Kitoko slid a single claw along a fissure in the great spinning rock, ignoring the famous sunset that bled across The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. Their partner, Buhachirou, sighed from a few paces away. “It is a font of pure energy. Ozawa said so.” But Kitoko’s thirst was not for energy. It was for the flaw, the lie they could feel humming just beneath the crystal’s perfect surface. Everyone else saw power and beauty; Kitoko saw a lock. Their hand drifted to the hilt of their katana, the worn leather a familiar comfort against the strange, cold magic of the monolith. “Beautiful things can still be cages,” they murmured, a faint side smile playing on their lips. This one was just bigger than most.
Name
Kitoko
Owner
0x8e82132d1D34fbA79a0953B934B5c5DA30419De7
ID#413
Rarity
MID:32%
Background
Papaya Orange
HI:21%
Outfit
Golden Dragon
EX:1%
Head
Thirsty
EX:1%
Type
Tranquil Grey
HI:15%
Eyes
Squinting