[open] the seasons may be a battle of their own
Wessex Theskyra
the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds

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Wessex

She leaves mischevous pawprints in the cold mud. Yes, that’s right. The fox (so cleverly disguised, hiding her extra tails and changing her color in order to be a plain, red fox) darts and ducks and drifts through the park. She’s skittish and on high alert, ears swiveling this way and that and long, whiskered nose attempting to decipher whether or not it’s safe to proceed.

Naughty, naughty fox.

The book has told her that Strombreak may soon be off-limits to the Ascended, so it seems she’s got to explore for her levelling Lady as much as possible before then. However, when the disguised demigod comes across the open-air temple in the gardens, something devious slithers across her mind. Picking a spot that’s still relatively green and hasn’t yet shed its beauty for Deepfrost, the fox starts to dig, enthusiastically throwing up clods of dirt and trying to uproot any of the nearby flowers and plants that make the area so pleasant.
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What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story
Mordecai Letto


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Mordecai Letto
Mordecai rubbed the inside of his red, itching hand. There was a bitter irony in having to search The Celestine for nature’s cure to a wound it had inflicted upon him. He knew he should be thankful to have escaped his pursuers at all, thankful too that he was still rabbit-quick and skinny enough to slip between the bars of a wrought-iron gate. Perhaps if he’d been more careful he could’ve avoided grabbing the stinging weeds that grew like snakes between them.

If, perhaps, maybe…

If he had picked his mark better perhaps he could’ve been taking in the smells and sights of the Celestine, maybe even have enjoyed himself.

If, perhaps, maybe…


Hollow, meaningless words.

Dull eyes scanned the flowerbeds for the right plants; oil of roses, ceruss washed in rose-water, sifted and mingled with white wax and powdered camphire, or drops of sweet almond oil if the former could not be found.

He knew the recipe of white ointment by heart, not because he was a good student of the Collegium, nor had he ever been taught such things there. It was only because every working girl at mother Molly’s was his guardian to one degree or another and the more ill-tempered visitors of that establishment had made it into basic know-how.

There was still the gloss of sweat on his brow and the skin above his collarbone showed the frantic, but slowing beating of his heart when he entered the open air temple. He spotted a rose bed on the other side and half-hidden between the flowers was a shock of red fur; a common fox digging through the dirt for reasons only it could know.

Your loss, my gain, he thought to himself. The enthusiasm of the fox saved him the trouble of having the pluck the flowers himself.

He rubbed the inside of his hand again and approached with heavy, slouching footfalls.
Wessex Theskyra
the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 12 - Strg: 61 - Dext: 60 - Endr: 61 - Luck: 58 - Int: 2
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Wessex

She smells the kid before she sees him and freezes for a moment, paws deep in dirt. After a moment of intent listening, the whips around to see who it might be (not that she knows the Huntsman’s scent). Finding only a sweaty, grubby kid far enough away to not be any danger, the fox doesn’t take long to resume her digging, moving forward towards Vi’s back. There’s a rhythmic spurting of dark dirt now, punctuated by floppy, projectile plants. For what it’s worth, it does seem to be aware of the human, merely unthreatened by one so small.

Wessex hopes it isn’t too telling. She’s trying to blend in here and get the job done. Would a true fox have run by now? Here? In the Celestine? The fox scampers to one side a bit as the boy draws closer, trying to keep some distance between the two of them.
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What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story
Mordecai Letto


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Mordecai Letto
Mordecai halted at the edge of the flowerbed, dropped to his knees and picked out the plants he needed from the overturned earth. No sooner than he was done collecting what he needed he looked to the fox again, half-expecting to find nothing where he'd last seen the small animal.

Curious.

Though it had scampered away a little, the fox was still there and had resumed its incessant digging. What was it looking for? He didn't think foxes made stashes of food like squirrels, though he wasn't quite so sure anymore. Perhaps more surprisingly, it didn't seem to mind him much, not at all like the skittish animals he'd chased away from the chicken coop more times than he cared to remember. Maybe it belonged to someone, maybe it was tame and trained, though he couldn't fathom why anyone might want a fox as a pet.

"We should strike a deal you and I," Mordecai smiled at the fox, expecting nothing but silence in return. "If you help me find some camphire, I'll help you find whatever it is your looking for."
Wessex Theskyra
the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 12 - Strg: 61 - Dext: 60 - Endr: 61 - Luck: 58 - Int: 2
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Wessex

His voice stops her in her tracks. There’s definitely a moment when Wessex considers acting like an Attuned rather than a wild creature (or rather, what she thinks a fox would do), but in the end self-preservation wins. The fox starts, skittering backwards like it’s been bitten by something and crouching low to the ground, mouth open, panting. Its ears flicker back and forth towards the kid as it pauses, as if it might stay. As if it might, somehow, understand the words.

Alas, it doesn’t. It’s just a city fox, more used to people than most. It turns tail on the boy and runs back to the protection of a group of trees and an enclosure, disappearing into the rest of the Celestine.

{Fin}
What is life? A madness
What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story


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