Very slowly, a blue colored Angelic kitsusagi raised his head from a clump of bushes and "looked" around - or at least seemed to. For this kitsu was blind ... totally and completely so. Normally, this was unheard of in Angelics, supposedly born perfect ... so one could assume something had happened to him.The kitsu's fur was also tattooed in strange patterns about his neck and down the length of his back. Though the colors of the tattoos matched natural markings on paws and face, there was something different about them, strange. Possibly even otherworldly. He was thin and looked rather malnourished, a wary tightness to every muscle - ready to run.
At the faintest noise, the blue Angelic flattened himself to the dirt again with a little stifled whimper, terrified ... of what, even he wasn't really sure. All that he knew ... was that he had escaped some horrible place, and he was never going back. And he also knew that he was broken ... damaged ... different now than all the rest ... all his friends from before. Not that he really remembered them either. All of it was a haze, a fog he was afraid to look into for fear of what lurked there....
