soft dawn, dew crisp and air fresh and clean. the kitsune hummed lowly, a light Jerry tune to the incandescent beat his tails swayed to. a hauntly little tune. light were the materials along the kitsune's persons, an obi tied neatly along the base of his tail, adorned with a spiraling crimson ball with a single star shape of running silver. gold coined eyes watched the sun rise slowly from his steady walk, prowling along towards his destination the same way a hunter corners it's prey, without hurry and utter certainty. Hisoka was without rush or mercy, a clan lay upon his sights and he would seek it out. if nothing else, a passing curiosity, and something more; a place to settle before the next challenge took to his obsession.

living a life of simple pleasures, the kitsune wanted little in a home. a small hovel- home. a place to greet and inspire both fear and wonder in equal ability. he was a magician, a showman, a murderer, and a hunter: a fox did nothing but play with their food, and who was he to deny his nature? living for three hundred some years did little but expand his horizons, and in those horizons the small cozy clan of peace and democracy called to him, if for nothing else, an interesting experience.

so he wait along the border that day, in the softer morning a hidden blade- threat in hisoka's presence. the painted fox's face turned towards the sky as he watched the horizon for movement, for a stranger- fellow to greet him. 

"[glow=#FFB5C5,2,300]What a wondrous little sprite,[/glow]" hummed out of a coy maw, sharp fangs shown in an attempt of a smile; but too sharp. Such as the kitsune's smile his eyes zeroed on the stray creature that approached him, a furred bat with large wings and an ever curious presence. his words were sent as a drawl, a breath of air spun between wisps of the crisp fall air. hisoka felt more than he saw the other, wingbeats pushing air too and fro in a manner that [glow=#480000,2,300]disturbed[/glow]. a low growl cut off in consideration for clony's words, pointed ears twitching in attention. a curious manner of speaking, but after a intense stare, the kitsune felt no threat, and with another hum hisoka took a breath to speak-

and noticed the other, escape the foliage and join them. thus the process repeated itself, gold hued eyes watching the other's flash of amusement: care in their fond expression, and the weary way they cast eyes outwards. expecting something; a group of hostiles, perhaps? the kitsune admitted he had been a bit, negligent when chasing his latest prey, not paying forth attention towards the rest of the world- getting carried away: [glow=#480000,2,300]obsessed [/glow] was the point of love afterall-

but, it paid to be an tentative, the flicker of his tails swirled, and the great creature sat down; a low smile along the creature's face more sly and less approachable. it paid because the information, the promise of a fight even in the far future would pay to experience. "[glow=#FFB5C5,2,300]I'm known as Marrow, Hisoka Marrow[/glow]" he deigned them, the large fox watching the two with an apt amount of interest, if rin's weariness was worth any of it's salt.

"[glow=#FFB5C5,2,300]It's been some time since i've noticed your clan along where my home used to settle. Since i've yet join a clan with such an odd introduction well, we could call me curious. hmm?[/glow]" there was little doubt that his name wouldn't register, and only those who used to pertain part of the clan that was drenched in snow of sand would consider the male's name familiar. Hisoka was already amused by the two, and the place was curious enough; and such beautiful promises of battle would always allure his attention.