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You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth but also taught how to steal them from others before you could walk. Seeing both sides of the world has shown you your privilege and what it has taught you is that you had to give back. How lucky are you to know how to play on both sides of the fence.

War is the death of many but it was the rebirth of her.

A complacent life with a husband and child was one she never wanted for herself but she eased into the role seamlessly. Despite that, she’s certain her life didn’t really start until she had her first kill. War brought her the passion her life had been lacking and New Naraya took that away. The illusion of peace has kept any wars from forming and without her son, all she has left is the thrill of battle. New Naraya has brought new challenges; she knows how to fight on the field but will she win the battle within?

He didn’t think he’d ever have to find out what kind of a man he was without blood staining his waters and spears constantly aimed at his back. New Naraya has taught him that even in peace there is uncertainty. Some are excited to be gone from the Spider Wars but but he knows in only the way a man molded by war can… It’s only a matter of time until the next person cracks and sends their new land into turmoil.                                       

You hold a needle the way some hold a sword; tightly with calloused palms from years of use, fiercely, and with the intention of doing something great. Of course your definition of greatness isn’t quite the same as other’s, though it’s enough for you. Besides, how many can say their art is immortalized forever, the ink branded into skin and brought to life? But your talent could only take you so far and the life you’ve built, the product of years of hard work and loans accumulated over time. It isn’t the most glamorous but it’s yours and no one can take that from you.

Slow. Slow. Quick, Quick, Slow. Breathe - Smile.

Slow. Slow. Quick,  Quick, Slow. Breathe. Smile.

Life is monotonous for Kitsune who aren’t continuously part of some joke or well meaning trick, but he likes his life the way it is; full of shades of red and yellow. ’Enjoy the little things in life’ he was told once and he takes the advice to heart. Let him laugh, let him love, let him dance and he’ll gratefully spin all the bad things into gold.

Delicate features and a grace befitting of your species, the word soft is often used to describe you before you even have the chance to speak. But beauty is often only skin deep. You are always looking for ways to drill this into other’s heads, to shake away the assumptions they have of you, because they don’t fit who you are or who you want to be. Unfortunately this always leads people to one conclusion; if you are not soft then you must be hard. Perhaps there is a certain rigidness about the way you choose to uphold the law, chasing after those who deign to break it with indifference, but in a world that insists everything must be labeled, you desire most of all to be label-less.

Is it truly a cage if you hold the key to your own freedom? You placed yourself there knowingly, accepting your fate for what it was and ever since you've been chasing that little flutter of happiness that is always just out of your reach, weighed down by your complaisant nature and your plush life. You've always been a protector but you never thought it'd be a single legacy that you'd spend your life protecting and nothing more.