KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He had an audience. Now, Korbin didn't know much about foxes ,other than their preferred game and tendency to scarf off with whatever they could steal... but he was quite sure they didn't usually behave like this. Not so... boldly. His voice should have scared it off.
He stopped singing, and turned narrowed eyes on the animal. It looked like a regular fox, but that meant nothing. He looked like plain old raven in his own shift, after all. No, it was the behaviour that made something crawl down his back, the way the tail tapped to the rhythm he had been singing.
"If you're expecting a show, you better pay up first," he said, voice laced with suspicion. Willingly taking the risk of making a fool of himself rather than act familiar with someone he didn't know. If it was just a fox, fine. If not... He bit his teeth together.
He stopped singing, and turned narrowed eyes on the animal. It looked like a regular fox, but that meant nothing. He looked like plain old raven in his own shift, after all. No, it was the behaviour that made something crawl down his back, the way the tail tapped to the rhythm he had been singing.
"If you're expecting a show, you better pay up first," he said, voice laced with suspicion. Willingly taking the risk of making a fool of himself rather than act familiar with someone he didn't know. If it was just a fox, fine. If not... He bit his teeth together.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
