The name Sakasu was a joke, it was a laughable one: that often fell flat without the context- as most jokes. You needed some sort of... stage. A start to the joke, or the punchline would always fall flat. It wasn't his birth name, but it was one he earned none-the-less. It was a calling card, in consideration to the tongue twister he was known at well. the sakasu he was born from. Caged bars and looming scents of lingering blood, loud uproars laughter of cruel things who lauded their control over Sakasu: controlled Sakasu. Both the place and the being- the entity that now lay free. To claim the name that burned him, and he thusly burned to the ground.

But it had been generations since a tale as old had been told. A namesake such as these- an origin so softly sung in comparison to the orchestra that boomed across the din of the Elysium . Even in such a small clan as this: it was rare, and hard to find reason to talk about it- not that Sakasu would ever speak about it. Not here- not ever. it was, simply put a history. It's effects faded from center focus and the foundation- though crumbling: was thrown to the center-stage with a name like his. A reminder. A scar that never lingered but he elected to keep all the same.

That wasn't to say there wasn't still something that lingered, it were predatory: all focused distance. All the looks sent towards the kitsune so small, single tailed alone and afraid now directed outwards. It leered under his grin, a glowering promise as he spied one of their newer- or rather newer introduced members discussion the terms of a border with someone much more vivid towards the Kitsune's own story.

Stryker

A card, with a hear shaped center was curled around the wind. picked up from the small pack where Saksu kept them. It drifted for a moment before him- flickering the face- [glow=#FFB5C5,2,300]the eight of swords[/glow] shined with a glimmer of gold before it flew past the beast and landed directly at Stryker's feet. Cutting into the earth until only half of it remained to see to the pair- trio now, as it were.

"Ura Ura, what have we here?" The kitsune cooed out, half a challenge and half a welcome. He departed from the cover of his surroundings. The large hoarse-sized beast striking an intimidating figure, paint fresh along his fur staining vibrant reds along his form and flickers of gold- and teal along his face- eyes. "And where did you crawl from?" Hisoka's voice was a purr, as the ex-pittian stared down the ex-ardent of said pitt. A rictus grin fit across his features.

Sakasu couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him, first Snowbound- now the Pitt. It was a gift, so gloriously wrapped along at the edges of his border. He couldn't wait to cut into it- sink his teeth deeper still into his old allies. "Or should i ask- what pit?" he huffed out, amused. Already feeling his heat pick up it's rate into a steady- exhilarating pace. He felt on the edge of war, on the cusp of blooding his prey. He cocked his head, and wondered if it would be a declaration of war if he fought them at their border. They were- affiliated with the Pitt. But then again- so were both of them.

The thrill of an ancient chase forgotten. Stryker fell into his grasp- attainable. A bounty for the kitsune to attain. It was glorious- for stark moment: Sakasu felt the promise of a battle shiver up his spine- and the rushed inwards. The grin on his maw cutting into something dangerous- unhinged desperate-

Then it was smashed, shattered really. With the approach of the leader. Hani and Alani both spoke up- and the conversation flowed, the Astral- whatever spoke in tandem and caught away his prey's attention. And Sakasu allowed the wallow of... not disappointment, but the feelings that tightened inside his chest to loosen. (It was a close thing, disappointment), but no; he crushed the feeling, crushed any hope for such a feeling to hold reign over him and he looked on- instead. Catching the words that went unsaid. The words that hushed- and while words were not exchanged, The leader's more mellow head did not hide the action of the whisper.

A leader with two faces; with a double agenda, or a double intent in taking over these lands. How... interesting.
Tenya, it seemed at least, was the main reason behind this show- spurring Alani and Hani to both spur their old... leader? The kitsune cocked his head. Tails growing still behind him as he let out a chitter towwrds the Condemned leader - his tone teasing.

Alani's words cutting into the silence that rung afterwards: Sakasu was quick to deign in. "best to leave, before the next card I pull for you might be death, dear Stryker" Unlike the rest of the clan. Sakasu was careless enough to challenge the other- openly, and by the grin along his maw, he didn't hide the fact.

Hani and Alani might've tried to protest Sakasu's challenge but be that as it were- He simply didn't care. Really. They'll learn soon enough.