It had been many years since a single ounce of peace had been offered to anyone. Thousands of years ago, all hybrids were able to live equally. Dragon hybrids always ended up in positions of power, with their closest companions, the kitsune, beside them. Kitsune and dragon hybrids had always been meant to stay together, one wise and one strong.

Eventually through the years of great Japan, mortals came to destroy all that the old kingdoms had created. Hybrids were left alone, dragons were removed from their thrones, and kitsune were forced to flee due to a threat which said that any fox caught would have their tail stolen from them.

This way of thinking had lasted a long time, and kitsune were thought to go extinct. Kitsune were said to be incredibly rare of not impossible to find, very quickly becoming high signs of good luck.

Ren was the current dragon king of the Southside of the land, having been born with a strong mind. He grew up wanting to know where his kitsune went, his hatred for humans growing with each century. He wanted to at least find one of the foxes.

One day, his soldiers approached him with a fox in their arms, the creature refusing to revert to a human form. It caught Ren by surprise to see the possibility of a Kitsune, but he didn't want to seem too hopeful, having been disappointed many times.

"Let's hope that this is a real kitsune. And not just a fox." He muttered, the soldiers holding the animal exchanging glances.