((First of all, hello everyone! ^_^ Pleasure to be playing with the lot of you. I've been waiting 'in the wings', so to speak, for a few weeks, waiting on the right moment to step in. Looks like that time has come! I'll post a little description of myself, followed by a small background that i intend to update semi-weekly, or weekly if the opportunity arises. I'm trying a new style - Journal entries from those he's known in the past, intermixed with his own thoughts. I don't know how effective it will be, but i hope it at least provides an interesting story-telling medium! ))<br/><br/>Description - Kahmori stands at a startleing eight feet tall at the top of his tall, pointed ears, both of which easily make up for a solid foot - if not more - of his considerable height. The size of the formidible looking creature is not the only thing that really catches one's attention, though - it is those eyes. Beautiful, light-blue orbs the color of a cloudswept sky seem to almost draw you into them when he glances at you - and there is definantly the glint of superior intellect in those icy-blue orbs. Long black 'headfur' flows down between his ears to just below his shoulders, tied back in the semblance of a pony-tail. That fur - and those eyes - stand out in stark contract to his otherwise snow-white body, broken only by little caps of black on the tips of his ears, each of his tails, and two tiny little lines on each side of his muzzle. Handsome beyond the norm, he has almost a commanding air about him - if not for that coy, friendly little smile that seems to be permanently plastered across his face. Four tails - far larger than a normal fox's and by far thicker - dance around behind him as if with a mind of their own, only adding a bit more mystery to this enigmatic individual.<br/><br/>His armor also tends to draw a bit of attention - there is simply not very much of it! Over the upper portion of his chest and shoulders is a leather plate mingled with Chainmail strands that hang hap-hazardly all over it's surface. His slim stomach is left completely bare, and the only thing covering his legs is a pair of cut-off pants that look as if they were meant to do little more than provide a bit of modesty, and the utmost mobility. At first glance, the slender Kitsune looks relativly un-impressive in the muscular department, with no bulging biceps or rippling pectorals to indicate his build. However, watching him move in that revealing armor...the subtle roll and flexing of almost 'hidden' muscle indicates that this armor-wearing individual did have a bit of power behind him.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The big Kitsune talks energetically with his two female companions, an arm around the shoulder of each. Every few moments, they will giggle - that giggle only turning into a bright-faced blush when he leans in to whisper something into each of their ears, one after the other. Every few moments, he will meet the gaze of the male Nekojin seated just a few more seats down, and offer him a coy little smile. Once or twice, he beckons him over with a finger, offering to let him join the trio. It didn't look like he was trying to steal the guy's date, even if that seemed exactly like what was happening. After the first two times of attempting to get him to join them, he gives up, shrugging his shoulders. More for him!<br/><br/>"Well, i think i've had just about all the water i can stand..." Kahmori murmurs, peering into the less-than-clean tankard he'd been using. He knew enough not to get drunk in a place like this. Not only did too much alcohol inhibit your ability to fight...but it also inhibited your judgement and memory. Peering back and forth between the human on one side of him, and the Neko on the other....it brings a smile to his muzzle. Oh yes - this would be a night he'd really...REALLY want to remember "You two finished up? We can go somewhere a bit more...inaccessible to talk, if you'd like. I can use my tongue for alot more than talking, i assure you. Before he.." He motions with a jerk of his head towards the Nekojin, nursing his drink alone "...Bores a hole through me with that angry little stare, or melts me with jealousy. You sure he said you could come over?" He asks the Nekojin curiously, peering back and forth from him...to her. Either he was going to get into alot of trouble for picking up this little date, or he was simply going to offend the guy, who would move on.<br/><br/>Oh yes - this was going to be one interesting little night. He turns around on his stool, preparing to get to his feet - when the griffonfolk gets to his feet, shoutin out across the bar to the mouse and centaur who'd just managed to push their way into the door. He'd saw them come in - right behind a handful of others that were seated with Yuki and Jess. They'd caught his interest, but only just - after all, it was not uncommon to see new faces. Or, see folks dissappear, for that matter.<br/><br/>"Ooohh...Hello. Ladies, we might get a little show before we head out. What-say we have a little looksie, huh?" He says, leaning back against the bar and crossing his arms over his chest. This might turn interesting - trafficing in sentients. He had to admit, it was not something he approved of. Yet, it was their business - not his. Maybe he'd catch one of them a bit later and have a little word with them. When the Griffonfolk motions to the mouse, Kahmori's muzzle splits into a grin. How much for that one? Ohhh...this might get interesting very...VERY quickly "...I wonder if he knows what he is getting himself in to? I have a feeling that neither of the two are spring chickens by any means..." the Kitsune muses thoughtfully, his tails flicking back and forth casually behind him. Curiosity - such a wonderful thing.