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One Woman Revolution Captain
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 Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2026 1:10 pm
This is the start of the rp
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2026 4:03 pm
xoxoxoxo| | Clayton | | xoxoxoxo| | Shadowhund | |
The Well spat Clay out from it's circular mouth, shooting him a few feet in the air. Splayed limbs flailed in midair as the human fought and clawed for ground under his feet.
The ground came hard and fast, only leaving Clay a few seconds to twist around enough to prevent himself from face-planting directly into the ground. Instead, the well had deposited him right on his a**, leaving some of the fall to be broken by his right arm. He'd landed in a tuft of autumnal leaves--a few of which caught the wind when he'd landed and were now cascading downward around him on the wind--and still the impact left his rump and arm thrumming with pain.
Clay laid there for a moment, gathering his wits. There was a small cottage, about twenty yards to the west, probably the owners of this gray-bricked well. He was planted in the center of a clearing where low grass blades and spotted patches of short, crimson and yellow flowers dotted the landscape; none of which was recognizable to the wolf. All around him was a canopy of dense, dark, forest surrounding the property of the cottage, mirroring the perfect circular shape of the well.
Gray eyes flitted up toward the sky. It was the oddest shade of blackened purple, like a bruised eye. The wind was cool, much frostier than he'd remembered just a few moments ago. And there was an acrid tang hanging on it, making his eyebrows furrow with the unfamiliarity. He tilted his nose upward, scenting the air around him.
“...The ********> He whispered under his breath. None of this was familiar.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and he couldn't help the growl that bubbled in his chest. Someone--or something was out there, nearby. He couldn't smell whoever it was watching him--or so he assumed. They were upwind from himself, making it hard for him to pinpoint their exact location, and no way to know how many there could be. Everything about this place gave him the willies.
Clay rolled onto his side and winced, immediately regretting the motion as sharp pains shot through bone, making him bite back a howl. He'd have to wait until the healing kicked in. But that made him uneasy. If someone attacked, he'd have to defend himself one handed. But at least he could rely on the darkness as fodder. All around him, shadows loomed, serving as unlimited potential for his power. Clay set the fingers of his good hand into the dirt beside him and let the tendrils of his shadows melt into those around himself. But he was immediately met with a feeling a malice. He jerked his hand back, gasping hard against the feeling of evil wading in those dark shores. How desperate was he to figure out who was out there? And should he risk merging with this evil?
Steadying himself, Clay tried again. He slipped his fingers back into the dirt and fought the urge to recoil away from the icy tendrils. These shadows felt so off... so evil... but still, he used them to try and pinpoint who and what was out there... beyond the treeline.
‘Come on...’ Clay thought to himself.. ‘Please be ******** nothing...’
ooc; “talking.” ‘. . .thoughts...’
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One Woman Revolution Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2026 5:57 pm
She knew better than to be out past dusk.
Yet, in her eager greed, Hanae found bountiful blooms of the rare herb in the underbrush of the thicket just a few miles away from her village. It had been just late afternoon when she headed out originally, and warm enough to not really cause any worry.
The sky darkened quickly, to her dismay, and the Kitsune was on her own....which was also something she knew better to do. But it was too much of a hassle to request an escort and to go through the proper channels took days. It was so much easier to just look by herself. Besides, if she hadn't left on her own, she would have probably missed the collection altogether.
At least, that's what Hanae told herself.
Either way, now it was dark and the night sky threatened her safety.
With her herbs and flowers tucked neatly into the depths of her basket, Hanae briskly hurried to the edge of the wood. She was easy pickings for any monster that could have been lurking within the darkness, especially without her tribe to defend her.
Though, thankfully, she wasn't too far from the open field and with her hurried steps, she could see the well's shape in the darkness of the night before long.
A relieved sigh escaped from her lips before it was redacted in a sharp inhale upon seeing movement around her checkpoint.
Hanae's steps halted immediately and she crouched behind a few large bushes hugging the tree line.
The figure groaned and muttered, causing the red ears upon her head to swivel about as she tried to catch a hint of any other strangers nearby.
Green orbs watched the scene with caution as slender fingers slowly cradled the fox mask that hung loosely around her neck. The redhead didn't see anyone coming to the stranger's aid, ...was he truly alone?
With a squint, she tried to hone in on the situation. It was a young ma- it was a Wolf.
Donned in strange attire and rolling about, he looked as if he was mad. He had to have been. Wolves rarely traveled alone, right? Where was his pack?
Shaking her head, Hanae slipped her mask over her face. She'd be damned if she got caught by a Wolf, and an insane one at that.
She shifted with ease, carrying her basket in her maw as she slunk along the edge of the tree line, sliding under brush and started her trek home. Her ears twitched as the sounds of his discomfort kept tickling the edges of her fur and begging for her attention.
Hanae was a healer, after all. Could she really leave someone in pain?
Her paws slowed, digging into the soft soil beneath them. Part of her knew she'd think about this stranger all night. What if he was really hurt? Could she leave him to die?
What if he was mad...? Could she risk being attacked?
....She had to get closer to determine her next move.
Slowly, bright red fur emerged from the tree line. Moment by moment, she only moved when he was still, facing away and soon, she was mere yards from him.
His arm.
Verdant eyes locked on his form and with a strong breeze, it was Hanae standing where the fox once did. An orange fox mask, trailed and detailed in ornate painting sat firmly over the woman's face as she glared down at the stranger.
Strands of wild hair cascaded down her form and blew softly in the wind as she inched towards him.
If her tribe knew of her actions, she'd be ridiculed and probably even punished....
Hanae closed the distance between herself and the man, just enough to get a closer look at him. Reaching into her basket, she pulled out a sharpened dagger made from a crude block of wood with carved flowers.
"Where is your pack, Wolf?" Hanae practically whispered, worried that his clan was nearby and it was a possible trap.
The stranger's clothes were dark, and some of it was even tight to his form, she noted as her gaze traveled over him. Perhaps he was on his own.
"...What are you doing so close to Kitsune Territory?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2026 7:01 am
xoxoxoxo| | Clayton | | xoxoxoxo| | Shadowhund | |
The Shadows alerted Clay to the woman's presence but a split second too late. How had she gotten behind him? He whirled around to face her, ignoring the pain. A silver-colored chain, hooked from a front belt loop to the wallet in his back pocket rattled with the movement, the sound chiming on the wind.
Clay said, slowly. Carefully.
Truth. Just in case she was someone who could sense lies. No sense in denying his heritage, she obviously could smell wolf on him.
His nose twitched, banking hard toward the right. Now that she was in the opposite direction, her scent carried easily to him on the wind. And he still couldn't place it. Canine, but... not? Fox, surely. But human, too.?
His mind wanted to wander, in order to keep piecing together the clues until he finished the puzzle. But there wasn't time. Gray eyes dropped to the dagger in her slender fingers. Okay. . .wood. That was good. Safe. And just as quickly as his mind shifted toward the dagger, it was yanked back to his question as she spoke again.
‘Kitsune...? That- .. those are legend.’
Clay's eyebrows knitted and he fully took in her appearance. The garb was old, the entire piece made of fabrics that he'd only seen in videos online and books. Though it was intricate and well-designed. The floral print was expertly stitched and the sash around her waste fit her well. So well it seemed to plump up her rack like he'd seen some of those chicks on that one streaming site wear to help them earn extra money.
Ah, she must be...
Clay asked, nodding toward the wooden dagger in her hand.
Maybe she'd only taken a stab--pun intended--at him being a wolf and he'd fallen right into it by not denying it. Whoops. The internet did still get so much about them wrong, not that anyone bothered to correct any of it. Why in the hell would they willingly give away their weaknesses.? Maybe there was still time for denial.
Still... how would that explain her scent...Or the feeling of danger still creeping through his spine, but curiosity was getting the better of him. Maybe he should have been born a cat.
Clay cocked his head, though straightening his body some to appear less threatening and more relaxed.
“Damn, you guys are getting good at that. What kind of A.I. even mimics the scent of a fox?”
Clay stepped forward toward her. In the form of a makeshift splint, his good arm cupped the elbow of the arm he'd sprain.. or broken. He couldn't be sure just yet.
“Hey, listen. I am so lost and I gotta get back home soon. You know how I get back to midtown from here? Just point me toward Reverie Road and I think I've got it from there.”
ooc; “talking.” ‘. . .thoughts...’
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One Woman Revolution Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2026 12:58 pm
Clink clink. Metal shifting made her ear swivel and caused her eyes to shift over his form once more, looking for any kind of weapon upon him.
*"I don't know," He admitted, but Hanae wasn't totally convinced. Wolves always travelled in packs.
The strange man turned to face her, confusion painted over his face. He looked her over in turn, making Hanae tense up.
Then, he asked something in a strange language.
The demanding hush that once seemed so sure in her stance shifted to one of mutual confusion. "What?"
He rattled off some odd term, accusing her to be a...
"Coz-...layer?" and then referenced her dagger. Makeshift as it was, it could buy her some sort of time, she was sure of it.
Gripping it tighter in her hand, she crossed her arm over her body in a defensive position. " Is that some sort of witch?!" The voice rumbled from behind the mask.
"If anyone is a witch, it would be you." She snarled back, before he mentioned her scent and her knuckles practically turned white around the handle of the dagger.
"Eh aye? Is that some sort of trick?" His boots stepped forward , sending her ears flat against her head as she quickly stepped back to keep the distance between them.
"Keep your ground, Wolf. Come any closer and I'll -" She paused, clearly unsure just what'd she do. Hell, she approached him first. If anyone was the threat, it could have easily been perceived as her.
No, this was his attempt to cloud her perception. It had to have been.
Shaking her head, Hanae tried to clear her mind. "Do not try your clouding tricks on me, Wolf. I am Kitsune. My clan has mastered the art of illusion. Your tactics will not work here. "
The Kitsune took a step to her right, starting to circle around the strange man.
"Are you some sort of spy? Is that what you are doing so far from your clan? Is that why you look so...strange?" She prodded, gesturing to his clothes with a nod of her head.
But before she could reach steady ground in her interrogation, his questions of midtown came back to her frontal lobe and she scoffed. He was really trying to play on being lost, wasn't he?
"Your village? What kind of Wolf can't find his way back to his own....."
Barefeet slowed in the grass as compassion started to wash over her.
Everyone knew a Wolf had the keenest of all smells. There'd be no use in lying to her, as it was obvious that he could just sniff out his clan.
As she stopped in her circle, her eyes grazed over him to rest on his hurt arm.
Perhaps,...he had a concussion. Maybe he truly meant her no harm, .....
for now.
With a heavy sigh, Hanae slowly lowered her makeshift dagger, tucking it away back to the bottom of her basket. Then her hand unfastened the mask from her face, letting it hang from her neck once more.
Her ears stood upright now, listening for any signs of ambush from the dark tree line.
Accusing eyes shifted to ones of stern compassion and she relaxed her shoulders.
"What is your name?" She asked, still keeping her distance, but now her gaze focused on his arm from where she stood.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2026 3:25 pm
xoxoxoxo| | Clayton | | xoxoxoxo| | Shadowhund | |
The Shadows alerted Clay to the woman's presence but a split second too late. How had she gotten behind him? He whirled around to face her, ignoring the pain. A silver-colored chain, hooked from a front belt loop to the wallet in his back pocket rattled with the movement, the sound chiming on the wind.
“A.. cosplayer? Not a witch. But... I guess you could cosplay as a witch if you really wanted to.. But the ears and the tail wouldn't really--” Clay paused, cut off by the accusation of a trick and claims of being a Kitsune. “Sure thing,” he said, letting the subject lie. “And I'm far from a witch,” he added. The first bit of disdain he'd shown the entire time as he said the word. “I have no ties to any damn witch.” He snorted with a roll of his eye, then murmured low. “Filthy demons.”
As she circled him, Clay turned with her, keeping his front facing the woman at all times while his back was positioned well away from her. Still, he remained casual, holding his arm, even flexing the hand of the hurt limb some. As they turned, he kept her in his main field of vision but he continued to mentally note their surroundings through his peripherals. Even when she commented on his clothing, he refused to take his eyes off her to look at himself. Being used to others remarking on his appearance all his life, this was no different and it wouldn't serve to distract him from his goals.
But one thing did bother him.
‘....A tracker who can't find his pack is no tracker at all.’
That ate at him because how the ******** couldn't he find his own damn pack right now? Slightly perturbed, he huffed, looking off to the side. He gathered their surroundings, again, for what seemed like the millionth time since he was pushed through the-
‘...the well! F-ckin' Jaxon pushed me. And Mick was reaching to help... but Martin's f-ckin' a** was just standing there when I was f-ckin' falling... d-ckbags.’
Clay whirled around, examining the well harder. His eyes narrowed. And where the f-ck were they?! Though he could still see the woman from the corner of his eye, his focus had mostly returned to the oddity of this damn water well. He was about to step forward when the woman stepped forward first. He watched as she removed her mask, sheathed her dagger, and even stepped closer to himself. His eyes scanned her face, taking in her features.
When she asked for hiis name, he remained quiet, taking in the smoothness of her skin and the green of her eyes. The rich red of her hair that ironically matched her tail perfectly.
More than a few seconds passed before Clay spoke again, having had a gust of bitter wind crawl up his neck and ruffle his two-toned hair as if to slap him back into reality.
“Clay,” he said finally. Then, after clearing his throat some. “My name is Clay... What's yours? KitsuneTTV I'm guessing?” Cosplayers always picked some basic sh-t like that. Or, “Kitty? KittenLove@Twitch.TTV?”
Storm-gray eyes refocused on her green ones, noticing her eying his arm.
“ It's.. I'm fine.” He said. An attempt at reassuring her without still giving away what he was. He was still unsure if she really knew anything worthwhile or had she just been yapping. So he fished for some information from a different angle. “Human adrenaline makes it seem like it doesn't even hurt.”
The wolf had no idea if she'd bite, believing him to be human. Adrenaline was a hard sell but it was the quickest thing he could think of given the circumstance. He hadn't denied being a spy but she appeared to have ignored it for now in favor of his arm. Already, he could feel his body working to mend itself. He turned slightly, angling his arm away from her view so she hopefully wouldn't notice.
“Which way did you say the road was?” He asked. More avoidance.
ooc; “talking.” ‘. . .thoughts...’
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One Woman Revolution Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2026 7:00 pm
 
"*Filthy demons,*" He snorted, causing her ears to stand on end.
What an odd statement. How could he compare Witches to that of -
Her own racing thoughts would pause for only a moment, remember the *one* time she did stumble upon a Demon Witch. The Hag was old, with sagging skin and-
She was losing her focus.
Hanae clenched her jaw, trying to keep her mind on the situation at hand. This stranger had to have some sort of power, trying to cloud her mind and make her confused.
Her barrage of questions went unanswered for a moment, as his attention seemed to pull elsewhere. Was this another trick ? Something to throw off her gaze for a sneak attack?
She was unsure.
Bright eyes glanced over to the well that he seemed so interested in for only a moment. What was so interesting about it? She then noticed his arm and
stepping forward brought his attention back to her, but still, he seemed confused. Lost, even, as she glanced back to his face, searching his eyes for some sort of ....answer?
They seemed so different than the Wolf Pack, ...inviting, even? Entrancing her for a deeper look for something -
No. Hanae pulled away her gaze when his name floated on the wind.
Though, with it, her concern started to melt away.
As her ears flattened against her head, Hanae scoffed.
"Kitty? Do I look like a cat? Is that your best insult?" She waved at the air with her free hand ."At least my clan doesn't name their offspring after the first thing they see, *MUD.*"
Clay then tried to turn away the concern over his arm, claiming it didn't even hurt.
It was clearly a lie, as she had seen him cradling it for their entire interaction. But what really caught her attention, was that he claimed *Human* adrenaline eased the pain.
...Was that why he was alone? Rejected by Demons and Humans alike. Perhaps his pack never accepted him.
Hanae paused for a while, her expression softening again. She doubted that she could take him back to her village, just until he got his bearings...
Her clan would likely think he was a spy and kill him as a message...
She pursed her lips and narrowed her gaze.
What was she thinking? It was factual they would kill him as soon as they got whiff of his scent.
He interrupted her thoughts, asking again which way the road was. Hanae parted her lips to point him towards the only Wolf Clan she knew of, but once again paused.
She could be sending him to certain death.
Then again, why did she care? He was a wolf.
Who didn't have a pack.
Hanae then bit her lip as her it felt like her brain was banging on the inside of her skull. She couldn't think of a good reason to why he'd want to go with her. But she had more herbs that could help his wounds at home.
Her ears perked as she suddenly got a stupid, but wonderful, idea. In her basket lied the secret to knocking anyone out cold, acting as a very heavy sedative. All she had to do was slip it in his mouth and she could drag him back home.
...The thought caused her gaze to narrow. "Anyways, my name is Hanae." She said quietly, slipping her hand into her woven basket.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2026 7:43 pm
xoxoxoxo| | Mitsuhide | | xoxoxoxo xoxoxoxo| | Shining Excellence | | xoxoxoxo
Before the wolf could even attempt to respond, the chilly air grew warmer. Before long a blistering heat wave was upon the pair as a massive fireball appeared seemingly out of no where. A male kitsune emerged, the whipping wind blowing his hair and multiple tails about for a time before dissipating. The warmth of the moment soon ended as Mitsuhide spoke, his orange eyes landing pointedly on Hanae with irritation evident on his brow.
He sighed, pulling Clay's attention to himself.
“And how exactly does my brother's beautiful betrothed always end up so far from her family's den, and always so close to danger, hm?”
Mitsuhide smirked, noting a flicker of disappointment in the wolf's eye as he looked upon himself.
‘Surely the idiot doesn't think he would ever have a chance. Poor brute. Dumb fool.’
The Kitsune was upon the wolf in a split second, closing the distance with unfathomable ease. The wolf opened his mouth, but not a sound was uttered as a fist connected with his chin, making him literally bite his tongue. Sharpened claws caught the wolf's shoulder before he could go stumbling back, holding him steady even as blood trickled from his tongue and lips. All the while, Mitsuhide's gaze remained locked on Hanae. A cocky air breezing about him, his fierce and woody scent engulfing her with familiarity and warmth. Safety.
“Honestly, Hanae, with how often I find myself saving you...
Blackened pupils narrowed to slits as orange irises cut sharply toward the wolf, who was once again attempting to speak and cut the kitsune off. Mitsuhide rounded the male and aimed a well-executed chop to the back of the man's neck. The wolf's knees buckled and slammed hard into the dirt beneath himself before his entire body flat-lined, sending his bloodied face into the grass and leaves.
“....you really should be my wife.” Mitsuhide finished, turning much more slowly to full face Hanae.
Those same orange eyes roamed over Hanae. Surprisingly, not in a lustful way, but truly checking over her well-being. When he was satisfied, his shoulders visibly relaxed as he dropped into a squat. Mitsuhide palmed Clay's head behind grabbing a fistful of multi-toned hair. Pulling the wolf up as he stood, he help Clay's face close enough toward Hanae, while keeping more than enough distance between the two in case the male woke up feeling froggy.
“He's a spy for the enemy. Close to our territory.” Mitsuhide said, narrowing his eyes at her. Annoyance riddled all throughout his voice. He shook him slightly to get the point across. “And now he is a prisoner. See how easy that was? No talking, just action. Lucky for you, I'll always be around to protect you.” The male kitsune straightened and walking right past Hanae, dragging Clay by his hair all the way. “Let's go home and see what the tribe wants to do with him. Hopefully they'll let me kill him. Slowly. For being stupid enough to run along kitsune lands, especially this late into the evening.”
ooc; “talking.” ‘. . .thoughts...’
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One Woman Revolution Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2026 7:53 am
As soon as her name left her lips, the air was suddenly incredibly warm.
Her face shifted from caring to concern to immediate tension. She knew exactly how this interaction would shift, and it wouldn’t end in his favor.
The fiery entrance dissipated with the sound of a cool tongue, making Hanae almost flinch.
Not out of fear, but tension again.
*”oh no, “* She mouthed, her shoulders frozen.
*Damnit,*
Before she could answer the surprising guest, he closed the distance between himself and Clay.
Tension turned to surprise and her eyes widened as she reached out to warn the stranger of his impeding doom. It mattered not. Mistuhide was on the enemy faster than most could keep watch and his fist met with the new face.
“Oh, damnit,” Hanae winced, feeling sorry for the stranger. It wasn’t his fault, yet, by any means and now he was caught in the middle of generational war.
Her nose crinkled as her green eyes watched the blood run down his face, feeling the empathy of his pain.
Her own lips parted to try and stop the Kistune from his assault, but it mattered little as he quickly knocked out the intruder to their lands.
*”you should really be *my* wife,” He told her as the new stranger fell to the grass and Hanae could only feel sympathy and regret.
“He didn’t really deserve all of that, Mistu.” Hanae quietly scolded him, sighing.
But then he picked Clay up by his hair, displaying him as a crude war trophy, even shaking him.
The middle prince went on, scolding the healer for her act of compassion. Scolding her for the hesitation.
“Now just wait a minute.
*No talking?*” She asked, her tone taking a different volume.
“Are you telling me you were here the whole time?” Hanae grumbled, a hand on her hip as Mistuhide paraded off with his new trophy.
“I had it handled!” The redhead argued.
“He wasn’t hurting me,” She chided, following behind him.
“ You don’t have to carry him like that. You don’t know if he’s planning to hurt us! Maybe he really was lost!”
Hanae pleaded with Mistuhide, but she knew it would fall on deaf ears.
Wolves were not kind.
She whined and scolded the middle prince the entire way home,
obviously to no avail.
He laughed at her, complimenting her kindness ….then gently reminding her what their prisoner was.
The. Whole. Way. Home.
Poor Clay was bound in a small hut, a magical metal collar around his neck and it was chained to a cement block.
Before him were two primitive bowls, one of water…one of leaves and berries. It was a day or so before he awoke, and he woke up alone with not even a blanket to sleep upon.
It had been hours that he was awake, coming in and out of consciousness , before steps sounded softly across the wood floor.
Muttering and grumbling sounded out as the figure moved around. His chain clinked with a snarl of aggravation before they finally moved to sit before him.
Hanae placed a small sack between her and Clay, then slowly started to untie it.
“He’s a wolf, not a dog.” The redhead rolled her eyes, annoyed with the prisoners set up.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2026 4:32 pm
xoxoxoxo| | Clayton | | xoxoxoxo| | Shadowhund | |
Hours had passed and Clay still had no answers to any of the questions he'd tried to gain from anyone who passed his primitive kennel.
The wolf was crouched low, having had trouble sitting up fully. He was hunched over, curly hair fell in front of his face to shield gray eyes. And when Hanae had returned, he hadn't bothered to lift his face to peer at her, simply because he recognized her scent.
His eyes landed on the satchel she'd brought but he still chose to avert his eyes. Earlier, before she'd arrived, he'd been promptly reminded of his place and to keep his wandering eyes to himself. Thus, keeping a respectful air about him, he kept his head low, lower than hers as a private sign of submission to the one considered 'above' him.
If circumstances were different he would have fought harder and wouldn't have yielded so easily. But, instead, he chose the shadow route and to bide his time. He'd play along. For now.
His very human ear tugged hard on the side of his head, wanting to swivel as the woman said something about him being a wolf and not a dog. He listened, trying to pinpoint who she was talking to, but the crickets buzzing outside were so loud. Or was that his head? The blood flow rushing into his tongue as it continued mending itself.
Clay remained silent, keeping his eyes on the satchel in front of Hanae, curiosity etching its way onto his face as he wondered what she'd be digging out.
“Sneaky. Sneaky foxes.” He said, finally.
ooc; “talking.” ‘. . .thoughts...’
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One Woman Revolution Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2026 5:11 pm
Her slender hands paused, gripping the fabric tightly in her hands. She could feel her tongue ready to strike back at his slight, but instead, she slowly relaxed with a long sigh.
It was only fair that he felt attacked. ....Clay really was. Though, it wasn't planned.
Hanae fumbled with her collection, laying it all out neatly and delicately.
Certain herbs were collected to one side, a dagger to the other. Bandages laid in the middle.
"Well, at least you aren't calling me a cat, anymore." She dug back, before giving a small gasp and clapping her hands.
"Oh! I almost forgot." Turning away for a moment, Hanae pulled another small sack from out of nowhere and then poured its contents into one of Clay's bowels. Out tumbled a few chunks of meat before sprinkles of various spices.
"I'll let you mix it. But I'd eat it quickly before they get a whiff of it. If they do and then they find out that I brought it?" The redhead groaned slightly at the thought of her consequences.
Then she paused for a moment, " I shouldn't even be in here." Hanae said quietly.
"I want to trust you really aren't a spy. I'm here to talk to you,...and to treat you. I know Mitsu hit you pretty hard,....for what it is worth, I really did not know he was out there." She sighed once more, this time, a little embarrassed. "I suppose it was a good thing he was,...." Hanae shook her head, trying to keep her focus on the task at hand.
"My point is I can talk to Akihiro. If you really are what I think you are, he may be swayed. "
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2026 5:28 pm
xoxoxoxo| | Clayton | | xoxoxoxo| | Shadowhund | |
Clay's nose twitched at the scent of meat and spices. Despite his hunger, the male didn't move to take it. Evidently, there was no trust within the male.
“What you think I am?” Clay repeated. “And that is?”
ooc; snuck a small post in, hehehe. “talking.” ‘. . .thoughts...’
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One Woman Revolution Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2026 5:40 pm
She could tell him what she thought, but Hanae wasn't that stupid. Naive, perhaps. But if he was a spy, she'd be giving him an easy out and putting her tribe in more danger.
"It is hard to help you with so little trust." Hanae told him, frankly. She paused for a long moment, searching for her words. Moving closer, slowly, her hand gently brushed up his long hair to peek at his face from underneath.
"I want to believe you are more than what this war is portraying you as."
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2026 6:14 pm
xoxoxoxo| | Clayton | | xoxoxoxo| | Shadowhund | |
Clay's eyes lifted the moment Hanae's touch landed upon his head. He peered into her eyes, then, and beneath, she would be able to see storm clouds swirling within his irises. The normal cloudy, pale gray was tainted with the darkened blue-gray of a riding storm as a growl bubbled within his chest. Still, though, he made no move against her.
His voice had deepened, mingling with the growl that started within his belly. Clay lifted his head higher, and away, an attempt to remove her hand from his forehead.
“I was clocked. Knocked out cold. Kidnapped and chained here.”
The chains rattled as he attempted, and failed, to lift his wrist fully for emphasis. The skin around the metal cuffs were red and bruised, as if he'd been tugging at them with all his might even within his unconscious state.
“And you ask for trust?!” He snorted. “I have.. no idea what the hell you're talking about. You are all claiming to be kitsune. Foxes for ******** sake. Kitsune are extinct. A. Dead. Species. And you kitsune claim to be at war with a pack of wolves? That has nothing to do with me.”
He shrugged, leaning back to lean onto his haunches, though still in a kneeling position.
“You know what would gain my trust? Letting me go. You're all a cult of crazy.”
ooc; edited. “talking.” ‘. . .thoughts...’
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2026 7:04 pm
He pulled away from her, causing Hanae to stiffen. It wasn't his fault.
Though, if he hadn't been so ...confrontational and cold, perhaps she could have defended his case a little more before now.
"Yes," Hanae admitted, after his growl, sucking in through her teeth. "Mitsuhide's arrival was not ideal." She then turned her gaze to his wrists, noting the bruising. Just as she was about to offer something for the pain, he went on. He claimed they were a dead tribe, extinct. Something that did not exist.
Her eyes settled on his once more, and her brow furrowed. Was this a threat? What did he mean they did not exist? Her ears laid against her head for a moment as she tried to understand why he denied her existence.
Clay leaned back on his hands, grumbling about being let go.
With another sigh, this time in annoyance, Hanae waved at the air with the same hand that parted his hair.
"I keep asking questions and you refuse to answer. " She retorted. "It is not as if I can just break your chains! " The Kitsune leaned back, putting her hands on her hips.
"Oh hello Hanae, where is the prisoner?" She mocked, puffing out her chest and deepening her voice.
"Oh , it is fine! He said to let him go! " She said in her own voice.
"Was he not a spy?"
"No Idea! He could not answer me!"
"Did you also feed him!? That is it, traitor you are! Execution before the tribe! " She then mimicked the motion of a katana through her heart. "Die traitor, die."
After her mental break was over, she threw her hands up in the air. "Besides! I do not have the key. That would be Akihiro and the more you don't want to talk, the more they don't care. You're just a walking fence post at this moment." Hanae warned.
She huffed, "Why do you deny our existence? Maybe you're the crazy one! " She snapped, pointing an accusing finger against his nose.
"Maybe you hit your head and my tribe is right to assume you were a spy! " The redhead then reached to her little collection of herbs upon her laid out sack and smeared a paste of some kind between two fingers. Without any warning, she firmly grasped his chained wrist and wedged her fingertips against his skin. Rubbing it in vigorously, she uncerimoniously dropped it to his lap.
As it began to numb the pain, she sat with a clenched jaw before him then motioned with her eyes if he wanted the other to receive the same treatment.
"Clearly, you're delirious. I'll see if Akihiro will spare you for a day or so, in hopes that you come to your senses for a proper trial." Hanae grumbled.
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