- Jan 17, 2024
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*+:｡.｡ Duckshimmer blinked, mostly in part because of the twinge that comes with bumping one's sensitive nose against something.
The moistness in her eyes would dry in an instant when she looked up, finding that, on the other end of her little nose-boop...was a fox.
A Fox.
Duckshimmer liked to think - hoped for, really - that she was a fighter first and a shrinking fawn never. But when one is caught with one of their most sensitive areas - her fucking face - in direct line with a fox's deadliest weapon - it's fucking face - one tends to lose all train of thought. So Duckshimmer is frozen in place, forgetting everything she's ever been taught and has learned through her moons of experience in fighting to instead dumbly look upon one of Shadowclan's apex predators.
She feels its hot breath pull and push at her whiskers, reeking of an acrid smell that's...oddly enough quite familiar. She thinks of Chilledstar then, and feels a sudden urge to vomit. Before she can do that, pass out, or finally will herself to at least fight before her death, the fox takes the first initiative. Struck dumb, the woman can only watch as the fox's fiercely amber eyes, the color of a rare yellow moon (she's so close to it she can even see little flecks of brown and green) narrow in focus.
And opens its jaws.
A chasm of pink greets Duckshimmer. An endless cave flecked with dried blood between every jagged stalagmite and 'ctite that line the reeking walls of many a creature's last resting place. If Duckshimmer had the time to spare to think straight, she might've dizzily observed just how long the predator's mouth was. How many teeth the damn thing had. A tooth for every kill and then some, perhaps?
Instead, she has enough of a heartbeat to catch the glow of evening light's slow descent beyond the horizon. A beautiful amber that makes Shadowclan's dreary marshland positively glimmer. She isn't sure what fills her stomach more - gratitude that this is her last sight or dismay that she won't get to see any more of the day's glorious end.
A heartbeat later, Duckshimmer thoughtlessly wonders why it's taking the fox so long to snap its jaws shut around her head.
In an immediate answer, its teeth close with a resounding clack, before a fleshy pink tongue snaps out from its strained muzzle to lick at its chops.
Duckshimmer's head remains untouched as she stares back into its drowsy blink.
Duckshimmer remains alive as it languidly stretches before rising to its feet, looming over her petite frame with ease.
Duckshimmer is left in shock as she realizes, all too quickly, that the fox has yawned at her.
It yawned at her?
The audacity!
Thankfully, she manages to keep her ire under control as the fox jumps a few paces back - away from her and (hopefully) her approaching patrol. Stuck fast still in her unblinking crouch, the torbie point watches as the fox looks back at her, dull eyes not quite so ferocious without its expected killing intent. Where that intent had gone, exactly, lies plainly for anyone to see in the various frog and toad corpses scattered throughout the flattened reeds where the fox had been sleeping. Suddenly, Duckshimmer's memory returns to her, and she recalls having followed the scent of toad to a particularly pungent clump of marsh plants. Now, she realized, that the scent she had been following had been the various eaten and half-eaten corpses, blood and guts strewn about as a fat fox ate enough to satiate its hunger then ate greedily at only its favorite parts of the frogs.
The animal had been far too full to eat Duckshimmer, it seems. Perhaps even far too bloated to bother with the effort.
Tension popping, Duckshimmer promptly collapses onto her stomach, wheezing lightly as she catches a breath she hadn't taken in as many minutes as it took for her to see her life flash before her eyes, projected upon various jagged teeth.
"That...that was close" she whispers, a bubble of hysteria manifesting in a burst of giggles.
The fox, still a few meters away, twitched its ear.
The moistness in her eyes would dry in an instant when she looked up, finding that, on the other end of her little nose-boop...was a fox.
A Fox.
Duckshimmer liked to think - hoped for, really - that she was a fighter first and a shrinking fawn never. But when one is caught with one of their most sensitive areas - her fucking face - in direct line with a fox's deadliest weapon - it's fucking face - one tends to lose all train of thought. So Duckshimmer is frozen in place, forgetting everything she's ever been taught and has learned through her moons of experience in fighting to instead dumbly look upon one of Shadowclan's apex predators.
She feels its hot breath pull and push at her whiskers, reeking of an acrid smell that's...oddly enough quite familiar. She thinks of Chilledstar then, and feels a sudden urge to vomit. Before she can do that, pass out, or finally will herself to at least fight before her death, the fox takes the first initiative. Struck dumb, the woman can only watch as the fox's fiercely amber eyes, the color of a rare yellow moon (she's so close to it she can even see little flecks of brown and green) narrow in focus.
And opens its jaws.
A chasm of pink greets Duckshimmer. An endless cave flecked with dried blood between every jagged stalagmite and 'ctite that line the reeking walls of many a creature's last resting place. If Duckshimmer had the time to spare to think straight, she might've dizzily observed just how long the predator's mouth was. How many teeth the damn thing had. A tooth for every kill and then some, perhaps?
Instead, she has enough of a heartbeat to catch the glow of evening light's slow descent beyond the horizon. A beautiful amber that makes Shadowclan's dreary marshland positively glimmer. She isn't sure what fills her stomach more - gratitude that this is her last sight or dismay that she won't get to see any more of the day's glorious end.
A heartbeat later, Duckshimmer thoughtlessly wonders why it's taking the fox so long to snap its jaws shut around her head.
In an immediate answer, its teeth close with a resounding clack, before a fleshy pink tongue snaps out from its strained muzzle to lick at its chops.
Duckshimmer's head remains untouched as she stares back into its drowsy blink.
Duckshimmer remains alive as it languidly stretches before rising to its feet, looming over her petite frame with ease.
Duckshimmer is left in shock as she realizes, all too quickly, that the fox has yawned at her.
It yawned at her?
The audacity!
Thankfully, she manages to keep her ire under control as the fox jumps a few paces back - away from her and (hopefully) her approaching patrol. Stuck fast still in her unblinking crouch, the torbie point watches as the fox looks back at her, dull eyes not quite so ferocious without its expected killing intent. Where that intent had gone, exactly, lies plainly for anyone to see in the various frog and toad corpses scattered throughout the flattened reeds where the fox had been sleeping. Suddenly, Duckshimmer's memory returns to her, and she recalls having followed the scent of toad to a particularly pungent clump of marsh plants. Now, she realized, that the scent she had been following had been the various eaten and half-eaten corpses, blood and guts strewn about as a fat fox ate enough to satiate its hunger then ate greedily at only its favorite parts of the frogs.
The animal had been far too full to eat Duckshimmer, it seems. Perhaps even far too bloated to bother with the effort.
Tension popping, Duckshimmer promptly collapses onto her stomach, wheezing lightly as she catches a breath she hadn't taken in as many minutes as it took for her to see her life flash before her eyes, projected upon various jagged teeth.
"That...that was close" she whispers, a bubble of hysteria manifesting in a burst of giggles.
The fox, still a few meters away, twitched its ear.
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The fox remains a safe distance away to be gawked at by the shadowclanners! I thought it'd be a fun thread to explore a rare chance to see a deadly creature as close as possible!
This is preferably a no-angst thread, but if you want y/c to attack, feel free! Just keep in mind IC consequences as fat foxes are still probably mean foxes <3
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GENERAL:
⚜ Duckshimmer
⚜ DFAB— She/Her — Bisexual
⚜ 30 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
⚜ Mother to Singepaw, Swallowpaw and Sneezepaw
⚜ Shadowclan — Warrior
COMBAT:
⚜Physically hard | mentally hard
⚜ Attack in bold #ffa98f
injuries: None currently
