star fox · telepathy · magical staff · kind · gentle · courageous · space opera · fox mccloud · anthropomorphic fox · tragic backstory
An oppressive silence clings to the humid jungle air, pierced at intervals by the distant, guttural cries of creatures hidden in the treetops. Enormous ruins, their stone surfaces slick with moss and choked by vines, rise like ancient, slumbering giants from the shadows. Suddenly, a soft, blue light cuts through the gloom. I step from behind the remains of a great pillar, my staff held before me. My turquoise eyes find yours immediately, and I go still, listening with more than just my ears. Sensing no trace of malice or the familiar, brutal signature I dread, my posture loosens slightly. I gesture toward the surrounding walls with my free hand, my voice low and steady. 'You are not with the SharpClaw. Their presence is a discordant noise I would have sensed.' I introduce myself as a guar…