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 Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 10:30 pm
 Oracle glared into the air, a look of utter annoyance on his features. His fur was mangled, his bells and earrings lusterless, and his blindfold limp against his cheek, kept from being blown away by his ear. And as if his appearance wasn’t bad enough, he had a blasted tree on top of him, too.
Why, it had all started like it normally did. He woke up in the morning, he yawned, he went about his business. But then, of course, a vision came. It was startling – he had seen himself trip and fall off the edge of a cliff, which caused the mound of boulders he had been perched upon to clamber and fall. By a stroke of luck, they didn’t hit him, but instead caused a tree to break and fall, crushing his leg.
He winced at the thought, shaking his head as the vision subsided, and making a note for himself to keep away from cliffs. As he did so, panic shot through him. The ground had disappeared from beneath his paws, and he suddenly realized that he had been so distracted with his futuristic sight that he had failed to notice it had been happening to him at that very moment. Why, the vision from his “gifted” eye and the vision from his normal one had been so similar he hadn’t even noticed he was still walking.
The irony of it failed to amuse him as it usually did. He didn’t think anything would amuse him when the life of his leg was slowly being sucked out. The tree was above his right hind foot, kept from smashing it completely by a boulder holding up its other end. His left hind foot was, unfortunately, stuck under him. It wasn’t under the tree, but still. It was bent awkwardly, and occasionally bombarded him with spasms of pain, but that was okay. It had subsided to dull pain by the end of the night. And his tail? Didn’t feel anything at all.
He had scrabbled with his free forepaws, as the gouges before him suggested. But moving his hind legs caused such pain that his vision turned black around the edges and, in the end, he had decided that staying still and slowly starving to death may not be such a bad idea after all. Two days after, he still thought the same. He had spat and hissed at any who tried to help, his pride and ego as large as it ever was.
And he still couldn’t believe he had been so stupid.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 10:50 pm
 Starpelt wandered about, minding her own business. But then again, how could she do anything else when there wasn't another fox in sight. There were little vermin of course, but she just couldn't see herself trying to communicate with them. They wouldn't even understand if she were foolish enough to even attempt that foolish act. She respected nature, and everything in it, but she wasn't that devoted.
It wasn't long before she'd wandered within hearing range of two other foxes. She would've approached them, if they didn't seem so deep into their conversation. She merely smiled lightly before starting off again, but not before they said this:
"Hey, did you hear? There's this fox o'er yonder. He's stuck under a bunch of boulders, but oddly enough he won't accept anyone's offer to help. What a stubborn old chap."
The first fox had said, but Starpelt hadn't stayed to hear the rest. Her first instinct was screaming out at her to go help this fox, but something told her that she'd regret that choice. There was only one other that she knew that would refuse help even in that situation. The odds of it being him weren't that high, but there was still a chance... Shaking her head at how ridiculous she was being she set off in the direction of the cliff. She just had to help anyway.
It seemed that her suspicions were confirmed when she saw the familiar black pelt under a mass of pale white. Obviously boulders. "Didn't think I'd see you again so soon.", she said as soon as she was close enough to Oracle for him to hear her. "Will you accept my help or not? I won't push you if you don't want it.", she merely continued with narrowed eyes, not waiting for him to reply. Helping him was something that she had to do, but given who he was she'd gladly leave without remorse if he were to reject it.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 11:20 pm
"Oh, just who I was looking for! The goddess of uselessness," Oracle sneered after his initial shock at seeing the herbs goddess. He attempted to look as fine and regal as he had been the first time they had met (or at least, that was how he had percieved himself) but the days of nothing but hunger and pain had taken his toll on him. There were dark rings under his eyes and each word was accompanied with a harsh breath. His words came cracked and broken -- an unfortunate side-effect of being without water -- and his cheekbones and ribs showed clearly despite his dark fur.
But depite that, despite all that, he couldn't show an ounce of weakness. Not to her.
"I don't need your help," he spat, the fur along his neck bristling feebly.
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