04-08-2018, 03:43 PM
& ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ɢᴜɴ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴇ
Histoka was not a kind or generous man; Rather, quite the opposite really. At least, he never saw a reason to be kind to someone before unless they were being exceedingly loud- to which the answer was murder. Being a hunter had helped exclude him from the punishment of the law before. He saw no reason it wouldn't again. But clans were finicky, The point of a clan was to protect each other; If someone went around murdering people well- it wouldn't be very efficient of a clan, would it?
The Kitsune, however, wasn't interested in rules. He followed his own path. Found his own way in life and rather enjoyed the spoils of said life so far. Rules were put in place for a reason. To give such power to whatever higher system in society there was. To give the weak cowards some semblance of safety. He was not weak and rather, quite the contrary. Histoka was not as willing as others to give his freedom - his power - His control away to something as simple as clan law.
Loyalty was like hope, sentimental and useless in regards to all, if not most people. He did not tend to follow loyalty, rather his own curiosity. Respect was more concrete, will by fear to obey and comply- was much more solid. So why was he here?
The air was fresh, and for once he was grateful for his thick coat. The red-tipped fur making him an easy to see along the border. Three tails flickering behind him white- if not for the dash of crimson that tipped them, like an artist's brush tipped in his own life. Histoka smiled softly at his own impish thoughts. Golden eyes watching the border as he settled in the snow, tails curling along his paws.
He hoped he didn't have to wait too long to be admitted in. It was such a drag- this part. No real creativity when joiners come always "Name and business". Hopefully, whoever greeted him would at least provide a little interesting. If not- he could always kill them and come by another time.
The Kitsune, however, wasn't interested in rules. He followed his own path. Found his own way in life and rather enjoyed the spoils of said life so far. Rules were put in place for a reason. To give such power to whatever higher system in society there was. To give the weak cowards some semblance of safety. He was not weak and rather, quite the contrary. Histoka was not as willing as others to give his freedom - his power - His control away to something as simple as clan law.
Loyalty was like hope, sentimental and useless in regards to all, if not most people. He did not tend to follow loyalty, rather his own curiosity. Respect was more concrete, will by fear to obey and comply- was much more solid. So why was he here?
The air was fresh, and for once he was grateful for his thick coat. The red-tipped fur making him an easy to see along the border. Three tails flickering behind him white- if not for the dash of crimson that tipped them, like an artist's brush tipped in his own life. Histoka smiled softly at his own impish thoughts. Golden eyes watching the border as he settled in the snow, tails curling along his paws.
He hoped he didn't have to wait too long to be admitted in. It was such a drag- this part. No real creativity when joiners come always "Name and business". Hopefully, whoever greeted him would at least provide a little interesting. If not- he could always kill them and come by another time.
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