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It has been said throughout history should you suddenly find yourself within a strange, elaborate land while exploring any secluded region that it's best you turn and leave the way you came; such lands are usually the work of the Ninetales and its mate, and interaction is likely to lead to rejection. If leaving is not immediately available, pass through as quickly as possible, lest one might occur the kitsune's wrath. What begins as a subtle bond quickly grows into one irrevocable; thus mateship with a ninetales should never be taken lightly. While the rewards afforded by such are great- so, too, are the risks. Fantasy or no, the kitsune is a powerful being, friend or foe.

Our story begins with a pair of companions, one such kitsune, the other...questionable, at best, origins alone lost to the hands of time. Though a rare feat of the world, magic is indeed a factor present for both of the pair. By human years, their lives have such been long, but due to the magic, age is but a passing...for Kiyoshi, due to being a kitsune; Omen, the magic alone. Our tale takes place exactly forty years after the pair met, on a dark, mid-summer's eve......

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"Kyo, dodge it! Just as we practiced, flame wheel!" the command, from a voice distinctly male, calls out to his partner, a ninetales. With just a split second to react, Kiyoshi already knows his trainer's command long before it leaves his lips; quickly landing softly on a single back paw, kicking against the hard ground and planting just enough to dip and dodge the large bolt of blue energy traveling in his direction. In the same fluid motion the fox pokémon propels off and, lightly landing from tree to tree, gains altitude, before curling and coating his form in bright, ghostly violet flames, quickly hurtling toward the owner of the previous attack.

"Damn, we missed! Quick, gather your energy and use aura sphere once more!" The blue jackal pokémon nods resolutely to its trainer's orders, bracing its paws in a wide stance before gathering the energy needed for the attack. However, as if from nowhere a blazing wheel of fire collides directly with its neck, knocking it back several feet from the point of impact and creating a large explosion as the gathered energy seeks to find ground once again, as all energy does. Almost inaudibly, four paws plant back down on the grassy terra, their owner standing alert and ready, even though he can clearly sense his opponent's defeat from the final super effective attack, in addition to its own's backfire. Eight pairs of eyes gaze upon the clouded, rudimentary battlefield as the haze slowly clears, revealing the jackal lying motionless on the ground.

"Lucario is unable to battle! Ninetales is the winner! The battle goes to the challenger, Omen!" The judge for the match announces. A young trainer in a fanciful getup, almost as if from an age long past, returns the blue canine to its ball before stepping over to his opponent, an individual garbed in a soft violet robe from head to toe, concealing all but a sharp muzzle and jet-black nose. Omen, giving a rather toothy smile for his visage, extends a gloved hand to the lucario's trainer.

"That was a great battle there, Vance. Your lucario there almost had us toward the end, though Kyo is just a tad faster it seems. I'd recommend adjusting your taining to include your environment...it can make far more of a difference than many lead to believe." After a brief nod in reply, the arraged earnings for the match changed hands, and of course, a brief cut for the judge, before both headed off in separate directions, business concluded.

Several hours passed by as the pair walked on in silence, or so it would seem to the naked eye. ~Your speed really is getting to be something, Kyo. After seeing your curl for that flame wheel, you were a complete blur before you landed in front of me.

Thanks, Omen. That lightning training is quite effective.

~Really though, any faster and they might start accusing you of magic. And you know, magical use in sanctioned combat is strictly prohibited almost everywhere.

I know. But with all the time we've had to practice, it seems like the others are just child's play. Though Lucky's getting a lot better - gave me quite the workout earlier. I haven't had that active a match since taking on one of the league tournaments five years ago. Still can't believe I let that vaporeon get the better of me like that.

Ruuumble.

_But anyway, I don't think the weather's gonna hold much longer...perhaps we should make camp for the night? _ Upon closer inspection of the sky, he gave a curt nod to the silver 'tales, stopping and veering off the path for several minutes. By the time the pair arrived upon a space large enough to make camp, rain streamed down overhead. Only the psychic field from his partner stood between him and a torrential downpour from above. What little light remained long past, he had to rely on the glow of a flashlight to hastily erect camp, settling for just the tent before slipping inside out of the rain.

Several moments of preparation later, the pair sat together comfortably in the moderate-sized tent, as omen dug through the camp pack for food, only to come up short. After several long minutes of searching later, he tossed the pack aside, sitting back upon his bedroll. ~Well, it seems we've gone through all the food we brought with us from the last town. I know you won't have a problem with a hunt...think you can bring some back to share?

_Sure, I can fetch us something. I noticed a few berry bushes several yards back. I'll be back in a flash! _ Almost as if assumed, the ninetales snatched up the smaller of the camp packs in his jaws and dashed out into the night. Omen shook his head quietly, quite ashamed he managed to lose track of their food rations so easily. After folding up his traveling cloak and gloves, and making a mental note to keep track of supplies far better, he snatched up a small reflective device and gave it a look-see.

Staring back at him was the sharp contours of a clearly canine visage, colored a soft orange with just a hint of a sparkle beneath the fur. Deep violet irises gazed back to meet his stare as he raked a five-fingered claw through his fur, vanity getting the better of him for several long moments. A large cream-colored tail stuck out clear as day behind him, half as long as his body of five-and-three-quarters feet. Two moderately sized footpaws rested at the bottom of his form, each of their five toes with a hidden claw of its own. That golden orange fur extended across most of his body, from head to toe, almost in the fashion of a feral arcanine, if one were to remove all but one of its stripes. Black dotted the tips of his ears as well as the pads on each of his four paws, revealed as they truly are. Lying back in camp, all he wore were a soft pair of silk boxers, specially made to fit the tail protruding above his shapely ass, the same cream coating the center all the way up from tailbase to tummy in the front. Other than being a prime example of what genetics can do, a rainbow print sofly glowed beneath the fabric of the undergarments, only on his left side, the exact size and shape of his own pawpad. Momentary vanity done, the canine-morph quickly stashed the hand mirror away in the pack, unwilling to let anyone, even his companion Kiyoshi, catch his brief tendencies.

Right as Omen pulled a light sheet from the larger pack, the zipper to the tent slid open, a bag sliding in before the zipper pulled back up as the ninetales padded back off into the woods some distance away, presumably to empty his bladder, or clean his paws off or what not. Maybe his own hesitations were not so dissimilar in his companion? After all, they had spent nearly forty human-years of life together, raised together as pups, almost like brothers. No way. There's just no way Kiyoshi's as vain as that. Several minutes passed, before the zipper slowly drew itself down again, allowing the sleek form of the kitsune through before being drawn back closed once again. Finding his companion, Omen, already asleep, Kiyoshi nosed out his own bedroll before curling upon it, following that slow circle many canines are known for, to ward off bad dreams. Though he knew his presence alone would greatly deter any attack in the night, one could never be to sure.

The room was dark, save the occasional pass and flash of bright lights. A loud beat thump thump thumped away, drawing an upbeat atmosphere to the hazy scene. A tall human stood atop a raised platform at the other side of the room, turning out the jams on a high-quality DJ turnstile, a blend of the older disk turntable, and the more modern iDJ stands many of the newer nightclubs were known for. But Kyo didn't usually come here for the music. Taking a seat at the bar, the human-pokemon called out for an apple-tini, immediately noticing that same 'morph he'd had his eye on for many a time, out across the far end of the bar. He simply contented himself to watch from a distance, for now.

Omen sat at the edge of the far side of the nightclub bar, not quite sure how his dreams as of late always led him to the same place, night after night. Such a cercumstance had been going on off and on for the last six months; though what triggered the episodes, he only wish he knew. As with every past visit to the scene, that lone human across the bar glanced subtly in his direction every now an then, though something about him did seem...familiar. Today had been a great day, however; no reason he shouldn't enjoy the upbeat atmosphere, if only a little. Downing his own dose of liquid courage, he stepped out onto the dancefloor, alowing his mind and body to twist and move with the rhythm of the song. All the while, he remained vaguely aware of a pair of eyes watching his every move, monitoring the way his sleek hips caught the thump of the beat; the way his white tail twist and turned through the air as he danced; the subtle clang of the tag attached to the collar he had no problem showing off in this place.

An hour passed by, before the lithe form of the ninetales rose from his barstool, joining the others in the room upon the dancefloor. The smell of thick cologne and sweaty bodies permiated the air, nearly thick enough that one could taste it if concentrated upon. The dj hopped on the mic, as the music diverted to a subtle thump of the previous song, announcing a request made for the next tune. Kiyoshi grinned to himself, taking the opportunity to slip across the dancefloor, before coming face to face with his target: the arcalithe he'd had his eye on all night--his arcalithe. He offered a paw to the other; a bit surprised when it was graciously accepted. When the next song came on, the pair danced together, allowing the music to take control. Before long, golden orange fur mixed with lavender as the music played.

"Now if we're talkin' body,

You got a perfect one.

So put it on me

Swear it won't take you long.

If you love me ri-i-ight,

We mate for li-i-ife,

On and on and on..."

Both Kiyoshi and Omen danced like that, closer than they had ever been before, each accepting--no, embracing--the other's presence, and the passion of the music, a subtle background as it dawned upon the arcalithe just who it was he was with, only grinding closer against him with the realization. Tight jeans pressed their growing tent against firm parachute pants, the moment growing closer and closer. Nothing could break through such a serene moment...until the dawn pierced through the night, the dream fading away in a haze of emotion as slumber gave way to the cold chill of the morning.