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Kitsune.
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Echoe
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Male
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Echoe watched as the moon’s light laced through the leaves overhead, flashing and shifting as he walked. The path before him was brightly illuminated by the full moon, leaving Echoe to think less about the route and more about enjoying the stroll. He shook his fur, fluffing it up against the autumnal breeze that suddenly rushed through the trees. He had been looking forward to the Halloween celebration for weeks, and tonight was finally the night; the sky was clear, the clouds parting to reveal the full moon as if they knew the Ryerkols below were celebrating. Echoe was lost in thought, imagining the sorts of sweets, crafts, and company that awaited him. He hadn’t met with many of the Ryerkols in his pack for months, and bobbing for apples was his favori-
crack. Echo’s ears shot up, angling quickly towards the sound of the snapped branch. Suddenly, the woods were thrown into darkness, the moon and stars becoming shrouded in thick gray clouds. Before Echoe’s eyes could adjust, a peel of lightning filled the forest with a hot white light, and Echoe watched as a pair of eyes stared directly back at him. As the darkness returned, Echo heard a thin voice call out, “Help me, please, help me…” Ears pricked, Echoe followed the voice as it continued to plead; it wasn’t difficult to follow, the forest was now quite silent. Squinting, he saw the Ryerkol a few leaps ahead, pale and almost… wispy, treading so lightly it almost seemed not to be walking… Echoe followed nonetheless, calling out for the Ryer to stop. The fog-when had it gotten so foggy?- began to thicken, wrapping around Echoe’s limbs and pushing the stranger farther and farther out of his view. Where was he? The forest around him was foreign, all towering black trees and thick fog. There was nothing distinguishing amongst the woods here. Echoe’s heart beat faster and faster as he realized he was far from any civilization, lost in this endless forest. Panicked, he began to call out, “Hello? Is anyone there? Please, I’m lost…”
After wandering for what felt like hours, Echoe heard the crack of fallen tree limbs, and before him was the stranger. The Ryerkol was crouched, facing away from Echoe in a dip in the ground, surrounded by trees. “Oh! Thank goodness you’re here, I’ve been lost and wandering f-” Echoe was now just above the stranger, watching now as its form wavered at the corners, incorporeal. The stranger turned, and Echoe recoiled as the creature's empty face looked at him. It’s head had only eyes, red and blank, which bore into Echoe’s. He roared and attempted to turn and flee, but the ghost’s eyes seemed to pin him to the dirt. Echoe’s eyes closed and he drifted into unconsciousness…
Echoe woke in a strange hollow to having been asleep for 3 days and 3 nights, clearly missing all Halloween celebrations.
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