Blackhole: We're Still Lost

[ame]

The sun lit the forest brightly as it rose in the east over the ancient manmade trench and mound that created the illusion of a horizon in the wooded place. Great, large trees of immense variation made up the landmarks of this peaceful place. The only unique thing about this certain place in this forest, was an ancient building, built in the style of the eastern peoples (Asian style), that was used as a place of prayer, bringing peace that still lingered around.
A red fox sat on the mound, yet this no normal fox. It was a kitsune. His six tails hung over the mound into the trench, as he hummed a sad tune to himself. His ears were erect, listening for danger whilst hearing the peaceful, morbid sound in the back of his mind. He stopped, noticing the beauty of the orange orb rising into the sky. Ranin Ikuminaro was his name. 'The Wanderer Ranin...'

[Aveilthé]

A large female was strolling through a particular area of the forest
that she had never in her life been into, or at least she had never
remembered walking in this part of the forest. There was never any
real reason for her to be here. As of now, she was taking her
daily stroll simply for the sheer pleasure of it. Alas, once her paw-
steps brought her closer to a small creekbed, she halted. Her
nostrils were flared wide open, for a peculiar scent grasped
her curiousity. She wanted to turn around and head the opposite
direction, but the bizarre smell was too powerful and won her
over. She leapt cleanly across the trailing water, and landed with
fluid ease. With that, she picked up her pace, her sharp eyes
watching all that was before her.

Raven was a beautiful female of a glossy smuttened coat, as black
as raven's wings, with a thick pelt like a wolf that might have lived
in the coldest, farthest reaches of the earth. An intense, interested
expression can be seen upon her face, with bright golden eyes
shifting left and right as if expecting a foe to pop out at her.

It took no time at all to reach the area she desired to find. Yet
what met her gaze allowed a bit of a shock to steal away her
interest, thus she simply gaped. What she was before her was
a kind of mound, certainly something she had never seen before
in her life - just like this area of the forest. In a bold manner, she
took one step forward, but a new scent forced her back some.
The smell of a fox breached her nostrils, causing the hackles along
her spine to stand on end, and puff out her long, sweeping, thick
tail. Her voice rumbled with growls through her words as she spoke.

"Fox," she growled, "what are you doing in..." she noticed his
strange tails. For a moment she paused, contemplating, for she
suddenly remembered strange tales of foxes with several tails
that possessed a strange mystery about them. "A kitsune," she
growled to herself, suddenly feeling that the creature should
be granted respect for being what it was. "May I be too bold to
inquire as why you are here...?" said she, her voice cool.

[ame]

Ranin was simply Engulfed in the sunrise. In the thin, morning fog it turned pale like death and bright like life, spilling forth energy onto the Earth, being drawn into the tree and mountaintops, freely giving to the land. He faintly heard footfall, but didn't acknowledge it. Right now, he was the spectator, not a pawn...
He heard the first few words in a rumbling growl he couldn't make out as he returned to awareness. Something like, "Fox... What're... doing in..." Then, a slight pause, and in a more polite tone asking why he was here. 'Aye,' he thought, 'She's a smart one.
"M'dear," he said calmly, turning to face the wolven femme, "I'm The Wanderer Ranin, or as some call me, Arufa Ranin..." He bowed his head, "And you might be..."