Pyros wasn't always a home to only dragons, no it used to thrive with all kinds of life, before they came a strong kingdom controlled the planet and the dragons, the royal family far stronger than any of the dragons of the wilderness but not even they could stop them when they came.

The ancestrals, they destroyed all forms of civilisation on that planet in their search for power, to gain the power of the royal family of the fox before searching to claim the Dragon Fire.

Within the royal chambers the castle was closing in on itself, rubble and debris falling everywhere, the army had fallen, the citizens were in terror, the king was confronting the ancestrals alone while his wife took their child to safety.

A large fox with six beautiful tails, her fur orange with blonde tips, within her maw was her daughter, a five year old kit with a single tail, her fur matching her mothers, she ran with all the speed she had, heading to the teleporter, she reached it easily.

She dropped her kit onto a metallic circle, took on human form and began typing in co-ordinates.

'I'll send her somewhere safe…the last place anyone will think to look' the mother thought to herself, at the far end of the room the double doors were blown off its hinges, she glanced back to see the dark wizard, the one she had come to know as Valtor entering the room with his usual Victorian style clothing and his cunning smirk, oh how she would love to wipe it from his face.

"Hand her over and you will be spared" Valtor spat, his voice dripping with venom, she knew what he wanted, her daughter, Bloom had come into her powers a little over a year ago and at this time could be removed from her with a powerful enough spell, the major problem was she wouldn't survive it, it would take her life and give the enemy the power of the Nine Tailed Fox, one of the most powerful beings of the magical dimension, on par with the Dragons and Phoenix' all rare and powerful.

"Never" she spat, slamming her fist on the final button.

"NO!" Valtor yelled as he charged at them, Bloom was consumed in a bright light, once it faded the Kit was gone, the mother scrambled the computer's memory so she couldn't be followed, that was the last thing she managed before Valtor bestowed his wrath upon her.

That was the final day of the Nine Tailed kingdom, the heir to the royal lineage lost, the kingdom decimated, it's people lost and all signs of civilisation crumbled into ruins as was the fate of their next target Domino, the only difference was some of it survived and the Ancestrals and Valtor were stopped their, permanently.

11 Years Later…

Bloom slowly opened her eyes, she glanced round her surrounding environment, she was atop a branch in a park within a small town known as Gardenia, concealed by the leaves and branches, she glanced down to see the usual setting of the early morning.

Dog walkers walking their dogs, the odd squirrel or rabbit scurrying along and last but no means least the duo from social services assigned to take her in, Bloom grew a small smirk.

"Don't they ever learn?" Bloom chuckled, she dropped from the tree to the floor, not a sound made by her landing, she crouched behind the trunk and observed them, one was a man, tall and thanks to Bloom, looked like he kept fit, broad and thin, he wore a black suit had brown hair and blue eyes. The other a woman who much like her colleague wore a black suit, she wore black heels, Bloom couldn't believe she still wore those and square framed, black, glasses, she had an impressive figure, had raven hear and brown eyes.

Bloom placed two fingers in her mouth and whistled, the high pitch sound caught their attention with ease, and they span to face her, expressions hardening.

"Bloom we're only trying to help you" the man called, beginning to approach her.

"Not interested" Bloom replied, spinning on her heel and running off in the opposite direction, the social workers quickly ran after her like they did every morning, Bloom was quickly out of the park and leading the duo through the streets, leading them into the market.

A plump man at a stall selling bread glanced up when he heard the sound of feet pounding against the path, turning to the source and smiled when he saw who it was.

"Yo Bloom heads up" he called, tossing a bread single roll; Bloom caught it without even slowing down.

"Thanks John" Bloom called back.

"Anytime" John responded, fighting back his laughter when he saw 'the suits' chasing her, his favourite show, the reason he opened up so early, Bloom began taking bites of the bread as she continued to lead the social workers through town, getting the odd piece of food as she passed stalls.

"Will she ever get tired of this?" the woman gasped out, beginning to breath heavily.

"Doubt it, she's had us and the others do this every day for the last decade" her colleague replied, his exhaustion been more than obvious by the deeper breaths and sweating.

"Yeah…but how the hell did the first two fail to catch a six year old girl?" she gasped out.

"The same reason we can't catch a teenage girl who can't even have a proper diet with her lifestyle" he responded, noticing their paces beginning to slow whereas Bloom was still going strong.

"I'm beginning to really hate that girl Matt" she sighed before slowing to a stop, arching over, hands on knees, heavily panting.

"I know Diane, the last team started a petition to allow tranquilizer darts to be used when going after these kids" Matt responded.

"Well…when I get back…I'm signing it" Diane breathed out.

Later…

Bloom returned to the park having had her morning exercise and breakfast, planning on relaxing for a little before going out to pickpocket some tourist to afford lunch only what she found wasn't the relaxing scene she had been expecting, neither was the smell.

The minute she entered the park she was greeted by the stench of heavy body odour, even in her weaker human form and it definitely wasn't human and so she followed her nose, deep within the park to a clearing where she found a blonde girl stumbling back away from an ogre.

Fact File: Ogres, known for their strength, aggressive behaviour and body odour, when it comes to physical fights few can stand up to their strength but their intelligence is low thus they are easy to trick and escape and even lure into the most obvious of traps, however, due to its strength Ogres are C class monsters, Champion monster, one above average monsters.

Bloom felt her anger began to rise, she let out a low feral growl, her eyes glowing a bright orange, her blunt teeth becoming fangs, nails becoming claws as her instincts began to take affect at finding invaders to her territory, one of which more than obviously meant harm and was a threat.

Her human form began to mutate and shift until were once stood a teenage girl now stood an adolescent fox with three tails, a little larger than an average fox, baring her fangs, growling threateningly, preparing to pounce.

The blonde froze glancing behind her to see in the shadows a pair of glowing eyes and wasn't the only one to notice the eyes.

"Huh? Who's there?" the ogre called in a tone of anger.

'Shit at this rate I'll be forced to expose myself' Stella thought to herself, the most absolute law was that creatures like her remain secret to humans, to not expose themselves those who had in the past were either slain by humans or by the high council.

Bloom emerged from the shadows, exposing herself, Stella's eyes widened at seeing such a rare monster, a Nine Tails.

Fact File: The Nine Tails, a creature once mistaken for a god due to its power, its main element is fire and they are gifted shape shifters, their tails indicate how powerful they are, the maximum number been nine, a D class, Deity monster, known to be very territorial and not something you want to engage in a fight with.

'Shit, shit, shit…don't tell me this is her turf' Stella thought, her mental tone frantic, she backed to the side, away from both the Ogre and the Fox, the fact the Nine Tails only had three actual tails was a relief to Stella since it meant she was weaker and still developing her powers but even a three tailed fox was something to be never taken lightly.

The Ogre flinched a little at seeing his new foe, but there was no way he'd return to his mistresses without what they desired.

"I don't want to fight you only the girl" the Ogre said in rough tone, Bloom merely growled in response, she began to glow orange, fire beginning to appear between the cracks of her fangs, she lifted back her head before blasting a fire ball at the Ogre, who tried to dodge to the side only to be hit in the ribs, sent flying to the ground and skidding.

Bloom began to approach him, her feral nature getting stronger, her desire to protect her territory nearing its peak, the point where she'd be willing to kill, the Ogre made eye contact and saw he was dealing with an animal at the moment, the civilised mind of the being not remotely present and so he decided to deal with it the way all ogres dealt with these problems.

The Ogre charged at Bloom, swinging his fist, she leapt of over him, landing gracefully on the other side, the Ogre began to turn and the last thing he saw was Bloom pouncing, leaping and encasing his neck within her draw before closing on it full force, his head went flying off his body, the body landed on the ground with a thud and instantly melted into a clear liquid, absorbed by the grass below, just like a vampire when it dies it is dust, an ogre it dies it melts a curse on all beings so no human can learn of them through a corpse.

Bloom turned to Stella, who had her arms raised showing she meant no harm, Bloom continued to look at her, ready for any movement.

"Don't worry…I would never want to harm you…I'm only here because someone hacked my teleportation spell, I didn't know this was your territory and I have no desire to be in it" Stella said rather quickly, Bloom could smell her fear, hear her heartbeat and knew what she said was the truth and so reverted back to human form.

"Good to know, I'm Bloom" Bloom greeted, Stella nearly face faulted at hearing the cheerful greeting, Bloom wiped the remains of blood from her face.

"S…Stella" Stella greeted, a slight stutter in her voice.

A/N This is my first attempt at anything with humour, I am open to suggestions, plz review, I will continue this fic if you review, I wasn't sure about this fic when I was planning it so it's bordering between life and death right now.