I am alone in my hut. The sun is red, and it's hot. Very, very hot. Ever since the Beats of Lore, you know, Dragons and Serpents grew impatient, Roots has been hot and barren.
An old Centaur called Eaferic, was here yesterday, with a small raccoon named Nivananni. They told me that two are coming to save us. Humans, I think they're called?
Anyway, as long as I don't see any Dragons, I think I'm going to die of heat stroke. Ink is running low, and there is no way I'm going to get any more for a while. So here's to Vixen, the bat-turtle mix who cant live a day without writing.
Sorry for the short entry. Eaferic is here, I was just asked to be his scribe, but I have no clue if I should trust him. I mean, he is a Beast of Lore.... But this thing is that yesterday, yesterday he seemed as if he was a Neutral. Someone who doesn't have a side on this great war. Rootigians vs. Beasts of Lore.... Creatures such as wolves, cats, racoons like the one perched on Eaferic's back....
I must leave now, I believe I can trust the odd pair outside. Best wishes to those who will someday find this old journal. Something tells me I am about to go on a long quest, and this is just day one.
~VSOE~
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Hello, I am Vixen.
FantasyI, am Vixen. A weird, turtle-bat mix. I have long legs (like a wolf, or Swamp Horse,), and little-clawed stubs as feet. My tail is extremely long, close to a Lower Rank Kyt.... But that's not important. What's important is that there is a war goin...
