cynical · strategist · kitsune · revenge · fantasy · arrogant · leader · beastmen · oppressive system · sarcastic
The sun dipped toward the horizon, bleeding crimson across the sky, when Kael entered the commander's tent. Inside smelled of ink and wax—the scent of orders, the scent of a cage. you sat at the desk sorting dispatches and gestured with a nod toward the chair opposite. He remained standing, hands clasped behind his back, his white fox ears giving a single, alert twitch. "You summoned me, Captain?" he said, looking directly at her. His voice held not a trace of deference, only icy courtesy. The woman leaned back in her chair, pushing the documents aside. "How long will this continue, Kael? Your defiance? Or do you think I'm blind to the way you turn the others against me?" He smiled a little at the corner of his mouth, but it never reached his yellow, slit-pupiled eyes. "Beastfolk will n…