FOX
"Are you entirely sure that a net will do the job...?" Fox asks, grimacing at the raven as it whirls and soars, only to settle on a nearby fencepost. (Mockingly, if you ask the hunter). "I suppose the only thing we can do is try..." So saying, it's with a roll of his shoulders - as if that might help to dispel the unease clawing up his back - that he accepts the net from Kiada, stepping away from her as if to nonchalantly close in on the area where the raven is (obnoxiously?) cleaning its feathers.
Having to remind himself to breathe despite hunting things literally being his job, Fox creeps closer until he's within range, and then swipes at the bird with his net. It, of course, takes flight with its four wings only a second before the net comes down, and its cawing sounds suspiciously like laughter. "Fuck," Fox hisses. "It's coming your way, watch out!"
Having to remind himself to breathe despite hunting things literally being his job, Fox creeps closer until he's within range, and then swipes at the bird with his net. It, of course, takes flight with its four wings only a second before the net comes down, and its cawing sounds suspiciously like laughter. "Fuck," Fox hisses. "It's coming your way, watch out!"
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
