little child, lost child | orphan fox kit | where did you emerge?

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  • — Tiny paws scuffed along the ground with a small sack following as it was dragged through the dry earth. The fox kit continued walking, ignoring the pain in her paws. Her rounded ears gave an occasional twitch as her hazel orbs drooped in exhaustion. Unknown to the small child, her fear, confusion and lonelines, was projecting from her. The brown kit soon tripped over her own paws, the sack she was pulling sagged, giving glimpses of what looked like plush animals. Exhaustion hit stronger than ever, making it nearly impossible for the young kit to move her limbs. A break wouldn't hurt, would it? She didn't even know her destination, or where she had strayed from. Even her name had vanished from her mind. Who was she? Where was she? Why was she alone? Wasn't there suppose to be a mama and papa or someone to care for her? At the confused and sad thoughts, the emotions increased around her. She curled up around the sack she had dragged, whining softly.


    //please wait for FAUSTUS D. to post ❤

    "Speech"

  • Faustus often wandered Agrelos in his free-time. When there was nothing to do back in the Chief Canyon, he typically took it upon himself to go and look for something to pass the time, whether it meant dragging someone back home or finding himself in the hot seat after provoking someone into a fight. This day wasn't any different, though he didn't have any particular goal in mind.


    He hadn't expected to come across a little fox kit though.


    The soft whining alerted him to the presence of the girl, and the strawberry - blonde tiger slowed in his brisk trot to listen. The sounds persisted, and the Darling - Harbringer twisted his head towards the direction of the sound and began to approach, his interest reasonably piqued. A child was out here by themselves in the chilly autumn weather? It was rather odd for someone so young to be out in such unforgiving weather to say the least - who was responsible for the kid?


    Heterochromatic eyes found purchase upon the pale colored child curled up around a sack of plush animals on the ground. The sting of sadness washed over him, causing his brows to furrow slightly as he blinks harshly. He exhales with a quiet huff, his pale lips turning downwards into a frown. "Hey," He calls as he settles nearby, cooing the greeting softly as to not startle her. "What're you doing here by yourself?"

    𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙞 𝙜𝙤 " 𝙡𝙖 𝙡𝙖 𝙡𝙖 " ・゚✧

    𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨-𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 / 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘺 / 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯

  • — As the small child was about to let the blissfulness of sleep claim her, she barely reacted to approaching footsteps. Hey, The sudden voice made her eyes open and she blinked before lifting her head up. What're you doing here by yourself? The question confused her for a moment, until she repeated it through her drowsy mind a few times. "Dunno... Woke up alone." She responded with a light, squeak of a yip. She then peered up at the strawberry tiger with innocent awe. "Mr. Stranger's so pretty. " She murmured outloud, as her head cocked to the side curiously. "What's Mr. Stranger's name? " She asked with a light yip. The pangs of the sadness infested air soon faded, replaced by the young kit's curiousity and awe of the tiger ib front of her.

    "Speech"

  • Ah, so the girl had woken up all by herself, huh? Unfortunate, that was. A part of him wondered where her parents had gone off to, and then the likely situation dawned upon him. Maybe she'd been selfishly abandoned much like he had by those who were supposed to love and take care of her — it was an disparaging thing, that was, and what made it all the worse was the fact the girl was not aware that she had been left behind. "Well, that's no good." The conniving shapeshifter would say in response, "How did you end up by yourself?"


    The Darling would blink as the child looked up at him in what seemed to be amazement. Her compliment soon came after, and a smile is easily brought to his face. He always liked it when someone called him pretty — this would be no different, as he surely deserves such praise. He was perfect ( almost perfect, if it weren't for the deeply hated different colored eyes he had ). "Ah, thank you." Faustus responded with a hum, "My name is Faustus... And what's your name?"


    - sorry for the lateness of this post

    𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙞 𝙜𝙤 " 𝙡𝙖 𝙡𝙖 𝙡𝙖 " ・゚✧

    𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨-𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 / 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘺 / 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯