A f(riend)ox in need!
@lackofoxxygen
Oh! He’s missed father’s day!
Gregg’s father was one of two sacks of garbage in the parental line. A shame. The fox sadly doesn’t have time to curse his parents out or he’d spend an hour doing so under his breath... or at the top of his lungs. Who’d stop him, really? Not a damn person, that’s who, he hardly know’s where he is! The forest bordering Xalphina, probably... he saw some flashy magical stuff earlier. That’s enough to convince him of his whereabouts for now, at least. He’s been searching the forests for dry leaves he can bundle up into sacks he totally got legally.
These past few days have gone well! He’s been ignoring the voice that sounds all too close to Angus for his liking. Chances are obtaining the lamp oil is going to be... twice as hard though. He doesn’t have the dust for it and that leads to only ONE suggestion.
Gregg is gonna fucking steal it obviously he still hasn’t gotten word back on whether or not the weed he took to the queen was good. He’s definitely not going to resort to just stabbing the hand this time, that wasn’t good enough for protection - it felt small and ineffective. Fire, though... fire is always painful. The question is from who? Where? Which kingdom could have the most? How much is eno--
A rustle of leaves. A few twigs snap.
A fucking knife directly in his back.
He knows the blade, sharp - but still dull... it’s fucking wooden! The pain forces Gregg to reflex and slam his elbow directly into his assailants face. He turns to see just who the fucker is when he comes face to face... with his face. Made of purple mist and not a lot of details, but it’s impossible to miss the fact that he just got stabbed by himself. He’s got the knife in his back still, and now’s a good time as any to fucking hoof it. Adrenaline pumping and confusion dawning on him, he’s not taking anymore time to question anything; the fox knows he’s gotta get a fucking move on. Xalphina may have an issue with his kingdom but he doesn’t have a choice in this moment, all he can do is run for the nearest bit of civilization and hope to god anyone can help.
Here’s hoping that leather he’s got on didn’t let the blade slip in too deeply. Bleeding is already one worry, he can’t spare the time to think about what else might happen. If this is a show of what’s to come, he’ll get the oil immediately after this has blown over -- if he survives.