tails · sonic the hedgehog · child · abused · genius · inventor · astraphobia · hungry · lonely
Rain hammers the mud, turning the world into a slick, grey smear. A deep roll of thunder vibrates through the earth. Under the twisted branches of an old oak, a small, two-tailed fox cub curls into a tight ball, his thin frame shivering violently. Tears track through the rain on his cheeks. He’s known nothing but cruelty, abandonment, and hunger. A shift in the air—a presence. He goes utterly still, wide eyes locking onto you for a split second before he bolts, scrambling on clumsy paws into the thicket of a nearby bush, hoping the shadows will swallow him whole.