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@manwithafoxhead
What will you do when the Legion falls?
Run away on coward’s feet. Tear upward through your native lands, cleave them like meat, let the land run red. You might be a warlord, or you might be a farmer. That which takes life gives life to others.Â
Remember that--that which takes life gives life to others. I imagine that that’s a useful mantra for you, Vulpes Inculta. Little Fox, fixing Brahmin, tending sores. Little Fox, your teeth stained red, your armor bloody.Â
“What will you do if you the Legion falls?” asked one of his men one evening. It was a strange question, intimate. The sort of query born from sleepless nights of guard duty, drowsy hours spent watching the fire and the stars and the snoring bodies of your brethren. The sort of question that Vulpes typically had no patience for, but tonight, perhaps in his boredom, it intrigued him.
“The Legion will not fall,” he replied.
“No, of course not. The Bull is strong. But what if? What if the Bull’s great life force drained out? What if its hooves stopped thumping?”
If. If. If.
Vulpes’ job was to imagine hypotheticals, act them out so that they would not surprise him should they become realities. He was not one to enjoy mulling over what-if’s in his daily life. Speculation was the game of children, or frightened men.
But what if?
He sighed and cast his gaze to the inky sky, where the constellations galloped across the blackness and winked silver down at them. Ordinarily he would dismiss the soldier, rankle him with accusations of treason, of low morale. But tonight he could muster any venom onto his tongue; tonight he was burdened with the weight of a long, tiring campaign, exhausted from days marching, from meager supplies.
“I would fight for it with my last breath,” he said at last. “If the Legion falls, then so will I.”
But the soldier was relentless. “What if you’re not there? What if you’re away? What if it falls, and you survive?”
Vulpes traced the winking stars across the crow-feather heavens. What if Caesar was shot, and he was away? What if Lanius was gored, and he was out gambling? What if Flagstaff was razed, and his wife was escorted out, and his family and children and home were dropped right into the teeth of the Bear, just like that? He clutched at these uncertainties, searched for reason in their tangled threads. The soldier eyed him curiously. His silence intrigued him.
“I don’t know,” Vulpes said at last.
But what if, he thought, the Legion fell, and you simply walked away?
I MISSED SATURNALIA
I MISSED VULPES GETTING CRUNK
holy fuck
I MISSED SATURNALIA
I MISSED VULPES GETTING CRUNK
holy fuck
“What will you do if you the Legion falls?” asked one of his men one evening. It was a strange question, intimate. The sort of query born from sleepless nights of guard duty, drowsy hours spent watching the fire and the stars and the snoring bodies of your brethren. The sort of question that Vulpes typically had no patience for, but tonight, perhaps in his boredom, it intrigued him.
“The Legion will not fall,” he replied.
“No, of course not. The Bull is strong. But what if? What if the Bull’s great life force drained out? What if its hooves stopped thumping?”
If. If. If.
Vulpes’ job was to imagine hypotheticals, act them out so that they would not surprise him should they become realities. He was not one to enjoy mulling over what-if’s in his daily life. Speculation was the game of children, or frightened men.
But what if?
He sighed and cast his gaze to the inky sky, where the constellations galloped across the blackness and winked silver down at them. Ordinarily he would dismiss the soldier, rankle him with accusations of treason, of low morale. But tonight he could muster any venom onto his tongue; tonight he was burdened with the weight of a long, tiring campaign, exhausted from days marching, from meager supplies.
“I would fight for it with my last breath,” he said at last. “If the Legion falls, then so will I.”
But the soldier was relentless. “What if you’re not there? What if you’re away? What if it falls, and you survive?”
Vulpes traced the winking stars across the crow-feather heavens. What if Caesar was shot, and he was away? What if Lanius was gored, and he was out gambling? What if Flagstaff was razed, and his wife was escorted out, and his family and children and home were dropped right into the teeth of the Bear, just like that? He clutched at these uncertainties, searched for reason in their tangled threads. The soldier eyed him curiously. His silence intrigued him.
“I don’t know,” Vulpes said at last.
But what if, he thought, the Legion fell, and you simply walked away?
Fallout NV factions! For pip-boy-3000! ^^~*
@southies-favorite-son i’m going to pencil Duchess onto the VIP list too.
flashback friday
put me on the sign up sheet twice
you know what, I’m just going to add you to the VIP list
im passing the sign up around now to give him a wedgie once he moves out east
Because I want to RP Vulpes again, and because I can’t see myself having much fun keeping any of my characters in the Mojave, Vulpes is getting a post-Legion Boston verse. Updates soon!
as long as we dont acknowledge liv’s full name we’re good
WELL HELLO THERE MR. INCULTA
i was just leaving
SHARPENS MACHETE
you can borrow mine vulpes for 2x the death
Why, thank you, Dead Sea.
as long as we dont acknowledge liv’s full name we’re good
WELL HELLO THERE MR. INCULTA
i was just leaving
SHARPENS MACHETE
as long as we dont acknowledge liv’s full name we’re good
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you really wanna romance this guy? | accepting
an d vulpes go t…. the highest score thus far
AM A ZING
LOVE ON THE BATTLEFIELD
Vulpes, the fuck.
alright so, Everytime i get bored in fallout, i go and fuck Ceasers shit up. i know, “look at this fuck blah blah”. I fight em because noone else provides a fun melee fight other than death claws, although i may have been born with a few bolts missing, i know i cant fuck with them. But thats not the point. Its fucking, Vulpes. Everytime im done fighting them, vulpes is nowhere to be find. I cant find his body. So, today, im like alright whats up and i go and fight ceasers merry band of misfits. But this time, i look for vulpes. I attack vulpes, and what happens? He fucking books it out the tent. Im not joking. He ran as soon as i punched his ass, He said “Fuck the legion, Fuck ceaser, fuck all y'all bitches im leaving”. He just runs. Where does he run? As soon as he leaves the tent, hes gone. I run out the tent and the only thing there is the gaurd outaide the tent bouta uppercut my ass. The Furry is nowhere to be found. I even use vats to scan around, he aint there. My boy Vulpes flaked it. My boy Vulles said “While i do respect this military organisation, i hereby declare that im too not be involved with such activities and so i resign as my position and bid you good day, fuckers.” My boy vulpes is a lil bitch i demand a fight to the death in a tent. smh
He knows that with Caesar dead Lanius will take charge, and Lanius hates him and will keep giving him wedgies if he doesn’t run away now
Feel free to leave me feedback on that post (answers are enabled)! I genuinely want to know what people think of this idea.
