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Post by TOMOE on Mar 19, 2011 17:09:19 GMT -5
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| [atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-right: 2px solid #333333;] If every god of Japan were to look down on him and found his choice of entertainment to be barbaric and uncouth than they obvious had never gone hare chasing before because it was the greatest thing in the world. They needed to be seriously educated on how awesome was it to find a nice, plump hare and just chase the stupid thing up and down and sideways. It was definitely a mournful life they must lead if they couldn’t stop and chase rodents in the pale blue morning without a care in the world. But hey, their loss, no hair off his back if they couldn’t see the wealth of entertainment this could bring and if it meant more hares for him to run into the ground then why worry?
His paws tramped over flowering spring buds and freshly grown grass and left not a single blade neither crushed nor stem broken in the wake of him. The wind howled in his ears and dried his tongue as he charged through the woodland, eyes blinking rapidly to wet them when they dried, fixated on the brown and gray backside of the rodent he’d discovered almost half a mile back. His prey was fat and long eared, its spindly back legs kicking for all they were worth, pumping to add distance between itself and the transformed God who didn’t care that it was on the verge of a stroke from anxiety. Tomoe gave as good as he got, flying after the hare who’d swerve and cut around trees or bushes in an effort to lose him and he would skid, hover and leap after it. Yeah it was cheating to hover but if he didn’t he would probably give it the opportunity to ditch the surface and find a niche to hide in and that would be the end of that.
Barreling through the mountains where presumably no one was around to hear the ruckus of Tomoe rattling the branches or churning leaves as he ran, the inugami was finally back in his element. His mouth parted in the biggest grin a canine could wear as he bounded over a sudden dip in the earth, paying hardly any attention to where he was traveling and not caring that the scent of water was growing stronger the further along he chased the hare. It wasn’t until the hare made another anticipated swerve in a different direction was the god to pay any attention to his surroundings – especially considering it was the ground that jerked him out of his predatory trance.
One second he’d been right side up and the next he was bowling down the incline he hadn’t noticed was there. In his endeavor to keep pace with his prey he’d ignored everything else and hadn’t noticed the wet and loose soil that he was now tumbling down at record speed. He felt like, for lack of a better analogy, laundry in a dryer. He just kept going around and around and around and around until finally he was airborne for a good few seconds before he touched down and saw stars explode in his vision as his head collided with solid earth.
Claws, working frantically to find a hold, weren’t having much luck but not all of his effort was in vain, he was losing momentum – just not enough to keep him from plunging head-over-heels to the precipice overlooking the Oiki Lake. Tomoe was so disoriented by his first fall he barely registered that he was dragging himself to a stop, the world hadn’t stopped spinning enough for him to realize he was right side up again with his belly skidding across the dirt and back legs dangling precariously over the edge of the rock face, inches from a sixty foot drop into the lake below.
Dizzied and panicked, despite not fully knowing why yet, Tomoe started yelping high pitched and frantic as he clawed at the sloping loam that refused to hold his weight. His hind legs worried furiously at the rock he was draped over and couldn’t quite find a hold there either and his squirming only loosened the already unsteady hold he had. He was frightened and just too out of it. So out of it that he forgot that gravity didn’t apply to him.
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Post by JUNICHI on Mar 20, 2011 17:45:33 GMT -5
Loose dirt really felt best underneath the padded structure of Junichi’s paws, and the crisp cleanliness of the north’s air held a revitalizing taste that no other part of Hisoka seemed to have. Natural was really the only way to go as the fox familiar’s snouted nostrils inhaled the scents of flora and fauna all around; embracing the scents with a nostalgic gratitude. When the human’s had invaded the island with their meaty limbs and sweaty aspirations; relaxation had slipped away and become a luxury rather than a given and Junichi despised that most of all. Why had they chosen this sacred island for their civilization? The thought of all the probable waste and destruction occurring within that city center made the white furred fox shudder with disgust. How could humans be so gross? Junichi’s pointed teeth clenched tightly, grinding against one another as his legs brought him farther and faster through the brush and bend. Pawing against moist soil and nipping at the fluttering of butterflies overhead, the negativity that had plagued Junichi’s thoughts was soon dispelled and replaced with a rather simple-minded contentment; one of such that his tongue began to wag freely from the corner of his smirk-like mouth. Lost in a momentous satisfaction the familiar leaped over sleeping tree roots and did somersaults through wiry branches, coming out with nothing more but a thin layer of leaves and dust. Panting profusely - Junichi kicked his front paws into the dirt as an attempt to put the brakes on his little full on sprint.
Nearly doubling over Junichi’s tail was wagging a mile a minute as he stood on all fours, alert of his surroundings with his tongue dipped right down the side of his chin. Everything was silenced to the calm echo of the wind and the wake of his footsteps, only the twitching of the forest could be heard as well as his breathing. Arashi had no need of Junichi at this particular moment, and had dismissed the fox. Now the only logical thing Junichi felt the need to do when not serving his master was to scout out the area for Arashi; analyze its safety and observe the humans movements. The fox had already fully covered the west and eastern areas, now he was sniffing around in the north; piqued by the various scents and smells that lingered in the thick air.
“Uwoh! Whoa! Oi! You two! In the name of Junichi-sama - your superior - and the justice that is his Goshujin-sama, halt!” the familiar yapped at a pair of monkeys in the trees – who were now attempting to scurry away from the white furred foxes antagonizing. At first it took him a moment to fully realize they were making their getaway before barking again.
“O-Oi! Don’t run! You’ll regret this!” Dashing full speed the familiar practically head-butted the trunk of the tree they were resting in, tumbling backwards with a yelp. “Oof--!! Owowow… ow…” snarling at his over enthusiasm Junichi whined, shaking his head around and pushing the now stinging part of his forehead against the cool dirt. “Itai—Itaiiiiiii….. Hnnnngh…” his whines caused a screech or two in the monkeys – more of a cackling laugh if anything - as they leaped away.
“D-Dammit…. get back here! Goshujin-sama’ll kill you!” Growling irritably Junichi started pacing the ground in a circle; golden orbs never leaving the backsides of those darned monkeys as they disappeared into the darkness of the brush. Gnawing on his tongue he finally decided on sitting down, tail thumping against the soil as he made his best fox pout. “You’ll see… he’ll destroy you all. He'll destroy anything that makes me sad.” letting his tongue hang loose he lowered his head to the ground, “He'll turn you into barbeque, the lot of you. Stupid, ugly monkey barbeque. And then I'll be the one laughing!” Junichi’s unexplainable affection for Arashi – the governor of the west – was endless. It went beyond just the norm for looking up to someone, Arashi was truly his god. Even if the fox got treated like dirt, he always believed in Arashi’s power.
“Ehn?” He twitched once as his head jolted upwards before instinctively spinning towards what he identified as a sharp high-pitched whining not too far off from where he was. “Suspicious… suspicious… su—“ Without bothering to finish his line of spoken thoughts the familiar full on sprinted in the direction of such barks of distress. Getting whacked in the face by low hanging branches and practically scrambling over debris on the ground the white furred fox leaped out into a clearing, squinting at the sight of another creature very similar to him pawing at the end of where the land and drop met. His tail still wagged in a form of spirited curiosity before drooping as he reclaimed his usual vigilance. Approaching hesitantly the fox inhaled a familiar yet vague scent, snout tilted as his tail began to wag again.
“Hey… HEY! What’re you doin’?” the fox sniffed around, “Are you playing a game? Goshujin-sama told me I shouldn’t play around cliffs because it’s dangerous and you might fall and die.” half-smiling as the points of his teeth began to glint Junichi’s tongue rolled outwards. “Wuh… Well, he didn’t exactly tell me that in those words, but I’m sure he thinks it even if I can’t die. Cause Goshujin-sama is great like that, he doesn’t need to say things to express them and— Oh, hey, you don’t look too good. Are you gonna fall? Falling would be pretty bad, huh, need help?” doing something similar to hopping around the dog like familiar seemed energetic as he panted at Tomoe.
“Hey, hey, ya’know if I help you you’re gonna’ be… be… indebted to me! Yeah! And you’ll have to help me help Goshujin-sama, and fight on the side of good against the stinky humans. Ne?” sparkling the familiar always got overly enthusiastic about everything.
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Post by TOMOE on Mar 21, 2011 17:44:12 GMT -5
| [atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-left: 2px solid #333333; border-right: 2px solid #333333;][bg=494949][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, background-color: #D4D4D4; border-left: 10px groove #404040, bTable][cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true] | [atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-right: 2px solid #333333;] I never asked you to leave me all alone woke up the moment I felt you go Oh dear lord he was going to fall! In his haste to gain leverage over the pull of gravity Tomoe had entirely forgotten that he’d spent the last five centuries protecting the forest and its occupants. The dogs whining grew more fervent as the minutes ticked by, announcing his misery and plight to anyone within earshot – not that he expected a rescue. There were no trails along this section of the woodland and unless a there was another supernatural being in the vicinity (which he strongly doubted) he was very much on his own. His paws continued their mad scramble to safety, possibly doing more harm than good. With all of the canine’s uncontrolled movements and fearful thrashing, the earth was becoming looser beneath him then had he been still and calculated his movements. Sadly it wasn’t in the dog’s nature to think things through as rationally as that. A fall from this height wouldn’t kill him, it’d hurt and he certainly wouldn’t enjoy it but he’d live to chase rodents another day. Now, if only he could remember this very crucial detail.
But lo’ what was this? Blinking through the dirt that had been sprayed and smeared across his face Tomoe craned his neck forward, straining, in his attempt to see what that wispy form was atop the slope he had unwittingly fallen down. Ginger eyes narrowed, squinting to make out the spindly form of the kitsune that was calling to him. It never struck Tomoe to wonder why the creature was there or why it had been in the area, such things were trivial when his mind was consumed by fear. All he was concerned about was whether or not the white-furred familiar would stop yelling and hollering long enough to come down the slope and help him. “Is not a game! Does it look like game to you!?” He snarled hotly, glaring daggers at the approaching figure and debating on just how much help the chatty lesser being could actually offer him.
The kitsune was a few roe* short of a bento and had he not been desperate Tomoe would have dismissed the babbling idiot and fallen into the lake rather than take his help. But as it stood, he was desperate thus couldn’t quite complain about who it was so long as he didn’t have to freefall into the water below. “Fool! Stop speaking of your Goshujin and help me!” He barked greatly annoyed that the spirit creature was too busy talking nonsense to do anything about him, he liked even less how the foolish animal pointed out how Tomoe would be in his debt for saving him. As if he didn’t already give him a headache the fox was already making declarations on what he wanted the Inugami to do once rescued. “Pull up first! Is slipping and bouncing not helping! Discuss after!" He bayed sliding inches backward off the cliff.
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Post by JUNICHI on Apr 1, 2011 8:53:01 GMT -5
It wasn’t so strange to hear Tomoe speak – although Junichi’s mouth couldn’t help but open in delight to the odd speech pattern of the god. It was so curious to hear someone speak in such broken words – Junichi had only wandered upon such a thing only so many times. He’d spent his lifetime by Arashi’s side and since the moment his existence came into being he couldn’t recall a time where he hadn’t understood his master and the human’s spoke so similarly that everything just came together perfectly, even the wildlife’s animalistic gibberish was familiar to the white furred fox. Still holding his strange smile the points of his teeth shone as he took a cautious step forward, watching as Tomoe squirmed at the edge. Now, for a short-tempered fox such as Junichi, he was awfully dense. Throwing idiotic dedication and foolish obedience aside, his strive was pretty much the equivalent of zero when you considered how stupid the familiar was. Sniffing the ground absent mindedly it seemed that all of Tomoe’s angered words could only float above the foxes head and into the space above. Blinking curiously Junichi’s tongue dropped from his mouth as he wagged his head in an overly enthusiastic nod. “Help now; got it! All’ya had to do was say it once you know? I’m a good listener, a super good listener. Sometimes I think I’m probably the best listener in the world, yeah?” His paws made frantic circles in the dirt as he cautiously shuffled to the edge where Tomoe was flailing over. Leaning forward his teeth tugged at the back of the other canine-like creature’s neck and once a firm grip was established the familiar heaved backwards with all the power his hind legs would allow. Floundering on the ground with Tomoe now thrown on top of him Junichi panted, hearing the crackling of what was probably the remainders of the ledge tumbling down to earth.
“Yeow. You could’a gotten seriously injured ya’know? Like, you’d be hurting all over.” Junichi couldn’t help but sniff around; overwhelmed by the scents of another… it wasn’t the scent of a dog. Surely Tomoe had the appearance of a canine, but there was something more, something Junichi couldn’t ignore. It reminded him a bit of Arashi if not for the fact that Arashi had his own specific scent – one that Junichi could identify amongst a million others. It was probably more similar to Arashi’s siblings if Junichi had to describe it, that of someone who was neither human nor familiar.
“S’nice to meet you!” His tail wagged fiercely, a glimmer of childish jubilee within the honey flecked wolf orbs. “Ah! Wait, wait, who are you? Friend? Foe?” stepping closer to the stranger Junichi took another whiff of Tomoe before backing up cautiously as youthful radiance was replaced with an unfriendly suspicion. Sometimes it was as if the familiar had ADD or bipolar tendencies, he was constantly one thing but not the other – jumping through moods like it was the most natural thing in the world. The fox couldn’t help but feel an unexplainable comfort with the Inugami even if it was their first meeting; Junichi didn’t exactly stumble upon many dogs around here nor were there many talking foxes either. It got… lonely sometimes. Although, such thoughts were pushed far beyond the spectrum of contemplation for Jun – he had Arashi his master and that was all that the familiar needed.
“You’re not doing anything weird are ‘ya? I have to make sure you’re not cause’ if I don’t then Goshujin-sama could be in danger.” Pacing in monotonous circles Junichi flopped down on his butt, tail wagging around out of impulse. “Not that he can die, but you know, it’s still scary.” Lifting his chin proudly Junichi exhaled through a yawn before puffing his chest out; golden orbs blinking at Tomoe with a harmless curiosity. Although you could say that Junichi was not one for long talks about the same topic, the fox could have blabbered on forever about his master. However, as his tail wagged playfully the white-haired familiar couldn’t help but feel an odd placement of trust in Tomoe – and a yearning to play.
“Hey, hey! You can talk too, right?" Jumping up on his hind legs in a puff of smoke Junichi’s fox form was replaced with his human form. It was a bothersome form but the familiar found it to be quite charming to play in. His skin sealed fingers began toying around with the locks of his white hair and the large earrings that hung from his lobes jangled against the soft feeling of man flesh. Grinning a toothy smile the pointed tips of his teeth glinted against the glisten of his lips. The flicker of golden fluorescence sparkled within Junichi’s new pair of eyes as he fumbled from his seat on the ground and crawled on all fours towards Tomoe, face coming a little too close for comfort as he returned to sniffing the intriguing scents of the god.
“Can you turn into one of me? With fingers and stuff? It’s super cool, like, even if I don’t like the humans they’ve got pretty funny bodies.” Laughing obnoxiously the currently human Junichi rolled onto his stomach before jumping up into a crouching position, counting the fingers on his hands. “Hands are pretty nice too; they let you hold stuff instead of having to use your mouth. I remember once someone told me humans use both though when they reproduce, that’s some weird stuff. I don’t’ understand it, but that’s okay.” Leaning his cheek against one shoulder the familiar shrugged as his eyes lifted upwards towards the blue, blue sky.
“I’ve accepted that human’s are really weird creatures.”
Returning to a toothy smirk the fox waved a hand towards Tomoe “So wanna’ play? I don’t get many playmates cause’ I hate people, but you seem alright. You’re not a person so it’s alright, right? Let’s play, yeah?” Surely if Junichi’s tail were still there, it would have been wagging furiously what with that derpy expression. Junichi was headstrong and stubborn, but the fox was simple minded at the end of the day.
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