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A second chance at life - Firethorn - 5/23/2026
In another world...
Archibald Rightsbeast was running as fast as he could. Fenrix Hesley ran out of bullets by now, but so had he. He needed to complete his objective differently this time.
Push him off this ledge, or kick him in the way of an uncoming car, or just scratch him with my claws until he bleeds out, he thought. The two failed attempts have already brought down Archibald's valuation a fair bit, and he couldn't let that streak of bad luck continue.
And then he slipped on the wet stone ground. He turned his foot to regain ground, but it just fell through. The fox was falling back-first onto the rocky outcropping below, and before he could do anything about it the worst pain ever shot through him. His senses were all dull for a few seconds, only aware that there was something pushing through his chest. That his spine was bent and his ribs were cracked.
Who hired you!, the wolf investigator yelled when he reached the place where he fell.
The fox wasn't going to answer him, not unless he could somehow save him maybe. And then he would need to pay for the damages.
You aren't going to survive that Archy! It's over! Who hired you!, Fenrix was insistent.
He barely even heard him, but he could see him. His face was the only thing Archibald Rightsbeast could see as he slowly went unconscious.
In mythris...
A little fox kit opened its eyes a little, moved its ears around, huddled under a berry bush. It was scared, it felt like it woke up from a terrible nightmare, even if it didn't know any of those words. Only thing it knew was to huddle up here, where it felt safe, and do nothing. It could see that there was a world beyond the shade of this bush, but... but he didn't want to go there. Not yet. Not unless it absolutely had to.
RE: A second chance at life - Vasili - 5/24/2026
Vasili didn't go far from the den. With the whelps fresh and large in number, Neph resting and recovering, the Father once again took it upon himself to guard. He had less reason to this year, he supposed - not that they had many in their ranks, but the young dragonlings beginning to spread their wings were able to help now. He didn't dare leave them to deal with it all alone, but he did expect them to step up their game. Keep out of trouble, stay on the island to help him defend it, help bring their Mother prey.
Cairo, he expected would be more helpful within the den. Sobek was probably better fit to bite the tits off anyone who came onto the island who wasn't meant to.
And he kept his perch above the dens mouth, ready to literally fall down upon anything dumb enough to come wandering this far.
But even he wasn't at the den at all times.
He had to hunt. Mark the boundaries of the island. Pluck herbs, trying to be helpful for Neph. Gather berries, most importantly! There was no shortage of bushes on the island, thank god, but getting the fruits all together took more time than tracking down lunch.
Vasi wasn't sure which he wanted to do first, today. His jaws gaped in a wide, loud yawn and snapped closed again with a resounding click as he limped along. Perhaps breakfast from a cache, first. Wake him up a little. Then he'd patrol, maybe catch some fish to take back fresh to his wife. Either she'd go stretch her legs, then, or he'd go back out himself until she was ready.
Vasili didn't get to the cache. Didn't get much further, really.
Another scent drew his attention, and the Pharaoh lifted himself to his full height.
Fox.
Too close to the den.
His tail curled, spiked, and he put his nose to the earth to snuffle for a proper trail.
Didn't need it.
His ringed gaze fell on the little crimson creature, huddled against one of the many berry bushes. Didn't.... look right. Boxed ears, like they'd been cut. A crooked nose.
Nothing that spoke of wounds, too young to have earned them younger, but the proof was right there before Vasi's not-so-clear-gaze.
His features fell into surprise.
Just... a little kit. No sign of a Mother.
Vasili swallowed a lump in his throat.
A predator, a scavenger, that would grow up to thieve from his den.
The piebald dragon didn't move quickly. He didn't snap it up like he ought to have, as he thought Neph would expect him to. As he expected himself to!
He just walked a slow circle, looking for a trail.
There wasn't one. It was like the boy had just... appeared here.
Alone.
If one listened hard enough, maybe they could hear the wheels turning in the speckled mans mind.
Cairo, he expected would be more helpful within the den. Sobek was probably better fit to bite the tits off anyone who came onto the island who wasn't meant to.
And he kept his perch above the dens mouth, ready to literally fall down upon anything dumb enough to come wandering this far.
But even he wasn't at the den at all times.
He had to hunt. Mark the boundaries of the island. Pluck herbs, trying to be helpful for Neph. Gather berries, most importantly! There was no shortage of bushes on the island, thank god, but getting the fruits all together took more time than tracking down lunch.
Vasi wasn't sure which he wanted to do first, today. His jaws gaped in a wide, loud yawn and snapped closed again with a resounding click as he limped along. Perhaps breakfast from a cache, first. Wake him up a little. Then he'd patrol, maybe catch some fish to take back fresh to his wife. Either she'd go stretch her legs, then, or he'd go back out himself until she was ready.
Vasili didn't get to the cache. Didn't get much further, really.
Another scent drew his attention, and the Pharaoh lifted himself to his full height.
Fox.
Too close to the den.
His tail curled, spiked, and he put his nose to the earth to snuffle for a proper trail.
Didn't need it.
His ringed gaze fell on the little crimson creature, huddled against one of the many berry bushes. Didn't.... look right. Boxed ears, like they'd been cut. A crooked nose.
Nothing that spoke of wounds, too young to have earned them younger, but the proof was right there before Vasi's not-so-clear-gaze.
His features fell into surprise.
Just... a little kit. No sign of a Mother.
Vasili swallowed a lump in his throat.
A predator, a scavenger, that would grow up to thieve from his den.
The piebald dragon didn't move quickly. He didn't snap it up like he ought to have, as he thought Neph would expect him to. As he expected himself to!
He just walked a slow circle, looking for a trail.
There wasn't one. It was like the boy had just... appeared here.
Alone.
If one listened hard enough, maybe they could hear the wheels turning in the speckled mans mind.
A strange looking berry you are,he rumbled after a moment, pausing, staring at the kit,
Little red firethorns are rare in these parts. You cause bellyaches, too?
RE: A second chance at life - Firethorn - 5/24/2026
Just when the fox decided to call this bush his home, he heard loud fuds. Something big was approaching. His ears were pirked, his eyes were wide open even if they were still getting used to seeing, and his nose picked up a scent. To the little beast, all scents but the scents of his fur and home were foreign to him, but the ones he could feel made him especially afraid. Finally, he was face to face with the giant that peaked into his den. He lay still, silent, huddled up as if he could vanish if he became small enough. He soon learned that it wasn't a reliable tactic. When he heard the rumbling growls of the words he didn't understand, he tried to look pleadingly up at the wolf, and put his paws forward. They had little claws on them. Not a thread to anyone right now, but they were going to grow and sharpen, if he lived to see it. The fox pulled the claws back and forth, and finally could retract them in. He finally calmed down, continuing the staring contest with the canine.