[Mistress Morbid]
It had been some months now since Kotetsu's encounter with Kiryu and later, Terra. Over-protective as he was when he offered to help people, he couldn't help but worry that perhaps something bad had happened to Kiryu after the other had snuck out on him. So, Kotetsu decided he would go looking around. Either for him or this 'Yusei' he had mentioned. In his hand, he had a piece of paper. On this paper was a badly drawn doodle. This doodle appeared to be a fox with pointy hair. There were some other little scribbles and doodles, a little arrow pointing to the hair with some words hastily written after it. The words read 'wild and spiky, black, with yellow streaks.' Really, that was all Kotetsu was using to try to figure out if anyone he ran into happened to be the fae that Kiryu had spoken of having a good relationship with. While, yes, he was still looking at the other note, about his fur being peach colored, there were many foxes that had that color. But he doubted many had that wild and spiky dual-colored hair.
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Songstress Kitsune
I'm gonna toss Nait out if you wanna rp Anders or anything. XD If you don't, just ignore this quote. <3
Nathanial Howe had been wandering Faetasia for quite awhile now, taking on odd jobs from the towns and villages he passed through, most of them relating to his skills in tracking and moving silently through the wilds. He was currently looking for a safe spot to set up camp for the night, not sure how close the next nearest town was from his current position. His cold grey eyes flick over the area he was currently in, taking in all the places that could hide a predator or a bandit. Finally giving a small, short nod of satisfaction, he heads further into the clearing, looking at the few fruit bearing trees that dotted the area before reaching up and swiping some fruit from one. He pauses in the middle of the clearing, looking over the few fruit trees once again before deciding it might be best and safest for him if he just climbed in one of them to sleep the night through. He heads over to each tree once more, checking each one to see how hard it would be for something to climb up one of them, before finally picking an apple tree that very few sturdy low-hanging branches. He runs at the tree, finally running partially up the trunk before pushing off and grabbing onto one of the thicker branches above and pulling himself up onto it. His tail still hung down a bit, but he could deal with that, he supposed, since it was out of reach of wild animals. Finishing the fruit he'd picked earlier, he starts trying to get himself settled somewhat comfortably on the branch he'd chosen to spend the night on when an ominous cracking sound ripped through the quiet, his only warning that his branch was not as secure as he'd thought. The branch broke, dumping him nearly flat on his back on the ground below, the air temporarily knocked out of him.