Noxeon
Eon was not a fan of living in the swamplands. Not that he had been here for long, but it felt like it had been forever. His normally sparkling coat was filthy with mud and dirt, and it seemed impossible to groom himself back to his natural alluring state. Unfortunately, that's the price he would have to pay if he wanted to stay here. Here, as bad as it was, was better than being alone.
Long bunny-like ears, perhaps a strange feature for a fox would perk up as he heard a stone bang on wood. His attention would avert to the noise, azure gaze falling onto two individuals he did not recognize. That didn't surprise him, he hadn't been here long, after all, and hadn't gotten to know many of the residents of Tanglewood yet.
He approached the pair curiously, three galaxy-dusted tails swinging behind him. "hello there." He'd speak with soft and gentle vocals. He was unaware one of these two was a newcomer to these parts as well.
Long bunny-like ears, perhaps a strange feature for a fox would perk up as he heard a stone bang on wood. His attention would avert to the noise, azure gaze falling onto two individuals he did not recognize. That didn't surprise him, he hadn't been here long, after all, and hadn't gotten to know many of the residents of Tanglewood yet.
He approached the pair curiously, three galaxy-dusted tails swinging behind him. "hello there." He'd speak with soft and gentle vocals. He was unaware one of these two was a newcomer to these parts as well.
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(Eon) | Fox | Male | Fallen Angel
Here in a sanctum long abandoned, Unto the tinder falls a spark
I have a holy call to answer, To be an angel of the dark
- Will always go by Eon, his full angelic name is kept a secret.
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