The small Fennec Fox found himself curled into a ball inside of some sort of egg like structure. What the hell is this? He thought to himself. He tried pushing but it wouldn't budge. Part of him wanted to stay and enjoy the darkness, but he didn't particularly want to be all closed up in a ball. Angrily he bit and scratched at the walls, after much effort the wall came down and he tumbled out clumsily. "FUCK!" He exclaimed at the surprisingly hard ground below him. At least it was cold and dark. "Hmm.. What to do... He thought out loud.. He yawned loudly.. Well.. I guess i could sleep. The small creature curled into a ball and put his tail over his eyes and soon went off to sleep.



@Astaroth

Astaroth had fallen asleep quickly, the fight and the blood lost from his wound had wearied him greatly, when he heard the resounding CRACK! of a nearby chrysalis breaking open he barely was aroused until he heard the new creature speak Get up, greet the newbie, pass out. He told himself though when he neared to the chrysalis, seeing the little fennec curled up asleep among the shards of his chrysalis. He nudged him gently, trying to stir the little creature

"Speech"
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tags: @Aceus
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The small creature groaned at the sensation of someone attempting to awaken him. He was enjoying a quick nap after the work of getting out of that chrysalis. God damn it... Right as I fall asleep someone has to come along and ruin my sweet sweet peace. He lifts his tail and his eyes fly open. As he stands he lays eyes on the sight of the beautiful wolf that was waking him. He tries to talk but unlike his usual self, he is nervous and he feels a warm odd feeling.
There is but one thing that is clear in this moment, Berith's small brain screaming at him. Mate. Mate. MY Mate. Beautiful Mate.
Unable to ignore his mind he walks closer to the wolf but remains silent bending over in somewhat of a bow.

Astaroth looked at the little fox and instantly was at a loss for words, a strange thing for him, one that would come up with entire speeches and responses for anything before a conversation even started. "H...Hi" He said, ever aware of being in such a terrible shape with his injury, with it still slightly bleeding he must look horrible. "Who... um... did you just emerge?" The fox was... adorable, in a way he couldn't really place but that he felt oddly connected to it since he laid his eyes on it... it wasn't a maternal or even brotherly interest though it was something... different that he really couldn't explain. Seeing the shards of the kit's chrysalis around him answered the wolf's question easily. "Well... I suppose I should give you a name... I... I'll call you Berith, Rith for short."

"Speech"
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tags: @Aceus
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Berith looks up enjoying the sound of both the name and the nickname in his ears. "He.. Hey" He stuttered softly, looking at the wolf made him feel as if he were in a trance. "I like the sound of Berith. Rith sounds.. odd however.." He growls softly at the wolfs constant gaze at him. "Sounds like some kind of lisp.. kind of annoying.."
Berith couldn't help but watch the wolfs every movement, even just the slight move when he talked there was something about him. And the voice in the back of his head was still violently screaming out "mate" as if his whole body knew exactly what his eyes could see. The voice of the wolf in general was soft but crisp, it made the small fox swoon.

Astaroth's face felt warm when he said this, he was glad he had fur since if he didn't his face would have been red. "Um... ok." He said, shifting his weight from foot to foot, he was acutely aware of every little imperfection, his splayed paw, the still-bleeding cut across his face. Every little thing rang out in his mind as Not good enough. Why are you even thinking of trying? He looked at the fox forlornly, trying to see what the little creature thought of him. He couldn't tell, he could normally tell exactly what one was thinking by watching their body language but he couldn't concentrate a he looked at the kit, his eyes shifted from his long ears, along his torso and to the long fluffy tail. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts a little.
"Speaking."
Thoughts.

Berith could basically feel the disappointment from the wolf hearing his reaction and oddly enough he felt bad. It felt as if someone had hit his heart and actually managed to leave a small indent. Despite the bushy fur he could tell that the wolf was blushing even, Embarrassed? Maybe? No, not this gorgeous creature Berith thought at it. But the reason he saw the blushing was due to a scratch on the wolfs eye, obviously in need of a clean. "I'm.. I didn't mean to be rude... I.. It's alright if you call me that. But only you of course." Feeling extremely remorseful the small fox made a decision, "Here, come here." He said bounding closer to the handsome fox and licking his wound softly attempting to clean it to the best of his abilities.

Astaroth looked at Berith as he came over. "Ok, if you don't like it though I won't call you that." He tried to say this softly, as if he was afraid. When the fox came over to him and started licking his wound he instantly felt hot, as if all his blood had suddenly run from the rest of him and into his face. "W...What are you doing?" He said curiously, he wasn't sure how to feel about it, he liked him doing it, it felt good but still...
"Speaking."
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Berith sighed in relief, the nickname really bugged him. When Astaroth asked what Berith was doing he quickly stopped afraid that he had done something wrong while attempting to clean the wound. He soon realized however the wolf was blushing even more now, obviously highly embarrassed now, this made the small fox smirk at the response. Berith however was still embarrassed himself, he knew how he felt, he wasn't sure what it was but he knew it was a good feeling, not anything bad at all.
"Well... Um... I was just.. Cleaning the wound... You wouldn't want it to get infected.. Um.. How's you get it? It looks pretty nasty... Berith said stuttering, but not stuttering as much. He wanted to know how this wolf felt, Does he feel the same for me as i do for him? Or is it just something I am feeling. I want this wolf.. But... Does he want me too? The thoughts of a typical worried pup swirled through the wolfs head, Only this time, it wasn't confusion causing him to worry, it was an overtly high sense of joy.
"Do you want me not to?..." He asked worried that he might do something wrong.

"Oh... ok, I... I kinda like it, it feels good." He said, hoping that it didn't sound odd or anything. "And... I got it in a fight, with someone I thought was my friend... I actually had just started resting after it when I heard you emerge.... my name is Astaroth by the way." He said, his face still felt hot, to where he felt that if it was any hotter there would be flames licking out of his ears.

"Speaking."
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