With unknown rumbles and constant grave buzzes, she wakes up to the world around. Her eyes, while heavy and tired, dart around. She is laying atop the bed of a pick-up truck, around her are tools and a couple solid pieces of coiled ropes.
A row of slits brings the timid light of the dawn, still yarning to peak around the horizon inside this room. Her paws, with slight movements and great purpose prop the sleepy fox up, she takes a couple steps and jumps off the bed.
The ground is weirdly dry, yet so cold, her paws shiver as she takes each step. The shivers run across her back and up to the tip of her tail that she wags around as if weightless. As she gets near the large steel door, her whiskers shiver too... cold air seeps through the cracks. A small light turns on as she gets closer.
With grinding and an awful sound, the door slowly lifts, the fox remains motionless. She gasps as the door grinds to a halt over her. She looks around once again and bolts out into a murky grey world.
The purity of snow is tainted by dirt and black tar, she walk on the wet ground and up the stone paved sidewalks. This is not a village like she ever saw before. In truth, there are many vehicles, more than she ever saw going up and down alongside the sidewalk on fine deep black stones. She is mesmerized, yet the wonder is cut short as she notices the intoxicating smoke rising in the air.
People go by, cycle, drive or walk, as she walks unimpeded on the sidewalks. Small children and parents go to school, she knows this much by their backpack and general tiredness. The humans blur into a fuzzy mess as she walk closer to a high school. The pupils are all dressed in long parkas and walk with a sense of purpose towards the school.
She is more interested by the empty park a stick throw away from it, a modest space that still holds the pure white snow that glistens playfully in the shy sun. Without thinking she jump atop a bench and overlooks the busy road with a newfound joy. She is especially puzzled by some bigger vehicles that seem to not raise any smoke, to move by magic almost. Even more intriguing to her, as she lays down, is how people wait for them so patiently.
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Feer
AdventureFollow the journey of an ember fox-deer hybrid while she navigates a new world after a long slumber. Will she find herself a place in the new order? Will she continue her lineage? Does she understand what the world entails?
