The moon dangled hypnotically within the nights swarthy sky. Illuminating the garden path as within it's windy stretch of dirt road a solitary entity did tread. His boots blemished with the influence of dirt being kicked up from his authoritative stride. His rugged face providing warmth against the embrace of winters nips. Frost decorated the dead trees and their barren branches. As but a single leaf rustled in the wind. Picturesquely the brown leaf would fall from on high and twirl it's way to moisten earth. Embellishing the scene with it's dried exterior. The sound of leaves being crushed under his feet would perturb the silence. It's clamor a welcomed change from those who have corroborated the silence wrought by lady winters gaze. This man, this entity was known as Kirk. And though his flesh seemed to be corporeal. He was anything but a man. For fathomless within his fleshly carapace reverberated the powerful chord of an ancient entity. A sonorous orchestra of power and tales of old lurked within his body. As if stagnating in a state of torpor; only to be awaken at the moment of his choosing. A moment which just recently transpired. A wryly grin enriched his face, as his cerulean eyes infiltrated the mightiness of darkness. There he would know placidity, under the condolence of a blighted oak tree. Peering down from the rolling hill he beheld a small settlement. It's lights scintillatingly serving as an aesthetical reminder of hope. That despite winter and the death it ushers toward the natural world. That beauty, hope and human will would linger. No doubt this settlement though appearing to be tranquil on the outside. Was the one suffering from inner turmoil. An unnatural disturbance germinated out and concieved by the greed of a few; yet dauntingly it's sovereignty barreled down on many. For within it's thatched walls Kirk could sense a corrosive yet potently baneful entity whose hunger for human souls knew no fringes. The sheer subtle power it emitted would elude most. However the Kitsune's acute senses and third eye brought it's true power into the light. And to say that it was potent would be quite the understatement. It's insidious intent proved to be nearly suffocating. A frigid wind would gust throughout the realm. As Kirk stepped backwards, melting away into the shadows themselves. With uncanny speed the kitsune would gracefully traverse the land, making his way within the towns walls. Upon entering the scene only one thing would greet him...silence. The entire town seemed frozen. The locals were immobile as if time stopped. A bone chilling scene which would haunt his dreams for sometime. "Frozen....empty vessels baited within a single moment. It seems the soul gobbler has had his fill. I do not have much time...I have to find it before the damage proves irreversible." Kirk ended, his fingers galloping through his blonde hair as he let out a delicate sigh. Feeling the oppressive adversity accredited to him.