Laughter like bell chimes came from his mouth as he ran as fast as he could, bare footed and in his human form, through the woods chasing fox fire. Even though he controlled it he found it just as amusing as chasing his own tails. He did this for a short time before he grew tired and bored. Pausing near a giant Sycamore tree he began to suck the energy from it, leaving it to wither and die quicker than normal. Finished he gave a contented sigh and dusted off his outfit. He thought it looked alright he supposed. While in that form he wore black leggings, no shoes of any kind, a long sleeved white cloth jerkin that went down to his knees that had a single buckle on his shoulder. It was his favorite outfit and he rarely if ever got it dirty.<br/><br/>Yawning slightly he brushed a hand through a little over shoulder length light brown hair. His skin was extremely pale that pretty much matched his white fur when it came to fox form, delicate features, and miss matched eyes that followed him no matter what form he took. His left eye was a brilliant color blue while his right was a beautiful golden. To his people he was an outsider, someone to be avoided. Out of them he was the only one who would even consider taking human form, that and his eyes they saw as a bad omen. It was funny, for the longest time he wondered why he even bothered to look human. It was taxing and most of the time it drove him crazy. He liked this fox form a lot better, there was more freedom in it and he thought it was a lot prettier.<br/><br/>When he was in his other form he was a beautiful white two tailed fox creature. The only thing that stood out from his pure white fur were two red marks on his forehead. He had no idea what they meant but he was sure it was something important. The marks were red lines, almost looked like they circled around each other but not quite. It was more like they were thinner at the ends then got a little thicker when they were closer together, hugging practically. He honestly didn’t know. It was just what he had been told once and he hadn’t been able to figure out a better explanation for what they looked like so he just went with it.<br/><br/>Pushing his thoughts away from all of that he cocked his head to the side listening. There was movement coming from somewhere up ahead and it had him curious. A little earlier that day he’d nearly led someone astray. It had amused him at how confused that being had been until he realized it was a demon. He’d given it the slip but not before it had tried to kill him. Shuddering at that thought he was going to turn away and leave whatever it was be but his curiosity was getting the better of him again and he slowly crept toward where he thought he heard a sound.