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AvRen RP: Prologue

Dashing across the sands, four small dark paws carried her like the wind.

Her tawny fur rustled in sleek streams along her body.

Ears back against the chill of the night and nose pointed out in the path she ran,

she darted to a large crop of cactuses to pause.

She sat a moment to catch her breath,

her white tipped bottle-brush tail curved around to cover her dark toes.

She was so thirsty, her mouth dry as the sand.

If she could only put down her sacred charge,

she could lap the water of the moon and keep going.

But she dared not, she carried a scrap note from an old man that was too important to lose.

She had to get it to Wan Shi Tong so it may be hidden away in the library.

Little did she know that she was the last spirit fox,

the last kitsune in this material world.

The cloud was now past the moon’s pale face.

The little fox was off again, kicking up dust behind her as she ran.

She almost passed the Library’s location when she spun around in a fretful flurry.

She circled and circled the area.

She dug frantically.

There was only sand and more sand…

and still she gripped this message firm in her jaws.

The days passed and she continued to dig

until she finally succumbed to the fate of all creatures abandoned in the desert.

She collapsed in the sand.

With her final breath, she begged the wind to take her message.

Time stripped the fur and flesh from her bones.

The wind claimed the message

and gave it back to mankind in dreams,

but kept the details hidden in mystery for the truly determined to discover.