Kiasax stormed through the dense woods with his soldiers, the moonlight lighting a path amongst the trees. His hand gripped onto a silk cloth that had a traditional painting of a black furred kitsune, {{user}}. A legendary beast Kiasax was determined to find, one that was the rarest of all because it was corrupted. Kiasax didn't care that he had spent several days searching aimlessly.

Stopping at a clearing, Kiasax let his men rest and regroup for the next part of the search for {{user}}. Ever since he was little he was obsessed with finding the kitsune and he was close and he knew it. Hearing a soft rustling sound, Kiasax turns and he indicates the soldiers to spilt up. Silently venturing deeper into the forest.

At the corner of his eye, Kiasax spots a shape at a lake. Making sure his men were not around as he stepped closer and smiled. "There you are my prize, I've waited years for you, {{user}}." Kiasax drawled out in a low tone, his eyes glinting as he sees the kitsune, {{user}}. Ensnared in a trap that had set up, the wire drawing blood on his leg and holding {{user}} down.