[Oof, and double oof. What is it with new arrivals and getting wet? Kaden just wants to check out the roads, really. After spending a month healing up, he wants to unleash his bestial form and go for a long run in the surrounding area on all fours...but as soon as he grabs his beast stone, storm clouds roll in faster than he can even smell them.
That’s not great.
So enter Kaden, dressed like he always is in his vaguely Japanese clothing with way too much chest showing, running through a field while rain splashes down on him relentlessly. The rain is so cold it sinks through his clothes all his way to his bones, and covering his ears and his face isn’t really doing him much good.
Fortunately, he’s not alone! Whether there’s a character with an umbrella or someone who’s found shelter underneath a large tree or small structure or in a shed, they’re no longer alone, either. Because here comes Kaden.]
Ahhh! Make room for me, I’m coming your way!
[Please help the wet fox.]
ii (a). good memories
[Deep in the mountains of Hoshido, there’s a small hamlet known as the Kitsune Hamlet. Very few people know of its existence; the kitsune rarely leave their village, save for a village chief who loves to wander. Kaden can hardly believe his eyes as he walks down one of the streets, kitsune passing by left and right. Some are napping in the shades of the building, and some are proudly strutting their four-legged forms.
Kaden’s mouth hangs open before it turns into a smile.]
It looks just like I remember it!
[He doesn’t really care who’s with him; he turns to them, an extra twitch in the tip of his tail, an extra bounce to his ears. Who’s good and happy fox? He is.]
Hey, come on! I’ll show you around.
[He knows it’s not real, but why should that stop him from showing off? He’s the chieftain after, all?]
ii (b). bad memories
[Or maybe one moment you’re on your own, and the next you find yourself in a sea of gingko trees in the mountains. They’re beautiful. Nearby, there’s a river, and the mountain air is a little chilly but otherwise it’s crisp and refreshing.
It’d be perhaps more beautiful if it weren’t for the bodies laying about.
On each side of the obvious path through the forest there are corpses—kitsune corpses. Some have been downed with weapons, others with magic. The only constant is that they all have fluffy ears and tails, though even Kaden can’t find those features beautiful in death. He doesn’t seem to notice that this part of the memory involves an army retreating far in the distance—no, he chooses not to, because no running would have him catch up.
And if memory serves, this is right when the storm happened. These are the memories from right when he died.
He squats near a young kitsune man and sighs forlornly.]
So you didn’t escape, Youta? I’m sorry. You were really looking forward to the full moon celebration the most, weren’t you?
Kaden | Fire Emblem
[Oof, and double oof. What is it with new arrivals and getting wet? Kaden just wants to check out the roads, really. After spending a month healing up, he wants to unleash his bestial form and go for a long run in the surrounding area on all fours...but as soon as he grabs his beast stone, storm clouds roll in faster than he can even smell them.
That’s not great.
So enter Kaden, dressed like he always is in his vaguely Japanese clothing with way too much chest showing, running through a field while rain splashes down on him relentlessly. The rain is so cold it sinks through his clothes all his way to his bones, and covering his ears and his face isn’t really doing him much good.
Fortunately, he’s not alone! Whether there’s a character with an umbrella or someone who’s found shelter underneath a large tree or small structure or in a shed, they’re no longer alone, either. Because here comes Kaden.]
Ahhh! Make room for me, I’m coming your way!
[Please help the wet fox.]
ii (a). good memories
[Deep in the mountains of Hoshido, there’s a small hamlet known as the Kitsune Hamlet. Very few people know of its existence; the kitsune rarely leave their village, save for a village chief who loves to wander. Kaden can hardly believe his eyes as he walks down one of the streets, kitsune passing by left and right. Some are napping in the shades of the building, and some are proudly strutting their four-legged forms.
Kaden’s mouth hangs open before it turns into a smile.]
It looks just like I remember it!
[He doesn’t really care who’s with him; he turns to them, an extra twitch in the tip of his tail, an extra bounce to his ears. Who’s good and happy fox? He is.]
Hey, come on! I’ll show you around.
[He knows it’s not real, but why should that stop him from showing off? He’s the chieftain after, all?]
ii (b). bad memories
[Or maybe one moment you’re on your own, and the next you find yourself in a sea of gingko trees in the mountains. They’re beautiful. Nearby, there’s a river, and the mountain air is a little chilly but otherwise it’s crisp and refreshing.
It’d be perhaps more beautiful if it weren’t for the bodies laying about.
On each side of the obvious path through the forest there are corpses—kitsune corpses. Some have been downed with weapons, others with magic. The only constant is that they all have fluffy ears and tails, though even Kaden can’t find those features beautiful in death. He doesn’t seem to notice that this part of the memory involves an army retreating far in the distance—no, he chooses not to, because no running would have him catch up.
And if memory serves, this is right when the storm happened. These are the memories from right when he died.
He squats near a young kitsune man and sighs forlornly.]
So you didn’t escape, Youta? I’m sorry. You were really looking forward to the full moon celebration the most, weren’t you?
[What a bummer.]