Mariko was on a sort of patrol through the main tourist district in Thanatos's capital. For a few hours she had received no trouble; she greeted familiar faces and welcomed new ones with a beautiful smile, her mismatched blue and golden eyes somehow calming. The day was going well, and beginning to develop into a beautiful evening when Mariko's ears perked up at the sudden shriek of someone in distress. Hearing the language she only ever was able to speak around her family, who were all kitsunes, made her all the more protective and worried over the stranger. Her tails thrashed a bit as she turned on her heel sharply and began sprinting down the road in the direction of the shouting.
The beautiful, three-tailed woman skid to a stop at the alley entrance, where the tormentors had dragged the fellow kitsune. "What horrendous behavior," she stated bluntly, her voice surprisingly deep and mature for her height--of which was not at all aided by her thick-soled sandals. Using her right hand, she pulled one of her two katanas from it's sheath, holding the blade out toward the men and women groping the smaller girl. They froze. They, like the many others in Thanatos, knew the woman's face and knew well her family name. Before Mariko could take a step closer however, the group ran off. Without a second thought, the once menacing, intimidating kitsune ran to the nameless girl's aid, leaning over her with worry and almost motherly concern on her face.
"Are you alright? Can you stand?" she questioned softly, her sword sheathed and the hand that had been gripping the hilt now held out to help the girl to her feet.