<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMjEML5yj4w/TMY9t4IPiJI/AAAAAAAAACU/D1JS6X-E5C0/s1600/japanese%20woman.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Kitaka "Kit" Tori<br/><strong>Where:</strong>China<br/><strong>What:</strong>Making an appearance<br/><strong>With Who:</strong>Sun, Snow, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Kit took the letter, noting the thin paper and the tidy words that rested so neatly on an invisible line. There was no artistry in this script, but at least it was orderly. The words and thoughts, however, seemed chaotic and panicked. "It smells like fear." Kit said scornfully, pressing her lips into a thin line. Of course these people were afraid. She had heard of this man. She'd heard of him and the things he'd done and wanted nothing to do with the whole thing. Sadly, however, it seemed her host was determined. She gave the legendary figure a reproachful look. She knew it was in vain, as it was unlikely to bring him anything more onerous than amusement.<br/><br/>Glancing back down, she found herself annoyed by the choice of words. Rolling over? Flashing her belly? Who was this person who used these words so freely? It often irritated Kit when humans tried to adopt the mannerisms or features of animals that they felt were cute or somehow made a statement or that they thought were fashionable and trendy. They didn't know what it was like to have to live with those features whether one liked it or not. Of course, they would enjoy those things, when they could take them off and go back to a life where they weren't hunted and terrorized for sport. Humans were so selfish.<br/><br/>"You want me to save humans from this?" She said angrily, rapping at the page just once with the back of her hand in indication. "At the expense of my own tails? Sign my own name and alert a presence I've never met to my existence?" Kit sighed. In all likelihood, the letter hadn't been intended for her at all. She was no champion of anything and far from it, preferred to remain aloof of the goings-on to better find herself out of the range of such things as violence and vengeance and other unpleasant factors involved in a life of heroism. She had responsibilities, after all, as the last of her kind.<br/><br/>With a sigh, she tried one last effort to dissuade the cloud-riding lord beside her. "Who shall bind me to this, hmm? You?" With the letter, she jabbed the air in indication of her companion. "Bind me to words agreed in order to find out what the proposal is. I do not like this. I do not like the idea of agreeing before I know what I'm agreeing to." Scowling, she thrust the letter back into his hands. "Sign it first." Her petulant tone was, nonetheless, defeated. Even with only that grin, she knew she would never convince him. But she was far too curious of what was to be said, what was to be offered, not to at least take the opportunity to find out.<br/><br/>Besides, she could always flee later, if it came to that.<br/><br/>"Only then will I."