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"Uh... H-Hello? I-Is someone in here?" the vixen stuttered, her eyes darting through the darkness. Her suspicions would be confirmed as she spotted a dim silhouette peek out through the curtains of darkness. The closer it came, the clearer its shape would become. She could already see a set of pointed ears perking over its head with the company of a long pointed maw, much like her own. No doubt it was a fox by the way it looked and even walked. Despite having a clearer vision of its appearance, she could not shake away a sort of eerie sensation about it. Maybe hearing its voice would be enough to assure and calm her about this stranger?
"Oh, uh, hi there! A-Are you from one of the guilds, maybe?" She questioned, a large sheepish grin forming upon her features as she waved her paw quiverously. She would be responded with the opposite of what she had hoped for. Her ears drooped down, though she kept her head up as she hung on to what little courage she had left. Just in case, she held her paws up to ready herself for a possible fight.
"N-Not much of a talker, are ya...? Uh... Well, would you at least tell me where the explorers are at?" She continued to question the fox like creature. Again, silence was her only answer. She was beginning to feel a tad annoyed by it. Her maw would gape to retort at the silent fox, though it quickly shut as more revealed themselves from the shadows and moved around her. Up until now she never knew she could be capable of feeling so claustrophobic.
“Oh, yay. You brought friends…” She mumbled, raising her fists some more until they were held against her chest. Sheepishness, once again, took over her features as she tried to keep a watchful eye over each fox.
Suddenly they all held their paws up in unison, all signaling towards the taller vixen as their fangs began to pierce through their lips mockingly. Dawn’s eyes would widen at their familiar poses. The way they surrounded her and made her feel small. The way they pointed and laughed. For a moment she was certain she was back at her old village.
The children made no sound. They barely even moved out of their positions, though she could feel them circling around her, and laughing. The names they called her and accusations placed upon her all ran through her skull as if she could hear it coming from them.
They weakened her stance until she was on her knees, struggling to hold herself up with her arms. “N-No… Sh-Shut up! I’m not…!” She cried, trying to reach for her staff as she had dropped it.
They all pointed at her, smiles forming upon their faces almost as if they were laughing. They produced no sound, though she could almost make up exactly what they were saying in her head. It was all too familiar.
Energy built up around her, heating the cold dungeon air in the form of a bright yellowish light before she bellowed.
“No! I’m not a witch!”
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