[center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:750px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:#ffffff;]Dusk was rapidly descending upon the mountainous territory. Darkness snaked its way through the mass of trees as sinister tendrils of fog seeped from the forest. The figure peered into the shadows with an uncomfortable glimmer vibrant within their gaze. Anxiety gnawed relentlessly at their stomach as they trudged along, fatigue clearly evident in their movements as they neared invisible boundaries to the clan that they had discovered. In a stray flicker of moonlight, the stranger's face was slightly illuminated to flash off their facial features for a few moments. Any nearby beings would have been able to get a glimpse at his appearance and would had either probably been stunned by awe or irked. After all, nobody appreciated strangers on the border as it was and it was undoubted that such a being like themselves would be further disliked for their appearance. They raised their head ever so slightly, the pale blue glow dancing across his face.
A pair of glazed sky blue eyes shimmered slightly under the gentle caress of the soft moonlight. His face was thin, muzzle narrowed in a pointed fox like shape. His body was extremely slim despite the thickness of his fur that he had previously been able to use to cover over any abnormalities that consumed his physical body. However, it had gotten to the point now that his lack of nutrition and good food was wearing down at his defenses. He felt weak as he moved as if he was fragile and he felt afraid that if he was to do something wrong, take an incorrect step perhaps, then he would shatter into one million precise pieces. He lowered his head, lips drawn into a trembling, thin line as he drew to a halt. His tails whipped slightly behind him as he halted. Thirteen glorious golden tails protruded from his lower back. They rose into the air slightly in a neat arch, outlined by the messy state of his fur, and gracefully cascaded downwards in a mass of blond fur much like a windswept waterfall. Despite such a display, it was clear that the male was not healthy in the slightest.
He was pathet-
"Roxas!"
The young male allowed a delicate yet extremely shaky sigh erupt from his lips, parting them as the air was forcefully expelled from his weakened lungs. The memories were powerful as they entered his mind, filtering painfully slow into his overflowing mind. Voices screamed his name, at least, he assumed that was his name, and every time he felt himself getting closer to some kind of conclusion to what was happening to him, his body would constrict and send him off on a tangent. He felt as if his ribs were slowly piercing into his lungs, forcing themselves through the surface with every quivering breath. His chest was not the only aching thing. No, he felt the same dull throbbing sensation throughout the rest of his body too as if his bones were vibrating in place sending a disturbance to pass through the flesh and skin and organs that made up his body.
He could practically hear the gentle, rhythmic thud of his heart every few seconds, the organ thrusting itself against everything around it as if screaming out to him that it was real. That he had a heart. That he was real. And god knows that he truly existed. How he was capable of doing so however was an entirely different story. One that he was unaware of. After all, he had an extremely limited knowledge on who he really was, or more fittingly worded, what he really was. He idly flicked his ear, doing his best to dismiss those crushing thoughts as he swayed slightly on his paws, stumbling forwards slightly as the surrounding claws of fog reached out towards him in an avaricious manner as if he was some kind of precious metal that they needed to steady in order to steal him away for themselves. It was a painfully familiar thought to him. It made him feel sick. He closed his eyes as the world beneath his paws began to swim slightly in an attempt to steady himself with no assistance. He was independent. That was something that he had done his very best to prove before and he was not going to stop doing so now. He had fought to be here and he would not let himself begin to slip now otherwise they would have all been right. He would have been right.
He sneered bitterly at the ground, swallowing the saliva that had accumulated within his mouth as he felt the dizzying rush of vertigo slowly but surely drain from his frail form. At least that was a step forwards instead of a stumble backwards. He was feeling better already. At least, it was reassuring to tell himself that although it was certainly not the truth. He raised his head ever so slightly, barely opening his dull gaze to look around in a squint before speaking out. He wasn't sure whether his throat would be able to handle speech yet but he might as well try. He called out, his tone shrunken and timid as the words spilled like smoke from his parted jaws.
"Ahem, h-hello?"
//this is so long oh god
i'm sorry guys, whoops. also, the person that called out 'roxas' was in his mind and not something that everyone else can hear c;
