
Eyes slowly slide open. Â Its very blurry. Â Its very cold. Â "Little Fox. . . ." Â These words pound in his head. Â He remembers nothing. Only "Little Fox. . . ." What did this mean. Â He sits upward just to hit his head on frozen ice. Â "What is all this?" Â The sun can be seen shining through the ice layers surrounding him. Â "Have I been trapped here? Â How long have I been asleep?" Â He reaches a hand out moving fire to his fingertips painfully slowly melting through the layers. Â
Days go by as he cycles his sleep and attempts at escape. Â Finally the hole is big enough to finally breathe. . . Had he not been breathing? Â Once the air rushes in he gasps at the cold frozen air. Â His nose is burned with a very familiar smell. Â The only thing that it does is pound the words "Little Fox" deeper into his mind and his eyes burn an ice cold fury as he smashes the rest of the way out of this frozen tomb.
He stands up completely nude on the frozen tundra only to see that his skin matches the shade of the ice. Â "Why cant I remember anything?" Â "I cant be seen like this." he says rushing down off the icy coffer. Â The smell of this fox burns deep into his head causing anguish of the mind he does not quite understand.
Whispers can be heard now flailing about the wind. "The little fox."
The ice skinned magus runs off further into the icy planes cursing with icy fury in his eyes. Â Cursing the Little Fox.
Days go by as he cycles his sleep and attempts at escape. Â Finally the hole is big enough to finally breathe. . . Had he not been breathing? Â Once the air rushes in he gasps at the cold frozen air. Â His nose is burned with a very familiar smell. Â The only thing that it does is pound the words "Little Fox" deeper into his mind and his eyes burn an ice cold fury as he smashes the rest of the way out of this frozen tomb.
He stands up completely nude on the frozen tundra only to see that his skin matches the shade of the ice. Â "Why cant I remember anything?" Â "I cant be seen like this." he says rushing down off the icy coffer. Â The smell of this fox burns deep into his head causing anguish of the mind he does not quite understand.
Whispers can be heard now flailing about the wind. "The little fox."
The ice skinned magus runs off further into the icy planes cursing with icy fury in his eyes. Â Cursing the Little Fox.