After putting on the watch that Sean had given me, both of us left my room, heading for the orphanage exit. "Yo, look, a furry-ass!" I heard someone call. I sighed and turned to look, seeing my lifelong bully, Joe Hernandez, striding toward me.

"You sick of making little kids do your homework, Joe?" I asked.

"Shut up, Furry!" He snapped. He eyed my fox tails and ears, and smirked. "Looks like someone is now a creature. Looking forward to getting it up the ass, faggot?"

My eyes flashed angrily, and I could feel my tails rising in defiance. "What did you just call me?" I asked, dangerously calm.

"I called you a faggot, because that's what you are," Joe taunted me.

Sean, who had been standing next to me this whole time, suddenly growled, a deep, dangerous sound.

"Ooooh, the pup is getting angry," Joe and his friends laughed.

Sean had gotten his Inheritance two months before me, and he'd become a Lycanthrope. I put my hand on his shoulder and shook my head as he started to bare his teeth and clench his fists shut. "They aren't worth it, Sean. Just a bunch of leeches," I spat.

Joe suddenly flashed in front of me, his fist coming out to pull at my shirt. "You'd better shut your mouth, Furry, before I shut it for you." Then, suddenly, he had let go of me, and was on the ground, crying out.

"What the hell? The fuck is wrong with you, Furry?!" Joe exclaimed, holding his nose. Apparently, I had punched him, and from the blood that was dripping out of it and the awkward way he was holding his nose, I had broken it. I hadn't even known I was moving.

Sean pulled at me, "Come on, Morgan, let's go. I cast one last, dark look at Joe before following Sean out the orphanage doors.

We rode our bikes, which we had gotten for free from the Salvation Army when they came to visit the orphanage, to the library. It wasn't far, just five blocks down from the orphanage. We came to a halt outside the library and chained up our bikes before going inside.

We made it to a computer and started looking up information about Kitsune. Apparently there were thirteen different types of Kitsune, all with their own individual powers.

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"I'll bet you're an Ongaku, you love music and singing, dude!" Sean said as we read through the different types of Kitsune. Apparently, all Kitsune could control fire, and had psychic abilities. They were also extremely fast and smart.

"What does having white and blue tail mean?" I wondered aloud as I searched it up. What I found shocked me to the core.

"A Kitsune with white or blue on its tail is exceedingly rare, rarer than normal Kitsune. They are known as Submissive Kitsune, and need mates in order to control their powers, which are more potent than most other Kitsune. Kitsune with white or blue tails start off with two or three tails, depending on how powerful they will become. All other tails must be earned just like with other Kitsune," I read. I sat back. I was a Submissive Kitsune? I needed mates to control my powers?

"Woah. You'll have to have... mates? As crude as he put it, was Joe really right?" Sean wondered.

"Excuse me, gentlemen," a regal voice suddenly interrupted us. We turned to see a powerful, aged Kitsune with nine glowing red tails behind us.

"Holy shit, it's an actual Kitsune!" Sean breathed. Then he sent me an awkward glance. "Not that, erm, you're not a real Kitsune, it's just..."

"No, I know what you mean," I assured him. I turned back to the aged Kitsune. "Can I help you, sir?"

"I couldn't help but notice your white and blue tails," he said. "If you'll allow me; my name is Don Blonsky, but I am known in the Kitsune community as Elder Don. I am one of the leaders of the Kitsune population."

I blinked. "Nice to meet you, Elder Don," I said, sticking out my hand to be shaken. Smiling, Elder Don took my hand and shook it gently.

"Now, by the way you two have been looking up Kitsune on the internet, I suppose you don't know much about our culture, or indeed Submissive and Dominant Kitsune?"

"Um, no..." I said awkwardly, looking down. "My parents died when I was young, they were magic-users. I don't know anything about the rest of my family, so I don't know where the Kitsune gene came from."

"Oh, Kitsune aren't born from genes. Kitsune are gifted their tails by Inari Okami, our God," Elder Don said. My eyebrows rose. Not many people believed in gods anymore. "In any case, what's most important for you to know right now is that you must be protected from other Dominant Kitsune, lest they try to take your mateship by force."

"They'll try to rape me?!" I burst out, eyes wide. Elder Don looked sorrowful.

"Dominant Kitsune, unless they are already mated, have a tendency to be wild and arrogant. They believe they can take what they want, when they want, because of their powers," Elder Don said.

I shook my head. "Well what am I supposed to do? I don't have a family to protect me," I said.

"I'll protect you, Morgan!" Sean said bravely, but Elder Don shook his head.

"No, while I am sure that you would do an admirable job protecting your friend, I'm afraid that he must come to the Kitsune Caverns to be protected until his first Conference, when he chooses his first mate."

"Can I at least come with to help protect him?" Sean asked. Elder Don gave it a moment's thought before nodding.

"Yes, the more protection he has, the better. Now, come, let us gather your things at the orphanage before we go to the Caverns."