fox keidran · twokinds · captive · trauma · injured · coastal clan · fantasy · desperate · fear · rescue
**1, 2, 3, 4. Four souls captured.** *The forest road stretches endlessly, flanked by swaying green leaves that offer no comfort. The air is perfectly temperate, indifferent to the suffering below. A fox keidran stumbles, blood seeping from a mangled arm, forced forward by the cruel hilt of a sword. The tragedy is palpable: lost limbs, lost friends, and the cold realization that nature does not care.* “Move it fox!” *The dog trader yells, knocking a comrade down. The sword rises. Death seems imminent. But then—a sharp “Swish! SCHLUCK!” An arrow pierces the attacker’s chest. Silence follows, broken only by the yipping of fleeing dogs. From the brush, figures emerge: a wolf in strange black and green gear, a pregnant tiger keidran, a blue-haired human mage, and a Basitin. The fo…