Silence. He looked upon his killer as she reveled in the act. Feeding upon the pain and torment of both herself and her victim. This wasn't the cold efficiency of a predator, nor the burning anger of vengeance or righteous drive. No, her eyes shimmered with the gleeful pleasure of an artist; taking in every little bit of atmosphere and emotion. The same look that shown in his own eyes when playing his 'games'... perhaps a morbid comparison considering her art, but the similarities were definitely there.<br/><br/>Staring death in the face was a stressful affair, but fear did not crush<i>all</i>hope. The little nogitsune held the eyes of his captor with vulpine intensity, ready at even the slightest flinch to escape. The need to survive easily masked the nipping pain as the unnatural blade carved itself gracefully into his neck. It came, but not in the way he expected. Suddenly the other woman appeared and, with a gentle touch, stopped her volatile counterpart. Even filled with pity, he found her gaze as enchanting as her voice. So did her counterpart, apparently, for without so much as a word the murderous artist faltered and seemed to reconsider herself. Almost as if there were two inside her. His gem darkened in green slightly as he curiously shifted his gaze between the pair, and much to his ecstatic pleasure the internal conflict finally ended in his favor.<br/><br/>Even if he could have heard the mental conversation between them, it wouldn't have mattered. The two had torn his best illusion to shreds in a breath and made him seem little more than the harmless fox he appeared. If nothing else, he was clever. Enough to understand that they had absolutely no reason not to change their minds and make canid meat of him at a moment's notice. Enough to run the moment he was given the chance. That moment being the second the blades faded back to the void from whence they came.<br/><br/>In that instant he mustered the last bit of magic within him and poofed, shrouding himself from sight and sound in a field of stealth. Even if they shattered his illusion again, he could only hope it was enough for him to dart away and into the underbrush. There he could hide until they went away.<br/><br/>...and yet... the women were just too alluring. 'Once in a lifetime. Perhaps several.' That was what he thought. Even if it meant extreme danger, he couldn't simply run away from something like this. Well, not all the way. He could still hide, but he absolutely<i>had</i>to follow them. And like a shadow upon the horizon, he would do just that.