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Requiem was ready to take another turn in the dungeon dimension, but as he approached the door he saw there was someone else there....wait...maybe two someones? A someone and a something with it?

Thinking he'd wait until later he spun quickly to leave...too quickly...and too wide. He encountered a door handle nose first, and yelped. It echoed down the hallway.

Covering his abused nose with a paw he didn't notice the door opening until something spoke. Requiem dropped to the ground, giving startled eyes to the.....other phox?

Looking up at them his eyes got even wider, somehow. The phox was GORGEOUS! His jaw dropped open slightly staring for far longer than was polite. He was looking into eyes the blue of the sky- clear and bright, like a summers day. They had wings, and brought to mind the images of those the Humans called "Angels".....wait...they were a Cherub! With lovely white fluff giving way to rainbow hues. Their pelt was dark as the night, spattered with rainbow markings. Their tails were brilliantly fluffy, both of them. Ears white as waves capping the oceans waves. And again, their eyes......

The silence stretched on, before he swallowed hard and realized they'd spoken to him. But to save his life he couldn't remember what had been said. "Gorgeous. Requiem. Hi. Am. I." Now his eyes were dinner plates and white showed all around. He'd spoken- but not in prose! Or in order! Still on the ground he simply covered his eyes with his paws....maybe this strange dungeon would take pity on him and let the ground swallow him up!

His ears twitched as the other phox spoke, but aside from that he stayed absolutely still. First because he was hoping desperately that he had not just made *that much* of a fool of himself. Then it was to hear their voice. Hearing them call him "Gorgeous Requiem" they winced before returning to stillness. But the word "corpses" finally penetrated his embarassment-hazed brain. He looked up at the other phox, peeking between his paws.

The vision he saw was confusing to say the least. The phox seemed excited about the corpses....or, possibly canabalistic?

Swallowing hard he had absolutely no intention of speaking. Then he heard himself say in an oddly high pitched voice "Are you going to eat me?"

Again, it wasn't poetry....he just spoke. His eyes went wide, the whites showing all the way around. His breath came in short little pants as he stared up at the other phox. Who was somehow no less gorgeous. It was an odd way to go, but at least it wasn't as bad as it could've been. Death was quite lovely.