EVOLUTION IS KEY

ROSEBLOODS

KITSUNE

Rhysinus was annoyed. He was pissed off by the recent failed experiment of his. The patient had not wanted to continue and had believed they had not needed his remedy. The patient had even accused him of not being a real doctor at all which had greatly offended the "healer". He had only wanted for the fool to blossom, to grow into something better. But as always, mortal minds were weak. Rhysinus himself was weak in a sense that he kept sympathy for those that decided to decline or cancel their treatment. Usually, he would simply scold them and give them a sermon about how wrong they were to not accept his offerings. So many weak foolish minds. When would they ever learn that they were wrong?

His long golden forked tongue danced out of his jaws, rolling across his lips as the male crept around the burning carcasses of what had once been a lush place. Fire was an icky thing wasn't it? Too out of control and messy, not his type of enjoyment. Not even Mother Nature's hand could control the raging flames and it's destructive tendencies. It burned on, yearning for a limit to break. He gently kicked at a jet black colored tree branch, watching it explode into ash and charred shards of what it had once been. The freckled crimson mystical creature let out a snort, ivory white gaze narrowing with soft displeasure but not enough to wrinkle his youthful delicate facial features. Humming softly, his twin short bobtails wagged lazily behind him as the slender lanky male glanced around, curious to see if anyone was still alive and bumbling about. Of course, there would be life. Even in the most extreme conditions, there were signs of life so a little fire shouldn't have scared everyone away now had it?

"Hello hello — helloooooooo? My my, I expected more of a welcome than this. Is anyone out and about? It's awfully lonely here and I am not that shy of a person to enjoy all this peace and quiet." called out softly the crimson ginger as the snow eyed kitsune bounced delicately on top of a rather flat boulder, his pale paws softly thumping onto the rock's surface as he went into a sitting position, tufted ears pricked with curiosity and wonder. Luckily for them, he was one willing to wait. He simply glanced down to paw softly at a little green beetle that scrambled in front of him. Sadly for the little poor thing, Rhysinus enjoyed collecting peculiar creatures and he made a mental note to find more of its species so he could research them in a more...intimate way, one that included him impaling them against a canvas like some did with butterflies. But Rhysinus was much more interesting than those pathetic butterfly collectors. Oh, he was much more. His golden cross necklace softly bounced against his slim chest as he murmured soft phrases in his native tongue as he allowed his mind to drift while he waited.