Noxeon
Wings would stretch above, gliding the fox from tree branch to tree branch across the forest's canopy. Perhaps his glowing markings would bring attention to him, though he didn't care all too much about that.
He was bored, seeking a companion or two to give him company. It wasn't long, however, before he spotted a pair below. A dark tabby cat who he recognized. He was one of the two that found him when he first entered Tanglewood. Then beside him, there appeared to be a cub of sorts.
Curiously, the fox would swoop down beside the two, noticing the cub had their paw in a hole. He was about to question her, but it seemed Atticus had gotten to that first. Instead, Eon remained quiet as he awaited an answer.
He was bored, seeking a companion or two to give him company. It wasn't long, however, before he spotted a pair below. A dark tabby cat who he recognized. He was one of the two that found him when he first entered Tanglewood. Then beside him, there appeared to be a cub of sorts.
Curiously, the fox would swoop down beside the two, noticing the cub had their paw in a hole. He was about to question her, but it seemed Atticus had gotten to that first. Instead, Eon remained quiet as he awaited an answer.
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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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