Wednesday, December 4, 2013

The Fox Girl: Chapter 2

"Big blue eyes, pointy nose, chasing mice and digging holes," Samuel heard Jayde sing.
"NOOOO!!!!" Samuel almost screamed.
"Samuel! You almost scared the foxes!" Jayde whispered as they ate the berries on the nearby bushes with the foxes. Samuel was just about to practice the Harlem Shake when the foxes were on the move, which meant that they were going to have to follow them. That was when Samuel notices something different about Jayde. She now had scarlet orange hair, which wasn't usual. Jayde usually had brown hair. But how can I tell her without offending her? he wondered. But Jayde was too busy following the foxes to notice.
"AWOOOO!!!!!!" the foxes howled. They were on the move.
"Samuel, do not start doing the Harlem Shake until we get close enough," Jayde whispered as the dashed through the woods, closer to the foxes. Now Samuel notices that Jayde's ears were on top of her head poking through her hair, but they looked like fox ears. Samuel burst out laughing.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!?!?!?!?" Jayde screamed as the foxes looked at her with interest. Jayde jumped out of the bush that she was hiding in and tackled Samuel as the foxes walked closer and closer.
"J-J-J-J-Jayde? V-V-V-VICIOUS FOXES ARE WALKING TOWARD US!!!!" Samuel screamed. Jayde turned around, noticing that Samuel was saying the truth for once. But before her very eyes, the foxes didn't attack her, but they didn't seem too happy to see Samuel.
"Lady Jayde, you have found us," an elderly fox said, transforming into a human. The rest of the foxes did as well. All of the girls wore dresses and the men wore pants and a shirt, but they all had fox fur where it would be, and no tails.
"You do not know it, but your father was the lord of our pack, and your mother died in childbirth," the man continued.
"I will listen to what you have to say," Jayde said like she was in a trance.
"You father, Lord Youd, married your mother after he rescued her from a forest fire. But unfortunately, she died when she had you. Our pack was struggling to stop some men that were going to cut down the woods to make houses and skyscrapers for a big city. He knew that it wasn't a good time to raise his only daughter. Of course, the battle started surprisingly when our pack's defences were weak, and you got into their care. Your father was so crushed by the loss that he died the day after. And we've been looking for you ever since then. So you see, you are a fox hybrid, just like us," the man finished. Jayde's eyes widened. So that's why her 'parents' never told her where she had come from or stalled whenever she asked. Her father was the leader of the fox hybrids, and they didn't want her to find out! Now she knew who her real parents were, where she had come from, why she had a love for foxes, EVERYTHING!!!
"Finally, I understand! But what about Samuel?" Jayde asked.
"He is an intruder. He will threaten our woods," the man said sternly.
"He's my friend. We were researching foxes for our research project and we followed you to get some information," Jayde said. The man seemed stunned, then returned to his good-looking posture and said,
"Of course. The gaurds will show you to the magicmaker, who will teach you how to use your powers, what they are, and how to control them." Wether Jayde liked it or not, she was going to learn how to be a proper fox hybrid.

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