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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; height: 220px; background: url(http://static.tumblr.com/93f62…tumblr_static_kitsune.jpg); background-position: center;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#000000; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; a: hover; font-family: felix titling; font-style: bold; font-size: 20px; color: white; letter-spacing: 20px; text-shadow: 2px 1px 2px #000000; width: 470px; height; 10px]ARU AKISE[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#090909; width: 470px; height; 10px; borderwidth=0px;]CURRENTLY IN: SUNCLAN - MEMBER - EXORCIST - DETECTIVE - ALBINO KITSUNE[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]The detective and exorcist had yet to do much within the clans he had decided to reside in, but that was mostly because he wasn't finding the motivation to nor did he specifically want to. He wasn't lazy, as he had plenty of other things to do (and besides, SunClan had a week's worth of festivities going on at the moment, there was no use adding onto it) which included his training in PhantomClan and he was just exhausted.


    Aru laid out across the warm sand on the beach, his twin tails twitching idly as the water reached for his paws before drawing back. The scent of salt assaulted his sensitive pink nose, but the young kitsune found comfort in watching the waves crash upon the shore. Oddly enough, it was soothing to him and reminded him of a friend who had long since passed. She had said she lived on a beach ... did she originally mean SunClan? Aru poked his lip out as he considered the possibility of that option before dismissing it, letting his long ears relax against his cranium as he bathed in the sun.


    ( Somewhat late?? Sorry I couldn't get it up yesterday! )
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#000000; width: 468px; height; 10px][sub][align=center][size=7pt]"The world is cruel, ugly, and pitiful." And so, I'll try to protect you.[/size]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px; width: 510px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9.5pt;]Tsukishima himself was exhausted as well. It was both physically any emotionally, now that his good friend Shi had made himself right at home in SunClan, he could never rest easy. Every corner he turned the male was somehow there. He was always threatening him and spitting in his face. Though, it looked like he only really ever came out to have "talks" with Tsukishima. It was never to interact, only to hurt. The blonde Lord was just about done with it all, but he knew he had to stay strong some way or another.


    He had to remember that Kuroo would be there for him, even if he hadn't seen the serval in a couple of weeks. Well, he hoped he would have his back. Tsukishima didn't notice Aru on the beach as he slowly and quietly made his way by, his ears pinned back and his glasses almost to the edge of his nose. There was bruising on the right side of his face, along his cheek and above his eye. It was Shi, again. And, it would always be Shi. Tsukishima felt hot tears roll down his cheeks as he inhaled deeply, wiping away the tears once he noticed he wasn't the only one on the beach.


    [ muse ugh ]