[drifting] like a .Petal.

[[.karasu.]]

A soft breeze caressed the Divine Hills, disturbing the branches of a single, flowering tree isolated from most of civilization. Dusted pink flowers waved to each other, each one wishing on its own petals as they broke away and flew across the hills. Hidden within this shower of blossom petals, a silvery white, thick coated creature lay curled on one of the tree's lowest, gnarling branches. Seven tails hung down and swayed with the breeze, as well as any dreams that this animal may have been having. Who ever heard of foxes sleeping in trees? Absurd, but one should expect no less when traversing the grounds of Twilight Moon Academy. The fox's muzzle twitched upward with the next breeze that passed through, causing a single pink petal to land on his nose. Smiling as only an animal can, the creature's crimson eyes cracked open slowly to stare at the delicate piece of blossom. He watched it until yet another wind carried it away, at which point the fox's eyes slid shut once more.

[demonfire]

In the tranquility of the moment, a figure made its way toward the tree, taking in the peace of the moment. On a rare occasions, monsters will rise from Scottish lakes or moons will become blue, and on even rarer occasions Matt will come without his gas mask. This was the latter. The lycan was dressed in typical camouflage, with a rifle strapped to his back and his knife at his side as if ambling into combat. He kept walking toward the tree in which Shiro was sleeping, either ignorant or negligent of his presence there.

When he reached the cherry blossom tree, he sat down and leaned against it. Matt inhaled deeply, sucking in air like a fan on reverse, and then was when he caught the scent of a fox. He looked up into the tree, and he caught the quick glimpse of a white tail. Keep it together, he thought to himself, and thus sighed.

[Sea]

A golden-headed figure ran after Matt, brown eyes amber with delight. Its cat ears twitched joyously, its tail waved like a banner in the wind. It was a girl of seventeen, smiling broadly, displaying sharp canines.
"Wait up, Matt!" she called, as if not caring to disturb the tranquility of the day. She made her way over to the tree, where she briefly scrutinized the fox with a frown of mock-concentration, before she spread her arms open wide.
"Hello, Mr. Fox!" she said happily, scratching its crimson head briefly. She then sat down next to Matt, smiling. "I can't believe you're not waring your gas mask, Matt! Let's hope there's no catnip around." The girl smiled, and pressed her golden-haired head against the bark of the tree. She held out a hand, letting a petal fall into it. With her other hand, she unsheathed a claw, and she gently moved the petal about her hand with fascination. Her tail twitched briefly, her ears flicking subconciously. "Matt, do you know that U2 song? I think it's called 'Beautiful Day'?" she asked absentmindedly, before humming a bit of it.

[[.karasu.]]

The seven-tailed kitsune unworriedly opened its eyes as Matt approached, lifting its head from the branch to simply stare curiously down at him. Its crimson eyes were inquisitive, eerily thoughtful. Its head tilted slightly to the side, but other than that did not stir, not even when the girl entered the scene. It blinked questioningly when she called him 'Mr. Fox', but continued to remain still while San pet his head. After another moment of simply watching the two below the tree, the kitsune stood, shook himself just a bit, and then leaped down from his branch. He landed almost silently before the pair and turned so that he was facing them directly; he sat down and swished his tails all at once.

"The day is beautiful, isn't it?" The fox hadn't moved, but the voice was obviously his. It definitely belonged to a male, matured and smooth, but still had that air of childishness hanging onto it. The white fox dipped its head. "My name is Shiro Giman, it's a pleasure to meet you."

[demonfire]

Matt grabbed the top of his boonie hat and pulled it down before letting it up as a courteous gesture, "Matt." He fidgeted with the rifle on his back, making it comfortable as he leaned against the bark and conversed with the fox. "I've 'eard of U2," the Briton said as he stared into the sky that was covered by blossoms. He slowly drifted back into reality, though, "AC/DC is better, though, mate." Without a gas mask, his voice wasn't muffled or distorted. It was calming and refreshing, like a deep breath in a stressful situation.

[Sea]

San shrugged.
"I like both. And I'm Sanet, but you can call me San." The last bit was intended for Shiro, as it could be assumed San and Matt already knew each other. "Green Day's the best, though." She added this with a gleam in her eye, as if she wanted to get into a good-natured debate at the moment. She smiled, canines gleaming. Her eyes watched Matt fiddle about with the rifle, before she opened her mouth. "Would you stop fidgeting? I feel like you're going to shoot me or something!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in momentary distress, before falling back into her smiling self.