Threads 242-Fox 4

“Deny as you want, but tell me, what were you gonna do with these scraps?” asked the fox.

Xisheng cowered behind Su Ling’s legs, their eyes shut. Their form was still in flux, features changing between eye blinks.

“Not a bad meal for a girl at your realm. You thought to get one over me?” The monster pursed wrinkled lips. “But… No, you cut it off. Can’t even use it to nip at my power.”

“I didn’t take her for some shitty reason like that. I took her because they all deserve better than you. They’ve already suffered enough,” Su Ling said flatly.

“You’ve killed it though,” said the fox, cocking her elderly head, birdlike. “Buncha scraps like that, course they’d start falling apart without the only thing that binds them.”

All of them glanced toward Xisheng, who had now hidden their face in Sixiang’s trousers, avoiding the old woman’s gaze. Their qi was disordered and coming apart. A wisp streamed up from a dissolving sleeve.

“Don’t lie to me, girl. Even if you’ve not inherited my hunger, you’ve inherited my hate.” The gentle tap of the cane and the drag of elderly feet were far too loud. The old woman loomed. “Are you even that different? Think I can’t smell the man on you, child? Oh, but he’s a strong one, ain’t he? Won’t even notice if you take a sip. Lucky little kit.”

“It’s not like that! I didn’t—It was just—” Su Ling’s own tails snapped and waved wildly in agitation, and her blade wavered. Only the ghost at her feet stopped her from taking a step back.

“Maybe you didn’t want to eat that, but you wanted to take it from me. It was spite, not some dressed-up virtue that moved your hand.”

Ling Qi hated the verbal assault her friend was under, but if the beast could just remain distracted… Perhaps here, Ling Qi thought. If she could just work her will into the miniscule gaps between the weaves of this illusion world, she could pry open a little crack…

“And you, quit pawing at the shutters, girl.” Ling Qi froze as the old woman’s eyes fell on her. “You’re one of the ones who went and confused my girl. Made her forget how things are when you should damn well know better. You’re half nightkin as it is. So much yin you’re a half step from drinking the life breath of men yourself, and you go and fill my Su Ling’s head with this nonsense.”

“I am not yours,” Su Ling snarled, but the thing that called itself her mother ignored it, staring down Ling Qi.

Ling Qi swallowed, pins and needles on her skin. Some part of her wanted to deflect to try and desperately stall for more time. But could she really beat this creature with words and misdirection? No, obviously not. She felt Sixiang’s arms embrace her without form. “All your power, and it’s still not perfect, huh?”

“Hm?” wondered the fox, raising an eyebrow.

“It was like that with Black Skies Yearning too.” Ling Qi met her gaze steadily. “A cruel old monster that preys on the weak. So powerful, but there were holes in her illusion because she lacked understanding too.” She smiled in reminiscence.”You know, I think my teacher’s illusions were the only really perfect ones. She only tripped up because she was fighting herself.”

Su Ling furrowed her brow, looking her way.

The old woman’s cane struck the floor with a boom. “You got a point in that rambling, girl?”

“Yeah. Illusions and art don’t make you elegant or smart. They’re as blunt or graceful as their maker. Su Ling is the righteous one, the one who remembers people’s names and hurts. No one has filled her head with anything. She came on it honestly. Me, I’m only a thief. And you? You’re a poor liar and a brute.”

The thing about cruelty, Ling Qi found, was that it was usually inflicted on someone helpless. Combine this with the pride of a beast who by all indications wished to break rather than kill, and it made her sloppy. Inattentive. More importantly, this was a beast who was not entirely here with connections reaching out into the waking world in three directions.

And if someone was caught in one act, too often, the catcher would be less attentive to other acts.

Subtly gathered, dream qi surged, and Sixiang slammed the full weight of their combined qi into the thinnest, most unstable part of the illusions. The tiniest split appeared in the weave, and Ling Qi grabbed Su Ling’s hand. The world erupted in a kaleidoscope of light as Ling Qi reached for the image of power, far more expansive than her little gate.

Her mind dreamed of golden scales, coiling kilometers into the sky. If she could just get the attention of Xuelong, the Sect Head’s spirit beast… The Sect was his hoard. He’d trivially smack this beast.

The world flew, or they did. Ling Qi could not tell in the chaos. She threw every ounce of her will and her speed into this jump, and Sixiang expended the entirety of their qi in a single, tremendous burst of dissolution to leave the path behind unknowable.

It was not enough.

Death came as fire, purple and smoky. A haze in the shape of a lashing tail, its bone white tip far sharper than mortal steel, sailed straight toward them. Ling Qi felt a lance of terror and pulled deep upon the dark qi that ran through her body, forming the pattern of the Black Mirror technique in the bare instant she had. Her form became the void, a bottomless hole in the world that would absorb any attack.

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The void filled with fire and overflowed. Ling Qi heard a crack like breaking porcelain, and her technique shattered.

She hit the ground rolling, bile and blood in her throat. A sharp and pinching pain flared in her chest. Smoke trailed from the burned hem of her dress, and distantly, she heard Sixiang cry out in pain. Her flute materialized in her hands as she rolled to her feet, already beginning the steps to summon mirror copies or speed herself on the wind.

Another tail the size of a tree trunk smashed into her. She felt her right arm snap like so much kindling, and her flute shattered, splinters digging into her lips and neck. She was sent flying into a tree and nearly blacked out, slumping down to its base.

“Ling Qi!” she heard Su Ling scream.

“Such a rude girl. But if that is what you think, shall this one not oblige?” The voice wasn’t raspy and old anymore. Instead, it was deep and thick with menace, only a bare edge of a feminine purr softening the bestial growl.