These legendary and mythological nine-tailed foxes, a sign of calm and tranquillity, governed the tribes. Every nine-tailed fox has the capacity to shapeshift into any form, concealing its actual nature. Newer folks would talk of an unexplainable aura that’d occasionally encircle the atmosphere. They only appeared once per year, beneath a pink moon, and took on their actual appearance.
Thunderstorms rocked the kingdom as the ground trembled. Trees were removed, and the formerly clean air has become contaminated. The island was engulfed in a thick, eerie fog. Cries could be heard, and blood was spilled. Chaos reigned supreme. There was a continual war, and foxes and their pals began to plot and strive for power to govern the area. Nature, life, and everything else had been good to them until one day, when a single nine-tailed fox turned rogue. With one objective in mind: to sow division among the clans and cause devastation throughout Foxtopia. Peace was shattered. Nature, too, was agitated.