Kitsune

Breath: Paralyzing Gas

Position: Warrior

Soul Mate: None

From the moment Kitsune was born he was considered a fighter, and not neccessarily always in a positive light. Named after a timid, shy, skittish creature, Kitsune was anything but. Kitsune was viscious and aggressive past the point of play with his siblings. He never knew when to back off or when he had gone too far. Even blood seemed acceptable to him. His parents did their best to tame his beastly soul, however one day he went too far. He was playing with his sister and he´d ¨played¨ to the point he nearly killed her. No matter the love parents feel towards their offspring they chased him away from his clan.

Kitsune was banished as a young dragon, not even sure what he was banished for. He began to meditate everyday, attempting to tame himself realizing there must be something wrong with him. However, it was a long journey and he easily allowed his aggression to get the best of him, even almost costing his own life at times. He carries the scares of his past plainly upon his flank. He´d snear and snarl at any passerby dragon and whenever anyone tried to confront him he would pretty easily snap and lash out.

Of course all of his fighting sculpted him into an intense warrior. His reflexes got quicker, his muscles stronger, and his strategies more powerful. However, after time passed he dropped meditation and began having insomnia and nightmares of his past. The look of his sister´s face, the betrayal of his parents that he understood was necessary. He was a monster. Depression, lack of sleep, paranioa began to consume the young drake.

It wasn´t until he was hunting one morning and in the middle of his concentration he was taken down by a bright white drake with red and black armour. He instantly knew that this was someone who was sent to eliminate him. They fought tooth and claw, he utilized his size, but so did the white bounty hunter. He was quicker and more nimble than Kitsune could manage. They fought until the point that they were both gasping for air, blood of each other on their claws and anticipating the other´s move. Then, another drake joined the white one, He was the direct opposite, completely dark. Instead of koining in on the blood letting, he made Kistune an offer, which quite frankly, he couldn´t refuse. He was offered to instead of being a rouge, to be trained to become a warrior that actually fights for something other than himself. He would have a place to live, something to eat, and a clan... A family.

As soon as Kitsune he was joined in a clan where his colors blended in the landscape his is power was utilized for the protection of his new family. He even found someone who was the calm to his storm. Still bearing the scars of his past, he remembers what it felt like to be an uncontrollable monster, but now he is happy, and has something to really fight for.

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