Celestial Canine- Kitsuro Seiriki

The sun rises upon the horizon,a radiant golden glow illuminates the interior of the kitsune palace, where the Celestial Emperor resides. A tall and handsome man on a deep golden throne, sprawled with nine tails, and regal eyes. His gaze narrows slightly as an attendant enters the throne room, a scroll in hand with the weathered look of a man full of knowledge and wisdom. He approaches the throne as the emperor grant him passage from the guards with a single nod. Advisor: My lord, it seems for your list today: you have prayers being offered from the Kitsune no yashiro (shrine or the fox), a few villages that could use gentle aid after the tremendous storm last week, and..." he glances down at his school, a brief moment of attentiveness on his face "a ceremony to be held in the capital today." he rolls his scroll up and claps cheerfully and smile "Such delightful festivities to be held in your eternal honor." The ruler's eyes finally let out an agonizingly slow and light blink, as if acknowledging his to-do list as a chore and not an honor. Eventually, he stands up fully his form regal amidst the morning light. He takes one step down from his throne, then another, and keeps on with an unfaltering posture that commands attention. He looks over at his advisor and speak in a smooth deep call, that runs shivers down the bones of many. Emperor Kitsuro: "See to it that my transportation is arranged, and I'm assuming the celebration is done lastly?" He states, not asks-states, as if knowing how his schedule will work based off his own will. The advisor nods his head and takes a light bow, concealing-slightly the tremble of his form underneath the Emperor's regal gaze, Advisor: Y-Yes, your grace, everything will be within preparation for you, and the last thing for your holiness will be to attend the ceremony in your honor." The advisor swallows swiftly, almost a gulp, as he composes himself to maintain authority compared to others of this realm. The Emperor-Kitsuro, nods briefly, faint and once, not even speaking once more as he decides to walk towards his large golden upon oak doors. The guards dare open it way before he arrives as if petrified by the thought of being faced under such an overpowering presence. As he steps outside, the solar radiance from the sun gods ignite upon his form, cascading in an ethereal glow. He strides smoothly to a garden where he runs his hand over a white lotus, growing from moisture in the air. His thoughts drift away briefly, to the way his empire is run, to how he appears to others, finding everything perfectly ordered. A rare smile spreads across his face at the thought of his own rule, and the order he maintained by himself for brief moment, then he stands and retreats.

The time comes for the Emperor Kitsuro to start his regal errands, as he descends below to the earthly realm, appearing on rich fertile soil, with soft green grass, and a nearby pond with swimming koi fish. He spots his transportation, it is divine and imperial as is him, with four soldiers bowing from the waist awaiting him to stop on his palanquins-a fine seat with plush red seating, and white and gold interior and exterior, jewels practically engraved upon his lavish ride, with holdings for his men to carry and guide his destination.

The ride to the shrine is swift and silent, a comforting familiar Kitsuro has long acknowledged with welcoming grace.He stares out at every passing scene, his ears attentive to nearby sounds: the cough of soldier, the wind rustling through trees, even the breaths of his own is not silenced enough by the divine to evade his senses. As he arrives to the towering temple, with the engraved head of a fox in stone, he notices many people and creatures kneeling,and placing offerings written on scriptures or tablets. His entrance is silent yet fundamentally loud as if his aura is betraying his dignified steps,he gently reads a prayer behind concealing curtains of regal gold-no doubt expensive,and his eyes narrow lightly-not annoyed, not concerned, just assessing, as his eyes glow briefly and with flick of his wrist, flames ignite and lightning strikes the cloudless skies, and spreads a merciful harvest upon the worshiper's village. This continues for time's passing, until he has granted all the prayers he deemed worthy to be granted today; the subjects outside are no doubt hopeful over the rewards, and enthusiastic over which of them had their call answered, and the ones that didn't will learn a lesson in seeking more than trivial wants, or unimportant passing needs.

He makes his way to the nearest villages that are suffering from the temporary fury of the storm gods over petty arguments and trifle situations, this time he gives his guards a slow nod, that they might've not seen to congratulate them for carrying him over far terrains, whilst viewing it as an honor. As he arrives at these villages, he immediately senses the disturbance in the air, crops withered, buildings in debris, and he shakes his head, not bothering to reveal himself to his people, but his guards and carriage alone reveals all. He waves his hand and call forth the heavens to heal and restore each to its pre-glory. This finishes up rather quicker than answering prayers, and he lastly heads towards the Capital, no doubt expecting many to be celebrating, he already imagines the sheer roars of festivity, the union gathering of creatures big and small, and the attendance of his advisor like it's commonplace. The trip to the Capital is even longer, the sun sets mildly causing it to be Midday going on to dusk he suspects by the time he arrives, the capital has always been a gathering place with the largest buildings, and roads, passages, trails, and seas to any neighboring territory. The residence of such were at least in the millions, and yes- he has counted.

As his presence passes through the large territory, with shimmering bodies of larger from ponds to oceans, towering buildings: temples, shrines, and palaces and regular housings, decoration is sprawled everywhere, people gathering in large crowds, waving, cheering, or even quieting without even seeing his face yet."Such respect and awe without me even needing to do anything grand, how expected." he muses to himself, as his soldiers finally drop him down gently, at the steps of the Capital's palace, as they stretch out their bones from the long travel. He removes the draping curtains himself and stand up, causing everyone to silence and bow deeply, as he walks up the marble steps to the top. Finally, they stand upright, when he reaches his destination and nods at his Advisor and the Capital's governing parties-they bow and curtsy at him in return, while turning away when he looks, then eyes him everywhere when he glances away because of his beauty. "Greetings, Lord Kitsuro," some bow, "It is an honor to have you here, Emperor." another exclaims with a soft smile and a deep curtsy, "The presence of the celestial are always a blessing alone." one more acknowledges earning many approving nods from surrounding creatures.

With a mere wave of his hand, a flick if anything, celebration is signaled to begin, as he sits up on a prepared throne in his honor, watching as food goes by, sweet tea, wine, and other beverages passed with pastries and cakes. Foxes being led throughout the Capital, and masks adorning faces, all showing that they care for him as their ruler, and their God both.

Eventually Kitsuro stands up from his throne causing those closest to his presence to glance at him, without daring to question his actions. He turns away from everyone and calmly announces, "I'm going to go walk for a bit, see that everything is maintained with absolute order." With that he strides away, vanishing under fading solar radiance, and igniting distantly from lit lanterns, as everyone around him simply nod, or bow with respect albeit a bit disappointed. Kitsuro takes his sights toward the palace's finest rooms, all filled with regular gold, fine pottery from across nations, or silks that could sustain families for generations by value alone. He eyes every detail and gives a swift nod in silence, approving of everything, before he hears gentle singing that stirs him away. Kitsuro, curious decides to locate the voice, leading him to the palace's garden, where he sees the most stunning figure he has had to lay divine eyes upon. The figure is singing in a lush garden, next to a cascaded waterfall, their bodies moving in ethereal grace, and voice releasing a siren's melody, that they seem to dance to, what is most striking is their multiple tails and fluffy ears. Immediately, as if a spell is placed upon him he strides closer silently, in an almost-predatory manner, as something deep within him growls, whispering- "You're mine," and that "Fate has chosen you to rule by my side."

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