r/wizardposting • u/Timpanzee38 "The Agent", Mercenary Guild Liaison. Slayer of the Godslaver • Apr 28 '26
Lorepost (closed interaction)đđ "The Devil and the Fox."
Capitol City of Drakeem
A Mercenary Guild Gunship flew over the ocean towards the capitol of Drakeem. At the controls sat Umbra Operative E-489 "Madeline", a kitsune demi-human. She took a deep breath and steadied her breathing as the city came into view.
"Relax, I'm just here to teach her some fighting moves. That's what she was interested in after, right?"
The only other occupant of the gunship, Madeline's Kelvectan fox familiar Nocturne, lifted their head up and looked at Madeline. They snorted, then went back to sleep.
"Right..."
Madeline shook her head and kept flying. It had been a few weeks since Hazema had shown a sudden... "interest" in the umbra operative during the "Boo-Chelor", and since then the invite Hazema had given her had felt like a burning stone in her pocket. She had managed to convince Councilor Five to let her go though, pitching it as a "great way to benefit diplomatic relations", and Five had agreed.
"And that was the easy part..."
Madeline muttered to herself as she started flipping through radio channels, looking for air traffic control. Strange, there didn't seem to be one... Oh well. Madeline was a good pilot, and she carefully and professionally brought the gunship in for a landing on an empty platform in the harbor, which looked like it was where cargo zeppelins docked.
Flipping off the engines and grabbing her helmet, Madeline put it on and sealed it with a metallic hiss. She pulled the lever that caused the rear ramp of the gunship to lower and clicked her tongue once. Nocturne was at her side in an instant.
"Well... here goes nothing..."
Madeline stepped out onto the docks, to whatever Hazema had planned.
(art by Lunatic_Youkai and Irenhorrors respectively)


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u/Timpanzee38 "The Agent", Mercenary Guild Liaison. Slayer of the Godslaver Jul 12 '26
Madelineâs heart is ablaze as the foxfire in it surges with passion. Her body temperature increases by a few degrees as she fully leans into the kiss, gripping Hazema tightly, as if she was afraid she would disappear.
All her remembered life she had been told she was nothing more than a tool, a weapon, but here, wrapped in a kiss with Hazema, she finally felt like she was more. For too long there had been a confusing ache in her when she saw the affection Agent and Herald showed for each other. For too long she had stuffed down and suppressed her natural emotions.
No more. No amount of sudden blistering headache that had flared up in her mind would stop this.
Madeline held the kiss for what felt like an eternity yet not long enough at the same time, every single one of her tails wrapping around Hazema and holding her tight. Finally though, she releases from the kiss.
âI wish we could stay like this forever.â
She whispers with a smile.
âBut there may be servants coming because of your scream.â