My Fox Is My God [bl]

A fox with fur as white like snow felt a chill run down his spine and a clawing feeling all over the white furred body screaming that something was going to go wrong, as he had looked into a mysterious mans eyes in a carriage that went past him.

The white fox had no idea who the man were but only where he was going, into a bigger town that were throwing a celebration by the church of light.

The fox had lived a long life and knew that he and that man were destined to meet again very soon and possibly in a " unfavourable" situation.

A slight frown formed on the white fox's face as he knew that this was by a big chance going to throw his life upside down, again.

...

"This.. " light stuttered as he looked into the man eyes. He had lived a long life, he was the first thing created, light. Even so this was the first time someone had done this to him. He felt his face being red as a tomato as he still felt the lingering on his lips, his inside being in tumour from what had just happen.