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Such peace came to an and, crumbling in such a way that blossomed red colored lilies: beautiful was the mark of war. Sakasu had joined the clan of peace with an idea long lost, the rumbles of war had faded from the Pitt, it's structure falling, failing him into a moot point. The kitsune was a creature of war, lived for it- thrived to chance at challenging someone worth dirtying his own fur. The Pitt, a clan of war was nothing more but a place of famine. Now, Stryker, he dealt in war. A crooked alley that the kitsune had enjoyed the presence of, no matter how brief the visit was some moons ago. Now the other one came into the border with such a wondrous gift.
Selfish creature cared little for subjugation, cared little for fickle death of the weak. The shrieks of the creature's allies drew his attention towards them, and the unpainted kitsune found them self watching the encounter with a brazen feeling of excitement thrumming just along their sternum. "Ah, you always come at the perfect time, Stryker." The kitsune called from above one of the scant tree's that littered the barren mountaintop. Barren of leaves, gnarled spruce prickled at his fur, but he stood his ground- laid upon it as his three tails swirled under him lazily. He looked towards the kingpin, the supposed one trying to claim this clan as his own. "I was just getting a little bored myself."
He wanted to fight, but beyond the want there was an opportunity here, subtle as Sakasu was to prod at it. "You're little group, seems to be missing a little life to it." The kitsune taunted, gold coined eyes watching the kingpin, ignoring the threat of the draco-beast and kitten that dared step foot in his mountains. "If you are expecting a fight from a noticeably... peaceful clan, i think you came to the wrong clan." The fox chided softly. Peace, it was so boring. Sakasu was disappointed.
It was true, that this clan had little number. Sakasu shoudl've known it, should've left when he had the chance, but the seeds had already been sown, such wondrous plants of his grew just on the cusp of the northern bay, he refused to leave it if nothing else. What once was an insight to isolation now stood confronted with the war that Sakasu had wanted, flush with the excitement but the undercurrent of dread. This was a loosing battle, Sakasu had grown lazy tending to his small garden of plants and ignored the world, it wasn't uncommon. a sigh fell from his lips, bittersweet.
"Let's make things interesting though, shall we?" The kitsune's voice was a whisper, more to himself as he felt the chill of the air around him. Just as he spoke his element of the air suddenly got still, so very still. He pushed the air away from the three outsiders, making the air thin and hard to breathe, a small struggle before all air around them disappeared. Sakasu's attack aiming to slowly choke them out where they stood.
// Aiming to choke [member=1738]Stryker[/member] [member=11957]ATTICUS ROUX[/member] & [member=12555]T. ROUX[/member]
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. Sakasu is the catastrophe hidden in the stillness, the mourning of a single-note song and the death of all the purity. Battle lust wrapped in a guise of sweet allure
Such peace came to an and, crumbling in such a way that blossomed red colored lilies: beautiful was the mark of war. Sakasu had joined the clan of peace with an idea long lost, the rumbles of war had faded from the Pitt, it's structure falling, failing him into a moot point. The kitsune was a creature of war, lived for it- thrived to chance at challenging someone worth dirtying his own fur. The Pitt, a clan of war was nothing more but a place of famine. Now, Stryker, he dealt in war. A crooked alley that the kitsune had enjoyed the presence of, no matter how brief the visit was some moons ago. Now the other one came into the border with such a wondrous gift.
Selfish creature cared little for subjugation, cared little for fickle death of the weak. The shrieks of the creature's allies drew his attention towards them, and the unpainted kitsune found them self watching the encounter with a brazen feeling of excitement thrumming just along their sternum. "Ah, you always come at the perfect time, Stryker." The kitsune called from above one of the scant tree's that littered the barren mountaintop. Barren of leaves, gnarled spruce prickled at his fur, but he stood his ground- laid upon it as his three tails swirled under him lazily. He looked towards the kingpin, the supposed one trying to claim this clan as his own. "I was just getting a little bored myself."
He wanted to fight, but beyond the want there was an opportunity here, subtle as Sakasu was to prod at it. "You're little group, seems to be missing a little life to it." The kitsune taunted, gold coined eyes watching the kingpin, ignoring the threat of the draco-beast and kitten that dared step foot in his mountains. "If you are expecting a fight from a noticeably... peaceful clan, i think you came to the wrong clan." The fox chided softly. Peace, it was so boring. Sakasu was disappointed.
It was true, that this clan had little number. Sakasu shoudl've known it, should've left when he had the chance, but the seeds had already been sown, such wondrous plants of his grew just on the cusp of the northern bay, he refused to leave it if nothing else. What once was an insight to isolation now stood confronted with the war that Sakasu had wanted, flush with the excitement but the undercurrent of dread. This was a loosing battle, Sakasu had grown lazy tending to his small garden of plants and ignored the world, it wasn't uncommon. a sigh fell from his lips, bittersweet.
"Let's make things interesting though, shall we?" The kitsune's voice was a whisper, more to himself as he felt the chill of the air around him. Just as he spoke his element of the air suddenly got still, so very still. He pushed the air away from the three outsiders, making the air thin and hard to breathe, a small struggle before all air around them disappeared. Sakasu's attack aiming to slowly choke them out where they stood.
// Aiming to choke [member=1738]Stryker[/member] [member=11957]ATTICUS ROUX[/member] & [member=12555]T. ROUX[/member]
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