[center] [h2] [color=ed145b] Hinako Kirishima [/color] [/h2] [/center] 

[@Rune_Alchemist]
[@Letter Bee]
[@Hammerman]

[color=ed145b]“G-great one? True form?” [/color] 

Hinako seemed puzzled by the statement by her poison-dragon companion at this time. What exactly did that mean? Within the confines of understanding of society as a collective, similar stories tended to pop up about similar entities such as the case of Hinako recognizing dragons as something “slightly different” than what Lily was. But the term “Great One” was not something that Hinako recognized in the slightest. 

Not only that, but Lily had used some strange comparison like a “Dragon to a mouse” to describe the Great One. Were they really that powerful? If so, how could one expect to control them? Even if she was some sort of monstrosity, it was the power of humanity that defeated the greatest of creatures from mythology. 

The human will, even if Hinako was not a human herself, was a powerful force. She had known of a few youkai who met their fates to humans hardly a thousandth of their strength. Humans were beings that could reach the moon, but their process was that of folding a paper hundreds of times. From weakness their strength is derived. 

Even if Hinako could not completely understand the scope of the claimed power that Lily had stated herself about the “beast” before her, at the very least Hinako did recognize there was some sort of illusion in the works regarding the individual’s appearance. Not due to any sort of evidence, but Hinako had also “tricked” others. After all, a Kitsune’s appearance was malleable to her desires. If she was able to fool others, who is to say that the girl, Bae, wasn’t fooling others? 

But Hnako’s fooling of others was not malicious in intent. Some hunters hide amongst their prey to lure them in a false sense of security, but that was not the reason Hinako chose to take a form resembling a human. In fact, it could be said that Hinako loved humans, their culture and their base weakness, so to take a form closer to could be considered a sign of love itself. There was no proof that Hinako held the other before her was malicious either.

The “Great One as she was called came over to the Kitsune and the Dragon with a light twirl and asked them for their names. 

[color=ed145b] “I-I’m Hinako. It is nice to meet you Bae, I think?” [/color] 

The fox didn't truly understand how to feel about the information that the sides were feeding her. Could Hinako truly dislike something based off of preconceived notions? Perhaps it was in the nature of these “great ones” to harm others before them, but could individuals change their own perspectives on certain situations? Would it be discriminatory to disregard the cute girl Bae in the same way a human might to a beast that had raided their crops? 

[color=ed145b] “Awawawa,” [/color]  Hinako choked out as the field of the auditorium seemed to contort themselves into some sort of battlefield. She was reminded of a time of great instability within the confines of her home country. The cannon might be king to the human, but in the world of Demis such notions of power and appearance were meaningless. Hinako looked like a highschool student, aside from her tails and ears, and she had once been a god prayed to by a sect. 

But that was when another strange individual had entered the mix. A boy who seemed mostly normal, aside from his rather short height that seemed even shorter than Lily, who Hinako already considered small and cute. 

[color=ed145b]“I, uhh, don’t think that threatening someone’s life is the best way to find yourself many friends,” [/color]  Hinako said to the strange boy who had intervened in a simple conflict. Perhaps humans were all the same. When there is a taste of something extraordinary, a war, they flock like a shark to the scent of blood. 

It was not that Hinako despised violence; she had given the blessings to those soldiers who had chosen to fight for their holy army in the past. For those who followed the will of the Emperor. But she still had the impression that while war was a glory, pointless conflicts were easily avoided through skillful diplomacy. She was neither a pacifist nor a war monger. A moderate, like most of the unsung masses tend to be. 

[color=ed145b]“I don’t really want to get into any spats. I cannot say that I believe peace is always the answer, but personally I care not for meaningless violence. There is pride in warfare, but not in trivialities. ” [/color]