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His father always said 'he’d been able to tell about people' and that was way before his Nogitsune memory dump. And no, he wasn't telling anyone about that one.
That said, it wasn't that difficult to work out that the person stood in front of him was ancient, probably beyond ancient. In fact, Scott could probably work that out and given that even with his added wolfy bits, Scott couldn't recognise another wolf when it was stood in front of him. It said quite a bit about whatever this Being was.
The Being, and he knew better to call it human for all that it looked like one, was a good head and a bit taller than him with black hair, the kind that looked like water on a dark night, skin so pale that it would probably glow in moon light and the kind of eyes that could look into your soul.
And the fact that the Nogitsune's memories seemed to falter and fade to grey as to what was stood in front of him wasn't in the least bit worrying. And yes, he was being a little sarcastic even if it was only to himself.
"Clever little Spark."
The hiss in that voice was something that reminded him of his unwanted guest, really not something he wanted to be reminded of thank you very much, even if the memories that had stayed with him were useful at times.
"Not the first time someone has called me that recently." His curiosity getting the better of him, as always.
"And not a word to the Council. Naughty little druid."
Having had his guest, he could hear the amusement in that voice, which had him shivering and then some, and there was the feeling of the Being looking right through him, digging through everything that he was and possible everything he might become.
"It seems that Katashi might have taught you more than you know. Kitsunes aren’t eternal, but the void is and always will be and such we find that we owe you a debt. All children are precious."
He felt himself twitch at being called a child, but if there was one thing he knew, it was that you didn't back chat something that might have been around since the world was first created. Not even he was that stupid.
The echo that the Being's voice had taken on, seemed to carry the voices of many. Each one of them raising the hairs on the back of him neck, like nails down a chalkboard, for all the silk wrapped shame that he could feel in them.
"The druid denies you your training and your birth right, by saying nothing. We would pay the debt by showing you what you could be. By guiding people here to train you."
While a small part of him buried at the back of his mind was jumping up and down at the idea of this training, without even considering the cost. Most of him knew what it was like to be held hostage in ones own body though so not something he'd wish on anyone.
"Guide how?"
He could feel the pleasure that brushed over his skin at that question, the relief that he hadn't been corrupted by being a host.
"Don't worry, little Spark, many were asked and only a few said yes. Training cannot be given without consent of both the student and teacher. The first is already here, has been with you since that child was bitten. He will teach you the histories and the law in so doing make reparation for the grief he has caused. The next is also here, foxes really are somewhat pretty after all.”
And with that, the Being seemed to just fade away with it's amusement still hanging in the air as he returned to his sleeping body just as Peter snuck in his bedroom window waking him, drawing him from his sleep with a shudder usually only reserved for the worst nightmares.
This was either going to be very good or very bad.