The gentle waves of the calm ocean crashed against the warm sands of an island beach, the summer sun shining down from the clear blue skies above. A cool breeze passed through the air and a flock of seagulls took to the skies as an unusual figure stepped out from the treeline and onto the empty beach.
"Yeah, I took a wrong turn somewhere..." A strange, little creature which had stumbled onto the beach spoke to itself. Its voice sounded relatively young and lacked any kind of discernible accent. The creature, standing at only 3 foot 3 drifted its gaze from left to right. Only its right eye was visible and open, its left closed with a black bandanna over it and wrapping around its head, going behind its right ear. Its large right eye was a dull yellow, its pupil bright red. Its muzzle was covered in unkempt white fur like that of a fox, a small black nose just under its eyes. Its skin looked almost reptilian and was a bright shade of orange. Its head was domed and ended in a sharp tip at the back with three rows of fin-like spikes running along the top of its head with shaggy white fur running inbetween the rows and covering its fox-like ears above, and a little behind, its eyes. A trio of tails flowed behind the short orange beast, each one ending in a bone-white, glaive-esque tip with fin-like spikes surrounded by white fur running along the top-side of each one. On the outer sides of its lower legs, as well as the outer side of its left arm were large patchs of unkempt white fur. On each hand were four fingers and a thumb, though the creature's right arm was drastically different from its left, and as an extension the rest of its body. Its right arm had a demonic look to it, most of it covered in a crimson chitin-like armor and the exposed flesh, such as the underside of the forearm and palm of the hand, as well as the flame-like pattern that run up to its elbow, was glowing a spectral yellow. The rest of its body features could not be accurately made out as it was actually wearing clothes: a clear sign of sentiance and civility. On its feet were a pair of brown sneakers with grey knee-length shorts, kept in place by a black belt with a gold buckle, up above. Strapped to the left leg of the shorts was a red pouch, the straps a healthy shade of yellow. On its left hand was a fingerless brown leather glove. The creature also wore a black tank-top shirt, but with a zipper and a red area on the stomach region designating pockets, and over that a blue jacket. The jacket had short sleeves that got only to just above the elbows with a yellow fire symbol on the back and an upturned collar, along with two little straps on the shoulders and a brown shoulder holster attached to the jacket. Sheathed at the creature's side was a katana: its tsuba and hilt end golden, its hilt wrapped in white leather. The weapon's saya was black with platinum decals and a platinum kojiri. "Huh..." The creature folded his arms. "Well, at least I ended up somewhere nice." He muttered. The short orange creature's little black nose picked up an exceptionally nice smell, the smell of cooked and seasoned meat. "Guess I'll stay for a snack." He grinned, unfolding his arms and looking over to his left to see a small campfire with several large meat slabs roasting over it. They looked delicious and the fox-like creature's mouth was already watering.
It wasn't long afterwards that the little devil found himself chowing down on a well-cooked slab of meat on a bone not too far from the campfire, sat back in a deck chair with his sheathed katana resting up against his chair and his three tails hanging off the side. He sank his teeth into the roasted meat and tore an entire chunk off of the slab, proceeding to devour the chunk within seconds. It was some of the best meat he'd had in a while, he'd have to learn what kind of technique was used to make it so good. Just as he went to tear off another chunk with his teeth, he felt a particularly powerful energy and imposing presence looming over him. He looked over his right shoulder to see a lone woman looking down upon him. She stood at 5 foot 7 and her face was partially hidden in shadow because of the black cap on her head, which was torn at the back and appeared to merge with her wild and long black hair. Her crimson eyes glowed with power though and cut through the darkness covering the top half of her face. Her tattered, trenchcoat-length gakuran, the gold kanji on the back of her gakuran reading ikki tō'oku, flowed behind her in the breeze as she had her arms folded, her chest covered by a sarashi and her hands wrapped in the same bandages: like an open-hand fighter. Her baggy and tattered black pants were held up by a rope-belt and on her feet were a pair of tengu-geta, making her appear even taller.
"Yo. Nice weather, ain't it?" The orange creature spoke calmly to the imposing woman, completely unfazed as he took another bite out of the meat slab. The woman said nothing, instead staring at the meat in his hand as her eyes twitched. The penny dropped. "Ohh..." The creature looked back at the meat.
"Thieving little beast!" The woman went in with a right-handed downwards punch. The three tailed creature grabbed his sheathed katana and backflipped out of his chair in the blink of an eye, easily avoiding the attack. He landed behind the woman and skidded backwards to a halt, finishing off his meal and then chucking away the stripped bone.
"In my defence, in my defence... I get hungry often on my travels and it was just kind of out in the open... it was really nice, really excellent cooking."
"I don't know what you are, but I Daidouji will break you for the stealing of my prized meat." The woman clenched her left fist as she turned around. "Nobody takes my meat from me!" Daidouji snapped.
"Hello, I'm Ravage, I'm a kitsune. Nice to meet you..." The orange creature smiled. Ravage then immediately threw his katana aside, letting it spin through the air and then stick into the sand, as he threw his arms out to the side and bent his knees. "What's your power level?! Never mind, I already got it!" He grinned. "Aaaaarrrrggghhh!" An aura of flames and yellow bio-electricity engulfed Ravage as he powered up, his delighted grin revealing one of his fangs. The very ground began to tremble and quake as the kitsune powered up to match Daidouji.
"Humph." Daidouji folded her arms and watched Ravage power up.
"I'm now glad I got a little lost." Ravage's aura calmed and then faded away, the kitsune standing straight and cracking his knuckles. "Because the food alone was good enough to keep me happy, but a free fight thrown in as well..." His right eye's crimson pupil glowed with power. "You couldn't have been a better welcoming party."
"You speak big, but I only listen to one's fists" Daidouji ran her right index finger along the rim of her cap.
"Can I throw in my feet and tails?" Ravage inquired. "I've been in the mood for some good old brawls recently." He added. "Been sticking to my sword and such you see..."
"Shut up and fight!" Daidouji dashed forward. Ravage's face lit up like a christmas tree, this Daidouji woman was coming at him at full-speed with no hesitation. Pure blood knight, he could tell.
"I'm going to love every second of this." He dashed forward to meet Daidouji head-on. Their fists clashed and the collision of Ravage's demonic right arm's fist with Daidouji's own right fist sent out a massive concussive blast and created a small crater around the two: Ravage smiling and Daidouji frowning. This was going to be a really good time for little Ravage, a really good time.
