Snippet #2755789

Jeremy sat down, not bothering to cover himself again. "You're probably wondering what that is, yeah? It's a Kitsune mask, used for rituals.. I shattered my other one awhile ago so I have to use this one. I remember a story my father told me... it will explain a bit, I think, about the rituals. Hidden deep within the Forest; a rather peculiar Shrine belonging to one of Japan's many deities, it was said that one could avoid becoming a wandering spirit if they spilled their blood upon the marble steps and the blood dripped into a wooden bowl, the deity, Asore, would devour them. If an offering was refused, the one offering to Asore was forced to dance in his Kitsune mask until rotting away. He was described according to legend as quite beautiful, with long, flowing hair as dark as night and pure sakura eyes, beauty was a mask for cunning as he would often lure young men to the shrine to make his dolls and women to drown. His dolls could not speak; could not move, and Asore ate his dolls one by one until there was nothing left. One lone man; a lone traveler happened across the deity and demanded to wear the mask in ceremonial dance because he knew that he would be protected, a priest. He would leave Asore alone if he lost and curse Asore if he won. Asore tried everything he could to distract the man, but he finished and pointed a finger at the deity, "You must be consumed, lest you fall to the bidding of another." "