end of days

RIP Fox · May 02, 2016, 08:53 PM

"Fuckity fuck fuck FUCK!" Fox continued, feeling a bit like somebody was repeatedly stabbing her in the face. She could barely hear over the buzzing of the bugs, let alone her own wailing, moaning, and complaining. The distinct smell of blood—her blood—began to make its way toward her nose, and suddenly Fox realized that what was just a bug in her eye was a little bit more severe than that.

"Oh fuck," she said, horror washing over her face (along with the rivulets of blood on the right). She had no choice but to follow the stranger, something that made her insides scream "NO!" a thousand times over. Her left eye was squinting just enough so she could keep track of the other's figure, while the right was shut as tight as she could make it. A glance downward revealed that her front right paw was covered in blood, too.

The only thing Fox wanted right now was to be back at home with Peregrine and her children.