Curse hour

Sep. 4th, 2019 03:36 pm
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It was the hour of the rat.

Takumi skittered across the courtyard of the samurai's mansion on paws darker than the moonless night. Whatever party was being held here was winding down and the master of the estate would likely retire to his chambers soon.

Takumi could wait a little longer to be sure his target would be mostly alone. No need to mingle innocent blood with that of the guilty.

It was the hour of the ox, at least halfway through by Takumi's count, when the samurai's second son, who carried the same scent as his father, came to the master's chamber to sleep. The humans' habit of sending off their lords and said lords' heirs and wives to the capital had slipped Takumi's mind. But he had come to enact his grudge and found a fitting target in any case.

The young samurai was not fully asleep when Takumi's fangs found his neck, ending him swiftly and quietly. Takumi had drunk his fill of the tainted blood, jumped to the roof to clean himself and left before anyone found what had happened.

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