Truly his charming colorful ways only served to interest Harribel. Reminding her almost of a certain Espada back home. She had always been someone who was supposed to be elegant, who was supposed to be poised and held to a certain standard. There was no room for such colorfulness in her position as the Tres. She was expected to have some filter, some ways of speaking in proper sounding ways. Even though Harribel was sure if she spoke as her Fox Companion did—–most of the Espada would find her even more terrifying. To hear such words leave her. Amusement lingered under her collared features at the idea.
“If that is true then you put on quite the guise, Fox. It is well put together.” She replies back with a tilt of her head. “I cannot even tell that you are actually an orb of many colors. You must allow me a peak at your true form then. I imagine it would be very pretty.” Harribel adds, with a small giggle leaving her. It was the first time she felt this relaxed another and the pair had only just met. Odd it was to feel this way. To walk casually beside another without having to rest her palm’s near the large blade on her back. To not feel threatened or at the very least like she would have to keep any of those below her in line.
“Then I suppose it is very nice to meet you, Kurama. You have quite a name. When spoken it carries a sense of weight with it—do you not agree?” Harribel ponders and then blinks as he pauses and turns to her. Taking in his words about her underlings as sea green hues would lower for a moment, peering down at her black heeled shoes. Kicking at a small pebble in their path way absently. “No. I cannot give-up on them entirely. I am all they have, after all. I rescued them before we—we were gifted with this form, they were always beside me. For centuries I took care of them. And together we grew strong.” She admits. “I will go back to them, as I always have. They know I would…..I would never truly abandon them. They know I see them as my children, and I their Mother.”
A laugh would escape her at the feel of hi tail poking her cheek. Such soft fur would only serve to tickle her, sea green hues blinking up at him. “It feels odd, to be poked by your tails. As if I am being brushed with a feather.” Harribel states. “Well I am told that it is supposed to resemble that of a sea creature called a Shark. That the teeth and jawbone are shaped similar. I have yet to see an actual shark for comparison.” Shoulders would only shrug. “I suppose to you it would not be so.”
“I normally kill those who would delay my path to any such place.” Harribel replies. “So this is a new change of peace I admit. But I do look forward to exploring more of this—-Village with you, as it were. I am use to nothing but desolate landscapes. It is nice to see things like trees, like blue skies and a warm sun. I envy how the human world always looks so alive and well.”
Ever since he was created, he had an aggressive temperament. His father created him to wash away the darkest parts of humanity, to tend to the poison in the shadows and eradicate what would only cause hell. Yet his anger was truly ignited in the semi-peaceful fox when those very humans decided to try to capture and use what they could not understand or even fathom. From then on, his rage ruled and his violent nature became the dominate part of his personality. That is.. Until his stupid boy was the one to take him on. He loathed him at first, as he had all Jinchuriki whom dared to imprison himself and his brothers, but eventually he caved beneath that bright ball of sunshine that threatened to warm his stone calloused heart.
A smirk turned ebony lips as those red hues flicked to her,”I don’ think y’d find me so pretty if y’ saw how I actually look. Y’er about th’ size ‘f my pupil at its smallest sliver an’ only a fraction of its height.” A monstrosity is what he was, and that would never change no matter what form he took on as a chakra construct. “Bein’ a bright ball ‘f colours an’ shiftin’ iridescent hues would be ‘ne helluva sight though. M’ stupid boy would probably piss ‘imself laughin’.” He could imagine the look on his face if that ever happened, and given the nature of his corporeal form, he imagined he could probably do so. Though the shifting colours of the chakra would be harder to pull off than the shape. Her mention of the weight of his name earned a twitch in his ears as he retrieved his pipe from his sleeve and pushed it into sharp enamel.
He took a moment to light it, the smell of fresh herbs and spices twisted in with tobacco a calming scent to the fox’s sensitive nose. “Y’ really have no idea who I am,” a statement, it was something he hadn’t heard of in thousands of years. He’d always been a whisper, something passed along to warn children or a being of worship. “M’ name has a power all its own. Y’ even mention it ‘round an adult an’ they look over their shoulder f’er me. Only children ‘f th’ new generation can speak it without their spine coilin’ up.” A click of his tongue and he took another drawl off his pipe in quiet wonder. It’d been so long since someone truly had no idea who he was and had no reason to fear the fox that he wasn’t sure how to proceed on that matter.
“Then bring ‘em ‘ere. Th’ Hidden Leaf ain’t a village that usually takes in jus’ anyone, but we don’ turn anyone away if they’re truly unaffiliated with rogue forces ‘r trouble. Y’ don’ wanna abandon ‘em, but y’ know y’ can’t leave ‘em there too. So th’ solution is simple, y’ bring ‘em somewhere they’re safe. Th’ only thing required ‘f y’ is t’ never bring harm t’ anyone here an’ t’ go through certification channels if y’ wanna do any fightin’. Otherwise, live as a normal human an’ prosper as y’ like.” He rolled his broad shoulders in a shrug. “People over complicate things. Its as simple as that.” Time and time again he watched humans take the most complicated path when the solution was already laid out in front of them. Though she clearly wasn’t human, that didn’t mean she couldn’t settle in one place or get away from that shit tart of a Lord she apparently had.
The comment on his tail earned a chuckle as he got a rather sly idea, he was a fox after all. “Well I got eight more so up y’ go,” he didn’t hesitate even a fraction to sweep the smaller woman up off her feet and into the coils of his tail. The fluffy limbs shifted and curved into something like a chair as he continued to walk, not even seeming to mind having her there in the slightest. “Its easier t’ walk int’a th’ village if y’ don’ stand out. Even if y’ think they can’t see ya, most Shinobi probably can an’ they’re ninety percent of th’ population here. An’ they never look directly at me, so they’ll jus’ overlook y’. Jus’ until I tell th’ kid y’er here, anyways.” A logical reasoning, but really he was just looking to be mischievous. The fox always did like to play a little concerning those whose company he enjoyed. It was simply a rite of passage to get toyed with by him if he liked you.
“Well killin’ this body wouldn’ do y’ any good anyways. S’just a construct t’ let me walk around. Sounds like th’ Land of Sand. Nothin’ much t’ see but its home t’ someone,” he particularly liked Gaara, but his brother whom the boy possessed as a tailed beast was a pain in his tails. “Its a small village, but there’s a lot t’ see. First I’ll have t’ tell th’ kid y’er here an’ y’er not a covert spy an’ that I’ll vouch f’er y’. Then y’ can look around all y’ want.” He paused for a moment, eyes shifting downwards towards one of his foxling companions before he passed the message along and sent it away. “Th’ fox’ll tell ‘im. We’ll be in th’ village in a little bit so that should be enough time.”
