Sharon
*Kibaru smiled a bit at the boy* "Unfinished words? A promise perhaps?" *Kibaru wanted to know more about this, but he was a bit afraid he might push to far and cuase to boy to be sad yet again.* "You don't have to tell me if you're to afraid though"

*Kibaru then handed the boy the long strip of cloth he held inside if his hand* "You can put these on your arms to cover the, to keep people from misfarely juging you"
Ann
Glimmering bones preserved in the gem like substance shone like stone brought from the waters' surface; enchanted his stone fingers were able to curl up nearly as though the foreign substance that had intruded the boys' body was now his own. A boy on the cusp of manhood knelt frozen in time a smile filled with what pain carried beneath its' surface; he began to feel a purpose something that he could burn bright for. Believing that he had little purpose within the living world going so far as saying he didn't quite belong which may be true given his manner of speech and the way the lad garbed himself a child lost within time living in the current world one where he didn't belong and yet someone stayed near this unliving 'monstrosity' assuring him that he was still but a human child no matter how he appeared. What mattered most was his 'soul' how he acted was it not? 

Still young Fithora was uncertain knowing that some creatures from his childhood were full well deserving of their scrutiny; the only way he pushed past such doubts was a promise to his mother... And to live for her to allow her to know that he was still 'living' one day he would return to her with his promise fulfilled. His head gently shook allowing the boys' four foot pony tail to drag across the waters surface "S-such a-a simple thing shant bring fear... N-nay I am braver than to crumble upon its' gentle touch m-mayhaps as you doth speak y-you doth come here... F

Ore I need remind mineself." His trembling smile remained as the boys' dead stare glanced into Kibarus' own. "T-twas mine words that I s-shant t-till I mine pedals may bloom... T-to carry her bountiful riches of mine own means of finishing thine trial. F-fore we did naught... Have much t-twas a struggle for mine mother I doth wished to find mine own means of shouldering her burden.. T-tis what it twas."

A story of a boy whom grew up with little believing himself able to find his own path off of the predestined one set before him, was upon a journey to blossom for his dear mother whom had given him much within his life. For he treasured her and held her dear to his heart he wished to be able to bring her a life she never had one of luxury riches... All from his own efforts. Pure as any goal it seemed to bring a smile toward the youths face recalling those words he had told her before running off... Far into the fields everything became hazy from that point onward he couldn't recall what had happened it terrified him the last memory he had was falling to his demise at the hands of someone whom was able to get close enough to him to shove him right down into that endless chasm. A trickle did pierce through the boys' eyes still carrying that fleeting smile as he held himself within his fossilized arms, careful did the stranger approach where the boy sat offering him a means to cover a portion of his altered body.Offering the insecure lad a means to hide a portion of his wounds, but it wouldn't hide the gaping wound upon his nearly bare chest only covered with a torn portion of robe. 

Only then would his eyes' turn away that smile fading away from his lips, carefully the boy released his arms from his body ripping the cloth from the strangers grip holding them within both of his respective arms he chuckled at the notion.

"Y-you doth share much and more kindness than that that of wolfin kin... I dare perchance call you a charitable fox something more akin with grace?" Taught to cherish gifts no matter what they were by his mother the boy humored the fox by wrapping them gingerly across his forearms tucking them betwixt his thumbs creating fingerless gloves... Though he'd still have his amber fingers sticking out from the folds playfully making his fingers dance betwixt the cloth. "...T-tis a pity m-mine appearance t-tis unworthy of others' unaccepted." A smidge of sorrow held within those words still struggling with the fact he wasn't accepted by others.
Sharon
"A fox huh, I'm no Kitsune, but i guess it's not uncomon for people to confuse a Kitsune and a Okamimi and it happens allot with kids, sigh" *Kibaru didn't really like the boy calling him a fox, but he knew the boy was complementing him in some way*

"So, now that you have a goal, where will you go now?" *Kibaru would ask slightly concerned about the boy* "Not all is as kind as me towards undead, not even my own kin or other undead for that matter. Nevermind the palidins and other holy jerks"
Ann
Rejuvenated ambitions of long ago sung out betwixt he and a man that the boy had only met mere moments ago, someone he still knew little of first suspecting him to be that of a wolf. A dirty scroungy lowlife creature that preyed upon the poor innocent wooly 'friends' at least that was how the boy had glorified the simple little pack animals. Perceiving these particular animals as an insult something that was used to mock or tease others, at least toward the boy whom defied life itself; being graced with the tittle fox a creature Fithora had been taught to be benevolent creature ones that were filled with a grace as fluent as though a ballet dancer. One whom was cherished by his people as a charitable wise creature likely stemming from an age old myth within their culture it was an honor likely fit for a hero, not some stranger he had stumbled upon truly a gross exaggeration from the young boy whom remained crouched before Kibaru.

Genuine his eyes' sparkled looking upon Kibaru , only fragments of his sorrow remained still a slight orange clung upon his eyes' giving the man a puzzled look.

"T-twas naught meant to be taken as more than a tittle... Thine foxes twere known to grant power speed a grace few men twere able to garner..." Trembling upon his lips that smile peered through "Tis m-meant as an honor... Lest if thine wishes to be a fool and let thine tittle be whisked away?" 

Clear as day it was meant to be an honor to the boys' people, for the youth didn't seem to understand why he was so upset over such an 'honor' it was wrapped across the boys' face perplexed by the foxes peculiar pained expression. Being grown within his own secluded world the boy didn't understand a lick of what an Okamimi was let alone Kitsune till this day where he met the peculiar fox person. Near speaking the words the boy was about to ask what he wished to be called if naught a fox? However he was riddled with a question one filled with more questions than answers, being thrust into a new world with this '

Second chance' the boy garbed in his torn robes had little idea where he should roam.

"T-t'were mine goal to find mine m-mother... Before mine summons brought a person mine eyes' never knew. B-but with many whom... Seem to wish naught but meet mine presence w-w-with hate t-tis.." Eyes began to narrow looking away from the peculiar man his eyes' filled with uncertainty he wasn't sure where such a 'monster' was meant to go "M-mine l-looks matter naught... Tis what you spoke of? T'would be simpler i-if others could think as such.. B-but I am met with naught b-but anger t-tis unfair... M-makes mine mind worry there is little I may do for mine mother. M-mayhaps I shant near where others r-roam.." A long breath pushed through the boys' throat he hadn't a clear direction even with his goal in mind, it was tough being lost within a place he knew little of far from home and filled with people whom only meant ill will towards the child. Sentenced toward isolation the boy enjoyed others' company it would be difficult for the lad to adjust, but one that was a necessity.
Sharon
"Fox may be an honor, but I am much more than just a fox" *Kibaru would say as he raise hi fist in the air aiming directly at the water.*

*Suddenly his had would ignite into a blue flame and he would smash into the ground causing the earth to shake and all below his fist to be destroyed and his elbow would be deep underwater as he smashed deep into the earth*

*As he would slowly raise his fist, it could be seen that his whole body had ignite in flame, even the parts that was under water. The blue flames would continue to burn, even underwater, as if the water had no affect on this fire. He would then raise to both his feet and look at the boy* "I am a true wolf, a hunter of the strong. And any who would dare hurt you will have to face my wrath as the Blue-Wolf"
Ann
Wandering a lost spirit disturbed from his final resting place still walked amongst the living, little did he understand his purpose what he had left within this shallow imitation of life he now found himself within. Though something he had learned from the blue wolves' words were that he should attempt to grasp this second chance to enjoy it, find worth within it and that he began to realize something he may yet still accomplish and that would be for someone the boy upon the cusp of adulthoods dear mother; the woman whom had granted that mere pedal he hung upon still clinging upon his childhood beliefs young Fithora wished for people whom did not see him with scorn even if the boy disliked his own appearance. 

A claim announced bold amongst the lone audiance of one proclaimed he was stronger than a fox. His body began to spark aflame against the cool waters defying nature itself; panic incited within the boys' heart his dull grey eyes' bloomed wider than

They ever had before witnessing the mans' body take upon a change nearly as though a flower breaking into full bloom. Clumsily clattering upon his bare toes the boy cried "D-d-doth thin body... Burn from beneath thine flames?! T-t-tis quite frightful but none to worry... I h-hath.." The boy stuttered out frenzied by the sudden change it had caught him off guard.

Before the youth could offer his aid knowing the earthen healing arts passed down the vine by his elders, the boys' whole body would be met with a torrent of raging water that erupted as though a volcano from the mans' sheer strength. Rocking the very earth from beneath the boys' feet the lad could feel his whole body begin to stumble nearly falling into the waters' that stood below his feet. A proclamation of strength one the lad had never been privy to before something his elders' would proclaim reckless; strength no mere mortal should possess for it was grace that his people treasured not power. Whilst the tides washed across the boys' hair washing the boy within its' frigid tide... The waves would clear as he sputtered out some of the water from his tongue to see a tower of strength loom before him its' body alight with fire the fire of that perhaps a deity. 

Enamored by the display of strength the lads' jaw remained agap stuttering

"N-n-naught... W-w-would mine people ever believe a wolf posses power to make the tides writhe.." Intimidated by his show of power the boy began to back away, those dull iris's of his focused intently upon the man whom startled him with such a powerful display. "T-that one t'would believe an spirit from above may create... T-t'was a power stronger than a mighty whales tail ser!" The boys' voice suddenly rose jumping up into the air excited by this display of sheer power "Truly narry have I ever seen such power t-t-tis more fierce than any whale or divine fox.. M-mayps greater than the mightiest warrior! I t'would bet you could break through the thickets of boulders!" The mans display had brought the boy away from such dreary thoughts bringing out a spark in the lad as he hopped about excited by the mans' splendid display bursting with what ifs and an assortment of compliments.
Sharon
*Kibaru would smile a tiny bit as he looked at the boy, it may not have looked it at all, but Kibaru was trying his best to not blush infront of the boy. Kibarus blue flames would light up quite an area around them as he stood proud with the flames all on his body, from face to hand to tail. The blue flames would drip of from him like a gel into the water that was boiling from the heat, but Kibaru did not seem to be affected by the flame, nor was his clothes or equiptment he was wearing*
Ann
Dwarfing a powerful light swathed away the youths own yellowish light that emitted from his scar that trailed across his chest, still even whilst wrapped his arms could be seen through the white cloth its' light pulsating against a simple gift the man had gifted the lad. The very same stranger whom had discovered a youth playing a tune from deep within his fife yearning to see distant days' that began to blur from his memory; only able to hold upon slight fragments of his life speaking

Of his peoples' beliefs toward the man he had proclaimed the honor of granting him the tittle fox. It turned out this fox was something else entirely claiming to be a wolf... Something the young lad had grown to dislike at least the animal itself; this man was something other than those mutts whom ravaged their livestock not the ones whom killed the youths beloved pet. For he seemed to stand taller brighter than any wolf toward the youth whom despised the dog like creatures.

Splashing his feet landed from his excited hop splashing the water about as his hefty sopping wet pontail slapped against his pallid back. Used to rough play the boy didn't care how messy or wet he became much more fascinated by his curious blue flames "...T-they doth pour from deep within but... Narry does it burn? Is fire naught meant to burn? L-lest I learned that wrong..." Dim the boy began to ponder lessons he had long been told recalling fire as something that was meant to burn, yet it didn't here? Curious... What sort of magics created such a spectacle or were his lessons wrong? Trailing along the boy began to walk around the wolfen male actively looking about every inch of his body to see not a bit of flame burned or ebbed away his clothing; this fire acting kind something that would not harm.

"T-t-tis... Like you, u-unlike those whomst wish to see me naught more than a-a-a creature meant to harm... Like the fires that dance it doth not harm your body. T'would it hurt if I doth touched it..?"

Getting the brilliant idea that perhaps it wouldn't harm him either, carefully the boy reached an trembling amber finger just grazing it against the mans flames acting through what intrigued him less than what fear egged him on to not touch the burning embers something muttered beneath his breath "..M-mayhaps naught... D-doth you're words me you shall be by mine side? T-truly naught could cease our tracks with such mystical light t-tis beyond mine understanding." Still a smidge innocent as a child would be the boy was filled with wonder over such a curious power; though the scars upon his body did run a little deeper making where once he would carelessly prod the fire without hesitation there would be some uncertainty within his gesture learning from the cruelties that he faced not all was quite as simple as it used to be.