18. XVII - Kitsune
58th Stepanbor 3791, 9th Eon
Sightings have been all across the far east, but no one knows of their one place of origin.
Predictions go from the size of a terrier dog, or as large as a bull.
I spent several years in the mysterious swamps and forest lands, searching for even a single Kitsune. The creatures are illusive and rare. For a human to see one means that, apparently, they shall have good fortune and luck in the future. The only information I was able to get on them was by talking to locals who had reported they had seen them.
The people of the east say that the Kitsune is a magical and spiritual creature, that only can be seen in their fox like form if they have a deep, urging sense of honour and are good-of-heart. The more tails, they say, the older, wiser and more powerful the Kitsune is. Reports tell of seeing up to nine tails on these beasts, which I cannot even begin to imagine how the creature holds them all up.
They have told that they have a particular connection with fire, but not like Phoenixes or Dragons do. They say that wisps of bright blue flame can be seen dancing around their bodies and at the tips of their tales. They are usually said to be bright white of fur, almost as bright as the moon that beams above. But the stories I have even heard that if some are worthy enough, the Kitsune will be their spiritual companions and guides. Yet others say that any who is untrue of heart, the Kitsune will judge their souls and trick them into bad luck or even death. They are known to change into human beings of themselves, beautiful and radiant. They will use this form to secretly and cunningly help those in need or those who are worthy, or use their form to deceivingly fool, manipulate and mortify those who are dark-of-heart.
After more than three years looking, I was about to give up hope when looking for these creatures. After questioning all who I could question, and read all books I could read on them, I was ready to ride back on Maganin and head onto my next target of study, when it was that very moment I saw one in the dead of the night. In amongst the trees of the nearby forest, it looked right at me with piecing but delicate ruby eyes. The little blue balls of flames orbited it so gently, and its tails flowed like elegant ribbons. I turned around quickly to get my note book and was ready to scribble information when with no hints, it had vanished with only the wind blowing softly where it stood. It was a quite a sight to see.
None that I could find.
Head Professor of Mythology and Cryptozoology at the University of Adrastia