the forest; the atmosphere is devoid of anything but the waterfall’s stream. Gravel crunches beneath your feet, jagged edges threatening to tear. Freezing water pours over your form, the flow cooling your mind.

The truth has always been there; not in hiding nor beneath a spotlight. Simply idling in your peripherals.

“It wasn’t ignorance.”

The waterfall continues to wash over your form as your voice lulls within the empty air.

“It’s indifference.”

Over the fact that you needed the imperial family—Shinsuke Kita and his father—his grandpas and his ancestors. You needed humans. Their thoughts. Their memories. Their desires—their prayers.

The waterfall’s crashes no longer resounds. Your eyes flutters open. The river had dried up, leaving the moonlight’s fragmented glow. A large basin of water circulates above your form. Your worries must’ve gotten to you. Slowly, they swirl around—flowing—returning to where they belong. As everything falls back into place, the river streams again.

Benjirō was someone you couldn’t have lived without. You took a deep breath, listening to the caws of the crows. A God created from words and desperation. From the half-assed drawing you had stuck on the civillians door thousands of years ago, and the thousands of battles you fought.

Simply a myth, and yet, he lives. He thrives.

But so do you.

If the famed war hero is forgotten, so would your existence. After all, immortality is a bliss; one every elusive beings of the world dreams of. When the actuality of a mythical being is forgotten—then the world erases them.

Ironic, right? Possessing unmatched knowledge and power, yet having to rely on the mere desires of humans—their selfish needs.

The caws of the crows morphs into the swallows chirps. The forest glows a yellow hue. You sigh, ending your meditation this night. The water sloshes in your leave, no traces of you within the forest.

Ah, yes. Back home.

Except it’s all over the place.

Papers littered over the engawa. Ink spills over the fallen table and wooden floor. Only darkness was palpable inside—as if an endless tunnel. A smudged drag of blood stops near the opening of the door. The small sparrow twitches, trying to salvage whatever bit of life it has.  

It has only been a day since you left.

Slow footsteps ring in your ears. But far—faraway. Almost as if they’re hidden deep inside the house. The scent of burnt incense mingles with an animalic odor. You feel blood rushing through your heart, beating slower… and slower.

Yōkais. You were right.

“You are scared.” You walk closer to the sparrow, scooping the carcass into your hand, “Both of you.”

You placed it on an untainted paper.

“I don’t like when someone turns my home into a nest, you know?”

You step inside. Still, nothing but pitch black darkness. It reeks of musk and blood.

“Especially when it smells like foxes.”

A screech echoes. A deep growl follows. You suppose all Kitsunes hated to be called foxes. The word does sound domesticating.

From far, faraway—a lantern-lit figure walks to you. Slowly. Almost drifting. You smile. The structure of the house is gone, replaced by an endless dark void. No traces of the door you stepped into.

“Lady.” A mature, masculine figure drifts closer. Yellowed hair flows like burning ember. He smiles beneath his ironically fox-shaped mask. You stifle a laugh.

“—Or should I say,” A whisper’s warm breath looms behind your ear. Its sudden appearance doesn’t bother you. The fox with the lantern inches closer, now standing idly in front of you.

“Child of Vaiśravaṇa.”

“Fragment of Bishamonten.”

Both whispers in unison, dangerously close.

“You’re the one.” A thin, sharp claw draws circle behind your neck, “Who should come home.”

“I am home.” You muse, “I am everywhere.”

“Is that so?” The blonde kitsune raises his lantern. Light glints upon his hazel eyes, “Yet, you co-exist. Helped humans. Are you.. dying? Has the… Ōmikami rejected you?”

“Or have you… rejected the Gods?”

“Such power,” The sharp claw continues to glide over your back, almost tearing the fabric of your yukata, “Such prowess. Such… beauty. Are not for humans to witness.”

Deftly, your hand cracked the wrists of the fox behind you. Within a blink of an eye, you flew over both of the Kitsune’s figure. They didn’t move, still adorning the smile they’ve always had on—even as a child.

“We know of your capability.” A chime echoes within the void, “We do not wish to fight, Lady.”

Yellow hair, grey hair. Which one is which, you wondered?

The grey kitsune healed his cracked wrist with a lick. His eyes pierces through you as he continues to fix his wounds.

“Insolent cats.” Your vision sharpened, “Take your masks off.”

Surprisingly, they do. With a snap, their masks fall, coming undone. Sharp eyes stare at your form. The rounded features of the faux children are long gone; replaced by strong, almost angelic features.

You scoff.

“Shapeshifting foxes.”

A familiar cold stings your hand, glowing red. Sparks of darkened electricity swirls around your fingers. You relished in the burn as the spear merges into your grip.

“What do you intend?” Your words echoes like a gale, “What dared you to deceive me?”

“Us?” A strong wind fills the void. Their claws sharpened. Light strikes your vision, the void flashing into an endless blooming forest. Pink petals sway in the air. The pungent scent of honeyed florals invades your lungs, as if a perfume masking the scent of blood.

Sun falls from crevices of the trees. Soft, mossy grass covered achres of rich soil. Flowers bloom at every wake of the Kitsunes movement. The green landscape moves—alive, singing. Rabbits and deers gathered, surrounding the foxes. They gaze to you.

“Come,”

“With us.”

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Sorry for just continuing this after like.. three years. Hihi. Just got a break! Coming back to writing and continuing some stuffs very-very soon. Putting this out before laying out all da big guns 🫡.

[itsloriel]

equator

Hokkaido Island, 1974.

"Minoru Taketazu's first opus dedicated to the Hokkaido Fox (vulpes vulpes schrencki). A beautiful work on a mascot animal of Japan, in the great natural environment of the Hokkaido island."

From "Kita-Kitsune (Hokkaido Fox)" by Minoru Taketazu.