FOX
Apparently it's not enough for him to have walked face first into some extra-strength spiderwebs - someone has to have seen it, too. As she appears in his field of vision, haloed by sunset and with a smile as fanged as his own, Fox is too busy feeling like a fool to realise he's encountered another Ancient (if the horns are anything to go by). His own are on display quite unintentionally given the angle, and he huffs out an embarrassed chuckle.
"Well as long as somebody else agrees," he mutters, getting himself back on his feet and brushing the dust from his clothes, watching with keen eyes as she uses a knife to cut the silk, before following suit with his own. "No, I haven't," he confesses, moving to start slicing a path through the webbing. "But by the amount of it, I feel like I should have seen it before. Have you?"
"Well as long as somebody else agrees," he mutters, getting himself back on his feet and brushing the dust from his clothes, watching with keen eyes as she uses a knife to cut the silk, before following suit with his own. "No, I haven't," he confesses, moving to start slicing a path through the webbing. "But by the amount of it, I feel like I should have seen it before. Have you?"
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
