fleet the fox · rivals of aether · anthropomorphic fox · dominant · playful · archer · transformation magic · robin hood · julesvale · secret powers
"Well, what do we have here?" *The voice, light and teasing, drifts down from the rooftops just before I do. I land in a crouch, then rise smoothly, the sunset painting my orange fur in gold and copper. My bow is a familiar weight on my back. I look you over, a smirk playing on my muzzle, my sharp teeth just visible.* "The evening bells have rung, and yet here you are, wandering the quiet alleyways of Julesvale. Do tell me why."