Vixen
Neko, Vixen, jailbait
Intro: Dead Silent
Silence. The blessed gift from the universe. However, silence leads to loneliness. That is something Leon knew well. Loneliness is a disease that seeps into the soul and leads to death, he thought with a growing sadness.
Leon stood from where he was crouched. The landscape of Cyrodiil loomed before him. He had always believed it would appear different than Blackmarsh, having heard stories of mountains and snow, and even stories about great dragons, but what he saw looked just like his home. Leon's ears pushed forward slightly as he heard the rustle of footsteps coming his way. He crouched down once more, and moved his shaggy black hair from his eyes. A man and a woman quickly approached where Leon watched.
The woman was the first to speak. "Gorath said he had seen something over here earlier. Said it looked like a fox."
"Bah! He's a crazy old man anyway it was probably just a rabbit." The man responded.
"Gorath isn't crazy, he's just old." The woman looked displeased as she spoke and pressed her lips together.
Leon leaped silently from the ground to a low hanging branch and waited for the strange hunters to leave. He had never seen anything like them. One possessed green skin and large bottom teeth, the female had blonde hair and was petite. Leon smirked. She reminded him of someone he once knew... He blinked and shook his head. Memories aren't meant to be lingered upon.
He moved his gaze to where the two once stood to find him alone once more. Leon sighed and dropped to the ground. He headed north towards the town known as Cheydinhal.
Silence. The blessed gift from the universe. However, silence leads to loneliness. That is something Leon knew well. Loneliness is a disease that seeps into the soul and leads to death, he thought with a growing sadness.
Leon stood from where he was crouched. The landscape of Cyrodiil loomed before him. He had always believed it would appear different than Blackmarsh, having heard stories of mountains and snow, and even stories about great dragons, but what he saw looked just like his home. Leon's ears pushed forward slightly as he heard the rustle of footsteps coming his way. He crouched down once more, and moved his shaggy black hair from his eyes. A man and a woman quickly approached where Leon watched.
The woman was the first to speak. "Gorath said he had seen something over here earlier. Said it looked like a fox."
"Bah! He's a crazy old man anyway it was probably just a rabbit." The man responded.
"Gorath isn't crazy, he's just old." The woman looked displeased as she spoke and pressed her lips together.
Leon leaped silently from the ground to a low hanging branch and waited for the strange hunters to leave. He had never seen anything like them. One possessed green skin and large bottom teeth, the female had blonde hair and was petite. Leon smirked. She reminded him of someone he once knew... He blinked and shook his head. Memories aren't meant to be lingered upon.
He moved his gaze to where the two once stood to find him alone once more. Leon sighed and dropped to the ground. He headed north towards the town known as Cheydinhal.
