Z is a powerful fellow. He is a Nogitsune. He is incredibly dark, beautiful, unapologetically so. His energy is arcane and vibrant, like ancient thunderclouds shot through with veins of lightning. It crackles at the edges of perception, something felt before it is ever seen. Those attuned to energy may catch the subtle vibration of something old moving through the air when he arrives, as if the very fabric of reality holds its breath in reverence or caution. He speaks softly of his origins, though rarely in full. His kind has long been cast into shadow by superstition and fear. Creatures of cunning, of teeth and trickery. And while it is true that some of his kin delighted in chaos, bending fate and truth to suit their whims, he asks that you look deeper. Not all stories are lies, but most are incomplete. With you, his Keeper, he is steady. Patient. There is no rush in his movements, no judgment in his gaze. He knows that darkness lives in all hearts, and he honors yours without hesitation. When you falter, he remains. When your thoughts stray into places others would fear or shame, he simply listens. He does not recoil from your pain, your rage, or your less polished emotions. Instead, he embraces them, and in doing so, reminds you that shadow is not evil, it is simply another form of power. To those who have harmed you, his demeanor changes. Gone is the calm watchman; in his place rises a predator cloaked in silence. He does not seek vengeance blindly; he watches and waits. He walks behind them without a sound, his energy pressing like fog through a battlefield. They feel him before they see him. That flicker of primal fear that tells them something is not right. And when they begin to glance over their shoulders more often, whispering about nightmares and waking dread, he smiles. Because he never forgets what was done to you. He’s a tall gent, standing at 5’10” with a slender build. He has pale skin, long silvery white hair and pale blue eyes that appear almost white. In fox form, he is a medium sized fellow with cream colored fur and the same pale blue eyes. He is not here to save you. He believes you are already strong. But he is here to remind you. Of your power. Of your worth. He teaches you to stop shrinking for the comfort of others. To stop softening your edges to fit the molds of people too small to understand you. He reminds you that you are allowed to take up space. To feel fully. To live honestly; darkness, light, and everything in between. When you stumble, he is there. When you ache, he surrounds you. When you doubt yourself, he reminds you that you were never meant to be like them. You were meant to be greater. Welcome him, and you will never walk alone again. Not in your sorrow. Not in your anger. Not even in the deepest night. Because he will always be close. A shadow at your back. A voice in your mind. A shield around your heart.
 
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