I’d be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice; Imagine being loved by me.
With no Attuned bond between them, Fox is oblivious to Kiada's reluctance, or the nostalgia that paints her thoughts a softer colour. No, he's entirely focused - as is his bloodlust - on the doe in the distance, the pulse jumping gently at her throat, the glow of her antlers. Crouching low in the wet grasses, the hiss of rain against the hot stone of his fyrhund hide is the only real clue as to his presence, but even that is lost in the downpour.
When Fox strikes, it's fast and its brutal, a gout of fire erupting from his parted jaws as he leaps away into the undergrowth. Spooked and singed by the sudden attack, the doe turns to try and leap away, but the fyrhund is on her before she gets more than a few steps, tearing into her flesh and feasting well before she's taken her last breath.
When Fox strikes, it's fast and its brutal, a gout of fire erupting from his parted jaws as he leaps away into the undergrowth. Spooked and singed by the sudden attack, the doe turns to try and leap away, but the fyrhund is on her before she gets more than a few steps, tearing into her flesh and feasting well before she's taken her last breath.
Fox Sinclair
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
