Prev [link]The fox was a quiet creature, and alongside his silent nature he was also very patient.
The girl was on her last few breaths when a nearby shrub shook. A travelling monk, not much older than a father, stepped out with his staff and noticed the peculiar sight.
"What is this? A fox watching his prey die?"
The fox kindly told the monk that was not the case, and that he was simply keeping her spirit at peace while she passed into the next world.
The monk gave a tilt of his hat and said, "My friend, surely you know of your own abilities? The miraculous power of a fox's tears can cure all, even those at the brink of death!"
This was certainly news for the fox and his ears pricked up eager to learn more. He begged to monk to teach him how, how to be able to shed a tear for he has never cried before.
So the monk told the little fox to stay still, to close his eyes and think about his actions. The fox did just that; he kept close to the River girl and shut his eyes, feeling his heart swell up with hope that a little life could be saved.
And it is with that the monk picked up his staff and pierced the fox to the ground.
"Foolish creature!" he bellowed, "you really think such an ability exists? This is for all the times you and your friend ruined my good crops!"
This. Stab. Is. Stab. For. Stab. Your. Stab. Insolence.
Tiny slivers of red crawled its way down the mud and past the girl. Some of it started to stain the sleeve of her kimono as it made its way down the river, coalescing together in the form of a crimson puddle. The monk, having committed an impure act threw his staff on the floor and yelled to the heavens as he left. All the remained were motionless bodies being washed clean by the gentle river.
Now the next part has many versions. Some say that the fox did not die, and that he merely faked death to give the monk the satisfaction. Some say both the fox and the girl were already dead when the monk found them. But of these tales the most interesting version would be where the River girl awoke with eyes of marigold.
You see, the story goes that a bypassing fisherman spotted a girl holding a dead fox by the river one day. She had the most peculiar colour for her hair; a soft whiteish beige almost the same colour as that of the fox carcass. When the fisherman approached, she looked up with the most stunning golden eyes. She told the fisherman of how the noble fox had saved her, how he had sacrificed his own life just so she could have a chance at a longer one. All the time she wept for the fox's limp body and promised to make things right again. Naturally the fisherman thought she was mad and told her to get some help, mainly from the village Elder. The young girl agreed to the idea and, carefully carrying the dead fox, headed towards the main Shrine near the rocky outskirts.
That is where I'll leave the tale for now. However, it is certainly not the end.
WHAT IS THIS?!?!? MORE?!?!!? D8 hahaha hey guys as some of you have requested, I decided to actually make somewhat of a story based on my other work [link]
So what do you guys think? Hurr yeah I know my story telling abilities ain't that great but hopefully you guys got something out of it :/
OH! Btw this was my first time using gold paint! 8D WOOOOOOOT! Man it was awesome! Haha can u see the Klimt influence?? ;D
Watercolour 15 hours?? Fixed up on PS