Literature
Casting Magic Through Terror (Abandoned)
It was a dark autumn day, a lost brown fox traveled through the woods, its ears and tail tip colored a distinct cream-colored, its eyes a violet oh so deep. Though lost, the Fox’s complexion lacked any insecurities, it kept a powerful stride as they walked, but their confidence did not last for too long. Up ahead was the clear sight of some oddly colored cream limbs lying on the ground, but from the distance he was, the Fox had no clue what they were, so he simply walked closer to find out. It turned out the cream limbs were amazingly the tails of a local legend, the 9-tailed fox. The fox gasped in amazement and in horror, he had never seen such a rare sight before in his life, and he certainly did not expect to find it when lost in such a dense forest. He was unsure of how to react, but his pondering was not long-lasting, as simply from hearing the gasp, the legend began to awoke from their peaceful slumber. The fox yelped in shock and scrambled to find a hiding spot, dashing