Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20171116200328/@comment-28439145-20171120050007

Masayoshi is annoying.

He runs and bites and squeals and laughs and plays and gets distracted way too much. I'm his teacher, and it's my duty to make sure he learns how to fight and the best techniques. Masayoshi would rather chase mice. It's unfair that I have two tails and he has 4. Tails, to our species, are important. The more tails, the more liked you will be by the members of your pack. Masayoshi doesn't deserve his four tails, yet everyone treats him like some sort of godlike figure. Why? I am by far more smart, disciplined, quick, and a better fighter. I don't understand the views of my packmates and that makes me doubt.

And I doubt more than just them.

I run through the grass and jump up high as my paw springs out to swat a bright blue butterfly. It falls, and for a brief moment I hold it in my paw. Then it flaps out and quickly zips away, fast as the wind.

I'm far ahead of my dumb mentor, Osamu, a fox who believes that I should waste my life learning. Who wants to learn when you can catch butterflies and chase rabbits? Osamu is foolish, unlike me. I understand the true value of the gift of life. I look behind myself and see a turquoise fox with a green cloth wrapped around their neck, looking at a small body wrapped in the grass. The body's face has blank, moonlike eyes. "Oh, hello!" I bark excitedly. The fox looks up at me, bewilderment and anger strewn across their features. "I've never seen you here before." I don't get a response.

"My name is Masayoshi!"