<div class="floatleft">(https://tokyobling.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/fox_shrine_foxcloseup.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Kitaka Tori (Kit)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Eastern continent, Pan-Asia, Seashore headed towards the din of the eruption<br/><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Traveling, grumbling, plotting<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Wukong<br/><div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMjEML5yj4w/TMY9t4IPiJI/AAAAAAAAACU/D1JS6X-E5C0/s1600/japanese%20woman.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The noise was unbearable.<br/><br/>After the brief nap, Kit was startled awake by the rumbling of the ground, the feeling of upheaval, the general sensation of unease. Her tails twitched behind her, one at a time reacting to her heightened confusion as her dreams began to crumble from the edge of her consciousness. She'd dreamed of ancient battles and the memories they brought with them, unable in her unconscious mind to differentiate between those of which she'd heard and those which she'd witnessed. Her mind was still in the process of picking apart those details as she'd been startled awake, leaving her groggy and shocked in the moment.<br/><br/>As such, it took her several of them in order to realize what she was seeing on the horizon. Far in the distance, at the place where the lone mountain stood, the nearby clouds were painted with streaks of red and broken by a black column. For a moment, she was stunned. One did not rise to nearly four hundred years in age in this land without recognizing the telltale signs of a volcano. But she would never have guessed there were a volcano in that area to begin with. There was only the one mount, which left her puzzled.<br/><br/>Curiously, she started forward, stumbling slightly when the pain in her paw - which had added a slight bruised feeling to itself just for fun - throbbed back to life, having been held relatively motionless while she'd slept. Now it returned with a vengeance of time that had passed while she was lost to dreams. There was a whimper, of course, but even Kit could not wallow forever. Not over a thorn, at least. She tried one more time to dislodge the damned thing before she gave up on it.<br/><br/>Again she started forward, finally feeling at last as though she'd come to a point where she understood the world again, shedding the last cobwebs of her dream. The details fitted themselves back in place, both the ludicrous and the recollections and just as she thought herself safe....<br/><br/>Monkey Mountain.<br/><br/>The mountain that had erupted, the volcano that had been hidden from her, that was the direction from which it had come because that was indeed the mountain that had exploded. It had to be. Monkey Mountain, the legendary prison of the Monkey King, the greatest of all heroes. Legend told of the wise and patient Buddha who had trapped the Monkey King by turning the king's own arrogance against him. It was precisely the sort of thing she might have done, and felt almost proud to know that the great Buddha himself employed the same tricks she had. In her dreams, she had fought in many great battles with many great figures, but the Monkey King?<br/><br/>Myth spoke of his great strength and speed and cleverness. If there was anyone who could get her over the waters to chase down this procession of great numbers, it would be him.<br/><br/>Her gait picked up slightly, settling into the long jog designed to eat away the miles between where she'd stood and the place where Monkey Mountain stood belching into the sky. Even the thorn in her paw seemed less irritating now. She had a plan.