Two kitsune siblings are busy doing something mischievous.
The cave walls are aglow with the light cast from a fire, which it appears the black male has lit, with his magic, once the scene becomes clear. However, the white sister, crackling with electricity, is by far the more noticeable of the two, sitting in front of the fire, between the entrance of the cavern, and the roaring flames. Her eyes, a bright, surreal blue, are locked on something overhead, which is not quite definable, in the poor light.
Trailing with embers, the dark kit bounds about their fire, his orange eyes locked on that same something above as he prowls.
Get it! he growls in magic-fox tongue, frustrated that the reach of their fire has done little to disturb their prey above. Only someone with a kitsune companion could hope to understand what he was saying, his noises sounding like just that, noises, to those who didn’t speak kitsune. Why can’t you hit it, Na’aila?
An arcing bolt of lightning leaps up towards the caverns ceiling, crackling with bright light against the instantaneously charred stone. Illuminated in the blast, a burned and singed and bitten griffon is glimpsed tucked tightly in a small nook in the cavern’s upper wall, clutching some unseen thing to her belly tightly. Her beak parted in pain, it is obvious that the mother has been gravely wounded by the hungry fox creatures, but is unwilling to give up the fight, for whatever reason, as incapable as she is of continuing it.
I don’t know, hostilely barks Na’aila in retort, both too preoccupied with their meal, and insulting one another, to notice that someone has entered the cavern with them, why is your fire always so useless, Taorcha? That’s a better question!
[ This is a Random Event for Erebos and those he invites only! ]
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