He sighed, before rubbing his eyes, and looking directly into each of the male kitsune's eye. After a few seconds he shrugged. "Honestly? I don't know. Make peace with the females, that means I can pull more of my constructs off of keeping an eye on them and you males, and put them back on training and beyonder taint patrols. Help train the constructs, right now they have exactly twenty two mortals they can train with to try and refine their techniques. They can do it on their own, but it is much slower that way. But most importantly, think of ways to improve things. It doesn't matter what, as long as something is improved, it will help.<br/><br/>I guess the most important thing is to help me help you. I am an outsider. I have always been. I was born a quarter dragon, the rest human. Ish, kinda, I think. I have never really been a part of a group, despite how well I fake being an outstanding member."<br/><br/>He paused, openly thinking before shrugging. "Convince the other males that gaining tails no longer requires them to abandon their own pursuits, families, interests. Something I noticed among the female kitsunes is that once they hit five tails, they stop being themselves, and start devoting themselves to Amaterasu. Well, since I am not going to be able to immediately resurrect into one of you, that means you have more opportunities and time to be yourselves. I am a god of choice, so chose how best you think you can help. At very least, it will help prove an already known method."<br/><br/>He paused again, clearly debating with himself, before sighing, hanging his head for a moment, and nodding. "And please, whatever else you do, do not hesitate or be afraid to correct me. I was little better than Kyuubi while he was tainted for most of my life, and most of the rest I was a death seeker. Deliberately trying to survive is... unusual, and something I hadn't tried to do for more than half of my mortal lifespan of thirty five years."<br/><br/>He sighed, before shifting back to his humanoid form, and pulling his shirt off, showing his multitude of myriad of scars. "I spent nearly seventeen years committing genocide against the orcs on my plane for a crime they didn't commit, despite cursory evidence to the contrary. I then spent another two years simply trying to find a cause I could die for, before getting a hatchling gold dragoness as my familiar, and being forced to want to survive again. If you want to know more about that, come to my domain, and meet the gold dragoness Vorela, also known as Krystala, and ask her about how she first met me, and became my familiar.<br/><br/>I have no right to judge anyone, or direct them, but once again, I am forced to do both. Fate has a nasty, evil sense of humor. Though I knew that already."