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[HISOKA]

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BLOOD AND BONE !

the soft uncurling of sunlight, cotton candy smiles bleeding red, dripping blood. all grainy images that you never want to reveal to yourself:  reflection. hisoka is the catastrophe hidden in the stillness, the mourning of a single-note song and the death of all the purity. Bloodlust and cake

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"[glow=#FFB5C5,2,300]Ura, what's this?[/glow]" the trilling call of the kitsune was the first announcement to his appearance. Flickering in front of the two with a swipe of one of his tails. Golden coined eyes watching, scrutinizing the pair of twins as he escaped from a nearby underbrush. and my what an interesting sight deigned from the appearance of the stranger. Hisoka knew there were care for some caution; the murder of a clanmate had faded from the kitsune's mind as soon as his appearance into the clan: he didn't care much. A threat along the border would prove an interesting challenge to him, a passing curiosity- but he couldn't fathom his own death, not from a strange feline with a pair of heads. The look of the stranger was rather... unthreatening.

"[glow=#FFB5C5,2,300]A pair of strangers, seeking us out[/glow]" there was a delight in his expression, in his form but- ah: in his eyes was a different nature; narrowed slightly. gold eyes narrowing on the silver tag that hung loosely along their neck- neck's? A claimed pair. Humans were non-existent on the islands: that much was for certain. But it should be noted that was the reason he choose this island as a habitual place of dwelling. "[glow=#FFB5C5,2,300]I'm curious, are you looking for a place to settle?[/glow]"