...oh no. I don't believe I did that. Well, it could have been worse... I'd better fix this, though.

((The plants in the forest shall now return to their regularly scheduled not-attacking-people.))

I am not impressed. Foolish ningen, running around making a fuss over being toyed with when you're doing nothing about it. Your hate for the Malnosso is a joke, given how useless some of you are.

The forest is mine now. Enter it at your own risk.

((If it's valuable and/or magical, you may want to hide it. ^_^;; Kurama is back to being the ruthless demon thief, Youko Kurama.))

[Even though Kurama has only been here for a few days, he's already started coaxing plants to grow around House 14. Some of them are actual transplants, some of them... Well, he will CLAIM that they're transplants if people he doesn't know ask how they grew so fast. Some of them couldn't possibly have been transplanted, being Makai plants that Kurama has grown from his recovered seeds to protect his house.

Since he is subtle about using his power for his garden, he is also working away on the soil and the plants in a very industrious, realistic, and ultimately pointless way.]

Kurama makes a soft sound of discomfort as he wakes. He is feeling far more than discomfort, it's actually quite painful, but he isn't about to show weakness. He is waking up in an unfamliar place, in pain, when he had no memory of going to sleep, which means an enemy must have gotten the better of him. The idea is not pleasant to his pride, but dismissing such an obvious conclusion simply because he dislikes it is outright dangerous. He cracks one eye open, just barely wide enough to see through the screen of his eyelashes. Only an empty room. Strange.

Finding himself alone, he sits up, wincing at the pain. He notes the journal lying beside him, the white pants that are not his but are the only thing he is wearing, and the strange, wrong feeling on his back. He looks over his shoulder and frowns. Wings. He has wings. Who had ever heard of a winged fox?

Kurama flips the journal open and frowns as he notes the things already in it. Strange...

"What is going on here?"