[IO!-IJAIRC!] The Phoenix, the Fox, and the Finneas

[Ezrihel]

A small white fox sat at the edge of a pond, black lips pulled back to allow a tiny pink tongue to lap at the tranquil waters. It paused for a second then pulled back to lick its muzzle before returning to the water once more.

It was a warm day out today, the breeze calm and the air carried with it the scent of nature in all it’s wonders.

After the fox had quenched its thirst, it sat back and dipped its right paw into the water. Daintily, it began to clean it’s right paw, before doing the process again with the left. With a soft noise it finally stood, having completed its early morning routine, and began to go on it’s business for the day.

But that’s when the small furry canine both sensed and heard another presence. It perked its ears, zeroing in on the sounds of dried leaves crackling underfoot and a higher-pitched soft voice. This new sensory information piqued a curiosity within the fox, causing its tiny paws to carry it to where the sounds originated.

A few brief moments of padding along brought her to quite a sight. A red haired human male was walking along, face buried in some sort of book. Then, a quiet chirping before a zip of fiery color darted out from the backpack the male wore.

With what she could only assume was a displeased expression, the man closed his book and took after a tiny phoenix... only to run face first into a rather tall and wide tree. The fox cocked its head to the side, wondering how someone, even a clumsy and thin looking human such as the male in front of her, could miss the giant evergreen. The male even wore shaded circular objects on his head that symbolised the reading ornaments some souls carried with them to the afterlife. This observation only made the fox wonder further.

Then the tiny phoenix chirped, and landed on the man’s nose, setting a few red-orange hair aflame, a situation he quickly remedied with a handful of wet dirt and a slight scowl. He then spoke to the little bird.

The slender white fox jumped down from it’s perch on a high root, padding over to the flame haired man and tiny bird. With a few soft yips, it hoped to catch his attention before rubbing its body against his side. A cold wet nose would poke at his right hand, pushing it up and onto it’s face before nuzzling into the hand of the man. Another yip sounded as pale yellow-green eyes looked up at the deeper leafy green colored eyes of the human man. The little fox gave a yip once more, this time sounding almost indignant before a tiny pink tongue poked out to lick his soft, but albeit earthen flavored, hand.