...And for a long, long time the fox hid herself away...
It wasn't that the world was cruel, or dark--in fact,t he fox enjoyed the cruel and the dark of the world. To a point, of course. Rather, the fox had other things, other more important things that she allowed to consume her time.
Th kit was very time consuming, but his smiles and happy yips were all worth the while.
So the fox kept to the shadows for as long as she could, running out only to do what was needed of her, hunting for herself, her lion and her kit-cub, being social at times and introducing the little one to other faces and smells that he would need to know.
"My pride and joy, my baby boy..."
But not all things were as simple as that. There were also other times when the fox was required to leave the safety and comfort of her den, dong things at the lions request. Those kinds of social gatherings were not for the fox, but she clenched her jaw and went, keeping her kit close and learning faces and scents, that she might remember any who might frustrate her "little light."
So the fox became a mother. And she felt, for the first time in her life, that she had done something right, something that was truly needed and meant for her to do. Destined, perhaps. Either way, the fox looked forward to tending to her "little light", and teaching him all that she knew and more...
Lor "tSP" Content - 12 years, 3 days ago

...and the fox rolled the beasties onto their backs, still snapping at them to keep them in line. "my voice is THE voice," said the fox. "and i can speak to you in the sweetest of whispers, or i can growl and bark and hiss at you. it's whatever you choose, that's how it will be!" the fox sat back, smug and grinning. she had her plans, and they WOULD be seen through to the end! and if one plan of action did not work, the fox had other ways of getting what she wanted. it was, after all, her way.
but it was as the fox stood again and made her way from the beasties, keeping a careful eye on them as she moved, that she didn't notice the fast approaching lion in her blindside. roaring, he pounced and pinned the fox, and the fox, taken by surprise, yelped out loud as she hit the ground hard. the pain was immediate, and sharp, and quick as the fox could manage, she was on her feet, scampering for quick solitude to gather her thoughts, figure out what had happened and to assess the damage of the paw she cradled close to her body. the lion followed, his own head bowed low, his eyes large and apologetic. he had only meant to be playful -- and he said as much as he purred and nuzzled the fox, wanting to make her better.
the fox growled, and hissed, and spit, and even paced as she kept the lion at bay while she tended to her wound. this would take a few days of mending, but there was no real harm done. if anything, the fox would make the lion feel guilty -- only slightly, and only for a little while, while she took the time to recover.
"silly lion," she purred. "i'll teach you better than to play too rough with me"...
Lor "tSP" Content - 13 years, 11 months, 15 days ago

...SNAP, SNAP, SNAP! the jaws of the hungry, greedy beasties went for the fox. but the fox was quick, and clever, and the fox was on a mission. she grinned as she bounced on her toes, her tail fluffed and her hackles frilled. for she had teeth, too! didn't they know!? and she bit and snapped and growled with the biggest of them, keeping them all at bay.
"come on!" she chided. "bring it on! i won't show my belly to a one of you! i'll not roll over so easily." another bounce and a pounce and the fox grabbed at ears and tails, turning them around on one another -- though they couldn't yet see it.
"so you think you can catch the fox, huh? well, let's dance, and let's see who first bows out!"...
Lor "tSP" Content - 13 years, 11 months, 18 days ago

...and the fox stood her ground as she sat in the cool grass. only her eyes moved, and the occasional twitch of her ear, as she watched the beasties circle around her. they circled as if they were hunting, as if they'd already smelled freshly spilt blood.
"we want, we want!" they chanted, over and over again. "we want, we want, we want!"
"you ask too much!" said the fox as she tipped her chin to the sky. she wouldn't show them fear, not again--well, so long as she could help it. it was something she still needed to master and move past. "compromise is the key," she insist. "i gave way in my beliefs a little, and you are advised to do the same!"
but the beasties kept on in their chanting, "we want, we want," like spoiled little children.
the fox rolled her eyes and tightened her jaw. "you want, you want... i KNOW that you want. but what you want i will not give! you cannot just want, you have to earn! want without earning again, dark beasties, and and i will tear your world apart!"...
Lor "tSP" Content - 13 years, 11 months, 20 days ago

...whimper, hiss, spit, growl. whimper, hiss, spit, growl.
the foxed looked at the evil shining box that sat in front of her, snapping her jaw and swiping at the shine with her claws. why did it have to be so difficult, this evil mystery box!? she only wanted to hear it play the lovely sort of music it used to play a long time ago! why did it have to be so cruel? looking back at her, it's non-existent expression smug and condescending.
her tail up in the air, her chin laid atop her front paws, the fox huffed and laid her ears down flat in surrender. well, it was an old sort of box... ten years old now, to be exact. and it did have a vital piece to it missing... if she could just find the proper piece...
"worry not, love," said the lion. "one way or another we'll find what it is that you need. and you will have your music again."
frustrated but content, the fox rolled over in defeat and contemplated all of the avenues open to her... getting up, she hurried to the door of her den, yipping out a message to her friend the Lone Wolf. the two of them were on better terms now... another few yips and the fox left the lone wolf to reply to her message at his leisure. and she would wait. with the lion gone from the den for the day now, there were still other things to do before her day was at an end...
Lor "tSP" Content - 13 years, 11 months, 22 days ago