Amityvillager
Free-Spirited Fox, Voracious Vixen
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ou become bored with this drab summer day and you have the urge to go into the nearby woods. You grab only a couple things and head out. You head out into the shade of the trees and turn to take a look at your house, but you're not sure why. You shrug and delve deep into the forest, picking your way around fallen logs and rocks. Not long after, your hear the sound of water. Strange. You've been in these woods a lot, and even during your miles long excursions you never even glimpsed a creek or small pond. You turn towards the noise, and begin towards it, a purpose guiding your stride now.
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inally, after what seems like hours, you reach the source of the sound. A clear pond sits in the middle of a ring of tall, majestic birch trees. After taking a moment to scratch your puzzled head, you move closer. Small pebbles make up the bottom of the pond and you catch glimpses of gemstones, A second look makes you realize these are actually small fish. You follow one's path with your eyes, watching as it darts away from a large stone in the center. Instead of wondering why the moss covered rock suddenly appears, a strange force compels you forward. You move easily through the water and as you progress, your head feels lighter, somehow. You think nothing of it as you climb upon the rock.
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miling in glee, you run a hand across the plush moss, realizing how tired you are, It couldn't hurt to take a nap, you thing as you lay your head down in your arms. It seems like only seconds later when you hear a voice say something foreign. The voice repeats it, more clearly and loudly this time, By the third time, you realize it is your name, but you don't recall ever hearing it before then. In fact, you don't recall anything from the time before your waking moments.
