ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ɢᴜɴ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴇ
[div style="background-color:#;width:90%; height:400px;overflow: stretch;text-align: justify;"] Every step hisoka takes is careful and calculated. His footfalls dilbertly soft, as easy to detect of one was listening, but not obtrusive. He didn't need to be silent to be sneaky. The Red tipped kitsune blended perfectly to the snow- grateful that he picked a place where he could easily be hidden among the ground if not for the high concentration of red along the base of his tails and ears. Something easy to cover up on the moment noticed if he cared to hide when being hunted. Because there was something fascinating about being hunted himself. Toying with some unknown predator and tracking their sense as the crept up closer and closer until he moved further along. Disappearing as easy as he appeared only to toy with the would-be predator.
Hisoka had lived too long to allow someone to prey upon him. His nature was to toy, the savor his meals and his battles. A common brute would not do for him, and those that ever caught her were only allowed to out of Hisoka's own interest. Anyone else- uninteresting and dissapointing were the first ones to fall to the kitsune's bloodlust. It was interest that brought the kitsune to the snowbounds in the first place, and he was glad to be there. Like a hunter setting up a trap, he merely at the border was enough to bring illumi's brother along.
While the kitsune was more interested in keeping within the borders, to cause mischief and the analyze his new... 'companions'. Most were boring, he wasn't surprised as much as dissapointed. But there were a few within the clan that would be interesting to fight, if only later when they honed their own senses. If Hisoka was interested in training them he would- but he rather enjoyed watching them stumble over themselves as they grew. Would rather watch them train then train them himself. Too much effort just to cut them down.
He would rather stay close to camp and people watch, but he had been needing a breather- felt his bloodlust peak in a way that it couldn't simply be ignored. It has been too long since he went into a fight as a victor and he wasn't patient like this. Too eager to feel the thrum of battle and toy with someone again.
So it was with obvious intent to kill and to hunt them down- that Hisoka spotted the loner at the border. Calling out with hesitance that only made his own excitement rise. Pin-coin depths locked onto the strange main coon with a similar scrutiny as he did when something caught his interest.
"How may I help you?"
Hisoka had lived too long to allow someone to prey upon him. His nature was to toy, the savor his meals and his battles. A common brute would not do for him, and those that ever caught her were only allowed to out of Hisoka's own interest. Anyone else- uninteresting and dissapointing were the first ones to fall to the kitsune's bloodlust. It was interest that brought the kitsune to the snowbounds in the first place, and he was glad to be there. Like a hunter setting up a trap, he merely at the border was enough to bring illumi's brother along.
While the kitsune was more interested in keeping within the borders, to cause mischief and the analyze his new... 'companions'. Most were boring, he wasn't surprised as much as dissapointed. But there were a few within the clan that would be interesting to fight, if only later when they honed their own senses. If Hisoka was interested in training them he would- but he rather enjoyed watching them stumble over themselves as they grew. Would rather watch them train then train them himself. Too much effort just to cut them down.
He would rather stay close to camp and people watch, but he had been needing a breather- felt his bloodlust peak in a way that it couldn't simply be ignored. It has been too long since he went into a fight as a victor and he wasn't patient like this. Too eager to feel the thrum of battle and toy with someone again.
So it was with obvious intent to kill and to hunt them down- that Hisoka spotted the loner at the border. Calling out with hesitance that only made his own excitement rise. Pin-coin depths locked onto the strange main coon with a similar scrutiny as he did when something caught his interest.
"How may I help you?"
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