Salutations

Now is not the Time
By L.Black

It seems there is never a time.
There will be.
The silence settled around them. Heavy in the air, the young one's indignant refusal to wait was palpable. His arms folded over his chest as the warm summer winds licked expectantly at their loose clothing, and thick fur.
Tell me.
I cannot.
You will.
There was another drawn out silence, as the elder rested atop the hill. She watched the sunset. The colors of a bruised sky blossomed about a hot red wound that was the setting heavenly body. She wanted only to watch it in peace.
Tell me.
She remained silent for another moment. Taking in all the silent sounds of nature that engulfed them. The wind whipped about the hill, pushing down the grass and eroding the earth beneath them. His mouth opened to demand information a third time, when she interrupted his thought.
Why do you need to know?
It was his turn for silence.
They sat there a long time. Each had their own thoughts to mull over. The sun soon sank below the horizon. And the world was dark. The elder looked at the novice, and the novice looked at the elder.
They had nothing to say.

She spoke softly. Her hands danced with the winds that passed between them.

Long ago. I had a name. Long ago. I had a home. I was not always a lonesome traveler, a visitor unto the waking world. There was a time when I had a place to call my own. It was not to be. They say, what will be will be. And there is no other words ever spoken that were more true. There was darkness in the paths I chose.

I could hear the moon lament unto me. Night upon night, her wailing cries touched my darkened heart. She so wished to be as revered as the life giving sun she stole her light from. During the day she was completely invisible. Out of sight and out of mind. All she wanted was a tribute. And I swore unto her I would give her reason to silence her tears.

She blessed me with the knowledge of the ages. She kissed my form with imitations of the heavens. Only the finest of jewels hung from my body. Golden stars rested upon my hips, and singed the entirety of my eyes. She encompassed me. And I embodied her. I spoke her praises to my people, and they listened. And soon the elders listened. Only one had concern for the vast power I wielded. The moon was overjoyed with the praise the fire foxes offered her, even during the day.

It was not to be. The sun became jealous of her sister. And the sun spoke ill of the moon child. The elders' fears were confirmed and they were aghast to learn that a twin tailed chosen one was more powerful than they were.

Their rejection enraged me. The moon wept once more as the fire foxes turned their back on her. Turned their back on me. The child of the moon. The moon cried so forlornly, and I fell to my knees begging her to tell me what I could do to save her the sorrow.

Kill them.

And I did. I swept over them like the shadow of death, and they were no more. I ate their children. I crushed their hearts between my jaws. I ripped the fur and flesh from the bones of their elders and let their bare carcasses be picked at by the ravens in the heat of the day. I tore limbs of their women and beat their men to death with them. I pulled hairs from screaming adolescents one by one until they were bald and bleeding. I cut words of prayers to the moons into their hides with my claws. I did unspeakable things.

And the sun wept.

The moon praised me.
The sun cursed me.

I found out why the moon steals her light from the sun. The power the moon had granted me was nothing to be compared to the strength of the sun. I bore the curse. The weight of the dead was laid upon me. And their wailing spirits forever trapped in the finery the moon had adorned me with. The mark of the stars became the things of legend. Mothers warned their children of the moon child.

And I was long since gone to the world of the living. Immortal, but never alive.
There was nothing left for me but an eternity of penance.

There is never a time.
and now is not the time.


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OOC Notes

All art was paid for and is only to be used for my characters. It is not a general reference. Please let me know if you see anyone referencing my artworks!
There are no rules for role playing with me.
I will not read your website, you can't make me.
You don't have to read my website to role play with me.
I am whisper friendly.

Combative Abilities

Nine's Abilities--

Fire Breath-- Rather simple. For several moments, Nine can exhale a stream of white-hot fire. The blast is continuous and much like that of a flame thrower. She can keep up a blast of fire for about thirty seconds, and it can reach over ten feet.

Fire Balls-- These projectiles are formed in her hands. They are hard shperes, covered in fire. She often uses them for long distance combat.

Fire Spikes-- Large spike shaped formations will form, and hover like a shield around Nine for a period of time. they cause damage upon contact, but disappear once hit. They do not last very long, and the spell must be re-cast after about ten minutes.

Fire Immunity-- Nine can easily resist any other manner of fire based attack.

Heat Wave-- Nine can cause it to become very hot in a given area. She can make most of the moisture in the air evaporate, and cause intense heat in a one mile radius of her body. She can keep this up as long as she cares to.

Basic Stat Overview--

Strength-- ++++
Stamina-- ++++
Defense-- ++++
Speed-- ++
Intelligence-- +++++

(Key-- + = Weak/Low; +++++ = Strong/High; )

Physical Abilities--

Long Hard Claws
Impressive Bodily strength/stamina
Hard skull
Heavy

Weaknesses--

Low Speed
Hates Water



WARNING Nine is a powerful elder among her species. Don't pick a fight with her and think the battle will be easily won. Please understand that when fighting with nine you consent to all manner of mutilation and all of Nine's powers and their effects. I will not expect you to consent with death. If you are uncomfortable with any of the above mentioned abilities, don't pick a fight with her.

Statistics

Old tattered papers bore information on the fox. Kept in most libraries, and always reprinted in blood red ink; the fine script gave an over view of basic details regarding the fox that was known simply as, Nine. The original copy was a bit singed, athe edges burned, and decorated with spatters of dried blood. Perhaps this indicated the information had come at a price for the original author.

Full name: None
Known as: Nine
Age: Very Old
Species: Fire Fox (Elemental)
Gender: Female
Nationality: Hispanic
Height: 7'2"
Weight: 202lbs.
Eye Color: Gold
Hair Color: None
Place of Origin: Mexico
D.O.B: Unknown
Occupation[s]: Bartender

Status: Single
Preference: None
Slave/Master? Captured by Dragodile

Clothing--
+Torn blush pink Kimono, edged in red

Accessories--
Small leather pouch, kept at her waist

Medical Conditions--
PTSD
Insomnia

What's a Fire Fox? How is it different from a fire kitsune?
A fire fox is just that: fire in the form of a fox. There is no demonic element. They are very simply not kitsunes. They do not pay homage to Inari. They do not gain rank via tail number. Unlike Kitsunes, all Fire Foxes have twin tails. Their level of expertise comes via training and age alone, and no physical mark can denote their status. Their power must be experienced. A fire fox is just the embodiment of fire, perhaps the best way to think of one, is like it is an elemental. Fire foxes are always anthro foxes. They cannot shape shift or do anything outside of fire magics. They come in either silver, gold, or white color combination.

Art


By Binkari




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