[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][font=arial][justify][size=8]Man, he was tired. How long had he been traveling now? He lost track. It could've been anywhere from an hour to a few weeks. His memory wasn't exactly the greatest. But no, it couldn't have been an hour. You don't just go from being healthy and actually having memories to being half dead and an amnesiac in one hour. Well actually, you could. But not exactly in his case. The skinny kitsune slowly walked along the beach, hardly lifting his paws with each step. It was more like he was just dragging himself along the shore.
What was his name? He had to have a name, of course. Everyone had to have a name. But what the hell was his? It started with an N, that much he knew. Oh, right. He was literally named after a month. November. 'Who the hell names their kid after a month?' The brown vulpine creature thought, staggering in his movements before losing his balance completely and collapsing in the sand. The male was so thirsty and so hungry. One could even see the ribs under his pelt.
November had no clue where he was. He either didn't notice the scent marker or care enough to give any thought as to what it might be. The nine-tailed creature had much bigger things to worry about than to be polite and wait at the border. With dehydration and hunger draining his energy, he couldn't give a damn about etiquette. If there was someone here, maybe they'd actually help him. Or finish him off, whatever floats their boat. "Uh, he--" The canine began to mutter before trailing off. Was he going to call for help or give anyone that might be around a simple 'hello'? He wasn't even sure what he was going to say.
[size=6pt]oh god why