10-03-2018, 05:23 PM
THE MAJIKKU KITSUNE // HIDDEN SCOLLING
Hisoka was next to arrive, for no particular ryme or reason. The kitsune had his own agenda, and many things liked to keep it secretive. Picking out certain clanmates and dissecting their character, finding weaknesses within their morality and bend it. But The pitt had offered a free ticket of this; for the seemingly endless amount of enemies that hisoka now had- he did not bother much of his now known "allies" and of a kind has yet to be bothered. It was a rare and valued relationship that hisoka favored, no one tried to apprach him and pester him with meaningless questions. And mostly left alone. It was refreshing, it was like living as a loner except for the grantee that you weren't alone.
Hisoka tended to avoid fire, not necessarily out of fear or weariness. He just didn't like it. Foxes - kitsunes especially tend to favor their foxfire- it was a common element to them- and thus hisoka didn't have it. Had no manner to control fire beyond the limits of wind. Fire needed air to breathe- like any living thing, but what he did could commonly be mistaken for foxfire- he tended to avoid it on a principal of that. Labels were another thing he tended to avoid, and common- hisoka was everything but. This one has been seemingly burning for a while, and even he- with all his measurable patience was curious to who had started it.
Amung the sands hisoka was a white beacon without light. Red tipped tails dipping in and out of the same flat plane as he neared the pair. Gold eyes watched the two for a moment before he approached, one golden-pierced ear flicked in response to the conversation as the dweller tested his words before speaking. "would it be wise to wait for the surprise of night, or strike before they have time to build a solid defense with their new leader?" Hisoka's question was an offer into the conversation- truly not catching the last of quill's last words.
Hisoka tended to avoid fire, not necessarily out of fear or weariness. He just didn't like it. Foxes - kitsunes especially tend to favor their foxfire- it was a common element to them- and thus hisoka didn't have it. Had no manner to control fire beyond the limits of wind. Fire needed air to breathe- like any living thing, but what he did could commonly be mistaken for foxfire- he tended to avoid it on a principal of that. Labels were another thing he tended to avoid, and common- hisoka was everything but. This one has been seemingly burning for a while, and even he- with all his measurable patience was curious to who had started it.
Amung the sands hisoka was a white beacon without light. Red tipped tails dipping in and out of the same flat plane as he neared the pair. Gold eyes watched the two for a moment before he approached, one golden-pierced ear flicked in response to the conversation as the dweller tested his words before speaking. "would it be wise to wait for the surprise of night, or strike before they have time to build a solid defense with their new leader?" Hisoka's question was an offer into the conversation- truly not catching the last of quill's last words.
THE GRIMM MAGICIAN ALWAYS GET'S THE LAST LAUGH
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