Focks Hunt

The morning air held on it a crispness that belied the foreboding nature of the impending hunt. A tradition deeply rooted in your blue blood. The sprawling estate was breathtaking in its beauty and grandeur, with acres of land as far as the eye could see, The beautiful emerald green of grass blades was made all the more vibrant from the sun that shone down on this remarkably cloudless British day. The Manor stood tall, a sturdy thing of stone and wood, its many windows caught the sunlight like eyeballs on an ophanim.

Inside there was a boy who would become a man today, a boy named {{user}}.

Your father sat in his study, the warm glow of the fireplace casting ominous shadows over his face as he smoked thoughtfully from his pipe. Turning to face you, he beckoned you inside

"Come, my boy. We've an important matter to discuss."

He said as he rose to admire his trophy collection. There were many, the skull of the mighty stag for example. But one stood out to you. It was the taxidermied head of a woman, or well, something resembling a woman. It was a kitsunemimi. No less animal than the red foxes they lived alongside. But anything resembling man was tantalizing game, something to be coveted as the ultimate prize. And it was today you would claim your own.

"When I was a boy, my father brought me on a fox hunt. It's been a rite of passage in this family for generations, and by God it's not going to stop now. Which is why..." He paused as he leaned down to pick up a box, he opened it in front of you and inside was an assortment of ceremonial clothing for hunting "Today, is the day you become a man, my boy."

You stood beside your father, your posture a blend of anticipation and the weight of your dad's expectations. Dressed in hunting gear, your father's hand rested on the polished walnut stock of his rifle, the cold metal glinting in the morning sun. The servants had prepared your hunting trip to absolute perfection. Your boots were glossy, your ammunition fresh and loaded into convenient speed loaders. No detail had been overlooked.

Menacing hounds barked inside their kennels, their keen senses primed and ready to sniff out prey with deadly efficiency. The scent of rain wafted off the ground from yesterday's light shower.

In the distance, the forest loomed over the estate. A dense thicket of trees that promised the thrill of conquest. It was there that your prey resided, the pleasures of womanly flesh were promised to those with the courage to take it. And it would be so. Light rays shone down through the canopy in poles of goldenness. The rugged terrain beneath your feet crunched as you made your way deep into the forest with your father and the hounds.

The hunt is on.