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12-23-2015, 08:14 PM
A creature spoke to him- one of the permanents as he liked to call them. They were them and he was just part of the others. The fox hissed on a hefty exhale when she spoke and turned his yellow eyes toward the winged equine. She was much larger than he and more than capable of crushing his very skull with a single hoof… but the fox only smiled.
“I won’t hurt you,” she’d said. It appeared to come from the depths of her soul, but her eyes were too hard for the fox to believe the sentiment. Or perhaps it was not evil he saw her eyes, for everyone was evil to him, but something else… The fox wanted, no, needed a closer look.
On a whim, the creature fell back onto his haunches and beckoned the mare forward. He tilted his ears toward her in a gesture of curiosity, but wondered if that old saying “curiosity killed the cat” was as accurate as everyone said. Only time would tell if the fox had mistook the mare for someone kinder, someone more apt to heal him of his wounds.
“But will you really?” the fox questioned doubtfully as he studied the equine’s posture and the way her wings hung so sullenly at her sides. He was no expert when it came to the permanents, but he’d watched them enough to know that this was some form of distress… or sadness. Did she pity him his woes? “I wasn’t always like this you know…” he stated proudly from between black lips. As if to further strengthen his cause, the fox turned his head upwards to look the mare directly in her electric, blue eyes.
He truly hadn’t always been like this.
@Cirrus
“I won’t hurt you,” she’d said. It appeared to come from the depths of her soul, but her eyes were too hard for the fox to believe the sentiment. Or perhaps it was not evil he saw her eyes, for everyone was evil to him, but something else… The fox wanted, no, needed a closer look.
On a whim, the creature fell back onto his haunches and beckoned the mare forward. He tilted his ears toward her in a gesture of curiosity, but wondered if that old saying “curiosity killed the cat” was as accurate as everyone said. Only time would tell if the fox had mistook the mare for someone kinder, someone more apt to heal him of his wounds.
“But will you really?” the fox questioned doubtfully as he studied the equine’s posture and the way her wings hung so sullenly at her sides. He was no expert when it came to the permanents, but he’d watched them enough to know that this was some form of distress… or sadness. Did she pity him his woes? “I wasn’t always like this you know…” he stated proudly from between black lips. As if to further strengthen his cause, the fox turned his head upwards to look the mare directly in her electric, blue eyes.
He truly hadn’t always been like this.
