Posts by Arrowchaser

The pale colored fox stepped after her and watched her dig through the bag. He whisked his tail and starting sniffing around the tent as well. All he could smell was twoleg, and it was everywhere, he couldn't even smell the chips anymore. "Did you find anything?" He asked quietly.

Hayden took one look at Maggie and started snorting with laughter. "You've got underwear on your head!" The fox managed between his laughs. It looked clean, at least. Humans were weird. Why did they wear cloth on their butts?

Hayden watched the strangers with caution. They didn't appear armed, but that didn't mean anything. The fox fluffed his tail up and strutted out to meet the cat and her caravan with a wary gaze. "Name and business with the Legion of Crowns?" He asked, his eyes roving around for possible danger.

Hayden looked over at Incy and thought for a moment. No cheetah body this time. She would have to be the guide. "When we get another member along, you can pair up with them. I'd suggest being the one to give commands, as well." The fox stated.

Complicated

The second tape with a label bearing TWO in the same black marker proves to be of similar quality to the first tape.

"Woah! How did that happen?" Hayden asked with a sharp tone of worry. That leg looked painful. His gut twisted in empathy. The fox stepped forward next to Azreal to offer his help.

Hayden flicked his tail as she spoke. A merchant, hmm? He'd be the judge of that. To have an assassin or something running around their territory, trying to off their members., was the last thing they needed. He shifted where he sat and opened his mouth to speak. "How many knives do you carry?"

/The first portion of week one's tasks, or as I like to call it 'Hayden really likes shiny stuff'

To be honest, Hayden was always a sneaky little shit with questionable morals.Even as a kit, tumbling with his brothers and sister, he would snatch their things and hide them away. It was how his habit for decorating his dens came about. He took a kind of pride in displaying the things he liked. Jealousy, envy, greed, was what led him to steal. Most of the time, it would be feathers he found on the ground, or metal rings wrenched off of old two-leg buildings. He never had a taste for violence, so the knives and such that others coveted did nothing for him.

The island that appeared in the sky that day didn't disrupt his daily routine much. He went about his day, grooming, looking for food, chatting with anyone who bothered to stop him. Nothing felt amiss.

The Corsac fox was coming to the end of a peach he plucked out of a tree. Getting closer to the pit always made the experience of eating less entertaining. It was pretty bitter, after all. Hayden spat the pit out onto the ground and stretched his legs, several accompanying cracks breaking the comfortable silence.

He started to trot away from the abandoned seed when he noticed a hawk perched on the ground, rolling a shiny object beneath one talon. The gleam of light reflecting off the item was what caught his attention to begin with. Hayden stepped a little closer to inspect the item without ticking off the hawk.

In all its metallic glory, the object getting dug into the earth by this feather brain was a brand new stainless steel tankard. Hayden growled softly at its mistreatment, but loathed approaching the bird about it. What if it attacked him? He couldn't risk it.

The pale fox knew he would take much better care of it than that cretin with sharp, pointy toes instead of soft ones like everyone else. The more he thought about it, the more Hayden knew he wanted- no, needed it.

Thankfully, Hayden was aware of his own abilities; he was a smooth talker, a quick runner, pretty smart [if he said so himself], and quiet above all else. Already, he had a plan to get that tankard. So, he sauntered up the hawk with a fake friendly grin and sat down close by, seemingly minding his own business.

The hawk didn't seem to like it very much because he flapped his wings a few times in an uncomfortable manner. "Hey you. What are you doing here?" It beaked at him. Hayden looked over, with an innocent expression.

"Me? Nothing. You know, that's a nice tankard you have there." The fox pointed to the fine piece of metal with one paw. The hawk followed his gesture with his head.

"That's not a tankard. Its my claw-sharpening post. My claws are real sharp, see?" Then Hawk-brain shoved his foot in Hayden's face, as more of a threat than an example. Hayden frowned, letting his ears droop.

"That's not very polite, you know?" But Hawky didn't care. Rather, he did it again but with more enthusiasm. Hayden stepped back to avoid getting scratched, of course, but of course he still had his plan in action. "Your claws don't look so good, actually!"

At that, the hawk stopped and looked down at his feet with a noise of worry. He looked back up at Hayden. "They don't? How so?" Then Hayden knew he had the bird in his trap.

"They're of a dreadful color. Not how they should be at all. Let me see that claw-sharpening post a moment, and I might be able to tell you why." The fox suggested in a serious tone. He reached a paw out and rolled the metal piece closer to himself, and bent close to it as if inspecting it. "Mmyup. Just as I thought."

"What is it?" Hawk-brain asked. He was staring at Hayden intently.

"The metal is turning you... into a idiot!" The fox shouted. He grabbed the tankard and ran off. He made a fast beeline for the Maze so he could lose the hawk, who was frantically and angrily taking off after him. Not quick enough though, because Hayden disappeared into the darkness.

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The tankard was sitting in the fox's den now, right next to his nest. This wasn't he last affair with thieving. Though. No, within the same week, he lifted a porcelain plate, two metal pins, a pink infinity scarf that was adorned with sequins, a box of paper clips, two fountain pens, a CD, and finally, a silvery hair clip.

All these pieces were strewn about his den in no particular order. The thief himself was lounging on a tree stump he had worked his den around, his paws dangling idly off the edge while his tail was resting on his legs. Nice work.

/809 words :0

Anyone want to plot with this cowardly fox? He's got nothing going on aside from the greed events.

/Consider the change to be clan wide, whether it just happened while they were walking or something similar. Has no bearing on the actual story, of course.

The day seemed normal. Blue sky dotted with clouds; a dark gray bank coming from the West promising rain; birds and rivers providing a nice background noise to fall asleep to. Nothing was amiss. Except for that island, but there was nothing to be done about it anyway, so who cared? Hayden certainly didn't. He was content to let it float. All the monsters were up there while he was safe on the ground.

The fox settled himself in a nice sunny patch on the warm rocky beach that sloped toward the river. As the sun beat down, Hayden fell into a nap. The dreams were weird, he couldn't make sense of them, or remember them anyway. But when he woke up, something had changed. Really changed.

He didn't realise right away, except that he was lying in a awkwardly painful position, and his skin hurt. Why does it feel like I've been burned? The he shifted his head to look at a paw. It wasn't a paw anymore.

It was a hand. A human hand, connected to a human arm. In his confusion, he shifted back and slipped, so his head cracked onto the rocks.

"Wow, ouch!" The human shouted and clutched his head. Even his voice was different.

He tried to walk. It was awkward on his hands and knees though. How do two legs do this again? Hayden got up on his hind legs, longer than his arms by a mile, and wobbled a bit.

After a second, he just sat back down in silent, dumbfounded confusion.

I don't think Hayden is listed for the Crystal Guard, either

Noted. I think she's an HP, so she might be needed in one of Incy's threads.

The fox was still shaking with laughter while Maggie flailed with the undergarments on her head, do I g all he could to stay out of her way. "Calm down and I can help you get it off!" He managed, out of breath. When Incy entered the tent, the pale-furred animal looked over at her with a huge grin. "You're mom is having some trouble with the human clothing!"

The clink of metal and gleam of light off the armor drew Hayden like a month to a flickering bulb on a summer porch. He watched Azreal with a neutral gaze. The armor looks delicious, but it wouldn't fit. He dropped the thought and approached the snow leopard quietly to see if he could sneak up on him. He might not hear me over all that metal.

Hayden sniffed at the twist, and took care not to touch it. "You're handling it like a champ." Briefly, he wondered if he should grab a stick for her to bite on and decided to suggest. "Do you want a stick? Nod for yes."

Hayden followed Incy with his eyes and then looked at the peanut butter. Lids. Lids weren't good news for animals without opposable thumbs. "The humans twist the tops, but I think you'd have better luck gnawing a hole in it." By then he was calming down from laughing so much.

Sure, and if you could, thank you! I have no idea where to start with something like that.

The fox reached over Magnolia and grabbed the underwear off her head by the waistband, and flung it away. When it was well away, Hayden made a face and stuck his tongue out. "Blegh, gross! I think it was clean, but still!" He looked back at the hyper feline. "You might want a bath, if just for peace of mind."

Welcome back, Eclipse! It's good to hear you're feeling better, as well.

Noted. Her temp is Lufa, right? She's posted a few tracks already so I think you're okay.