Post by Lux on Nov 12, 2012 20:47:45 GMT -5
Perhaps those days of hell were here. Maybe those crazy old foxes were right, predicting the end of vulpine kind. Too many good foxes had died. Too many young ones never saw it past their first months, more than nature usually allowed. For reasons unknown, the Plague gripped the lands of Navaria in a deadly grip, leaving few survivors. Honestly, Lux thought it was his own species’s fault, not just the deal of unlucky cards. The vulpine of Navaria were too complacent; they prided themselves with the large skulks. All the foxes pooled their resources for the common good, their numbers expanding significantly. They almost became like miniature wolves, unknowingly copying the example of their cousins. But with close contact, comes the ease of spreading disease, a harsh lesson learned from Lux and his now passed kin.
The cross-pelted fox shook his head. He really had to stop thinking to hard about the past; it was really messing with his conscience and senses. For now, he set his weary paws into motion, trying to track down some prey in barren landscape. In the back of his mind, he knew all he would really find was carrion, but it was all the same to him. Find food and survive; the details were arbitrary, unimportant in the big picture. He blinked a moment, looking out to the ravine not too far away, crows hovering above it. At least he knew there was something. His pace grew steadily.
This land was not ideal, especially for a now single fox, accustomed to having a pile full of freshly killed prey when his large skulk pampered him. But, it was the only lands he knew, even if the memories were painful. Eventually, he wanted to head to the stream east from the rocky ravine. Perhaps he would catch a living, breathing morsel of food.
The cross-pelted fox shook his head. He really had to stop thinking to hard about the past; it was really messing with his conscience and senses. For now, he set his weary paws into motion, trying to track down some prey in barren landscape. In the back of his mind, he knew all he would really find was carrion, but it was all the same to him. Find food and survive; the details were arbitrary, unimportant in the big picture. He blinked a moment, looking out to the ravine not too far away, crows hovering above it. At least he knew there was something. His pace grew steadily.
This land was not ideal, especially for a now single fox, accustomed to having a pile full of freshly killed prey when his large skulk pampered him. But, it was the only lands he knew, even if the memories were painful. Eventually, he wanted to head to the stream east from the rocky ravine. Perhaps he would catch a living, breathing morsel of food.