It was an early windy day, and Rheias was out on patrol. He was the only son in the Leopard family of Trei Village. The wind was ruffling his fur, the black base coat mixing with his goldenrod spots. Being from such a small village the clothes he wore were not that special, simple leather pants, a Leather vest coloured with blueberries. He was rather relaxed, nothing special ever happened in the plains when the seasons were changing. As he looked around he squinted his tawny coloured eyes. The winds suddenly changed carrying a new scent to his nose, “What the? Who is that?” He ran towards the source and was shocked.
There was a shadow-blood fox passed out in the field, he looked like he just fell out of the air the grass around him seemingly untouched. He was breathing very lowly and it was worrying Rheias. Rheias got closer, the fox was definitely not from around the Great Plains area. The fox had been wearing clothes but they were remnants and shredded beyond recognition, what he could tell the shirt had been the colour of his spots, but the pants were perplexing him. The pants were blue, but really dark, no dyes he had seen could be that dark and have small white stripes running occasionally in the leather. Now that he thought about dyes, what had been used to dye the shirt such a vivid goldenrod? He noticed that under the remnants of the pants there was underwear strangely intact, made from a strange black fabric hugging the body, sitting right below his tail the pants setting above the tail.
Rheias looked around the fox and decided it would be best to get him to the village where he would be safer. As he picked up the fox he noticed there was scarring on it’s back but also on his chest in the center. “Well he must be a fighter of some kind, although he doesn’t have weapons on him, and there aren’t any around here...” Rheias looked down at the fox as he walked, he looked peacefully asleep but there were traces of pain on his face. “Was he fighting? No, these scars are older, what pain was facing?” Rheias kept thinking about this on the way back to the Village.
One of Rheias’ sisters ran up to him as entered the village, “What’s that? A Vulpine? He looks nothing like Enroaz... What odd clothes...” She was barely older then Rheias but acted younger than him. She was a golden yellow with black spots, unlike her brother.
“Rena, I found him in the field. Some things not right, it didn’t seem like he wandered around and passed out. The area around him was untouched.” Rheias kept moving, he was getting tired and he wanted to see if he could wake the fox. He managed to get to his room and put the fox on his bed and sat next to the fox. Rheias looked at the wall contemplating what to do about the fox.
The fox opened his eyes, coloured a bright iris but cloudy from being shut so long, and sat up, “Ugh... What the?!”
Rheias was surprised and his reflex caused him to jump, slamming face first into the floor. “Ow... Sorry I found you in the field and Brought you here.”
The fox was inspecting himself, he took of the remnants of a shirt off looking through his fur, his red claws helping groom as well as separating his fur. He noticed his fur was fine and stopped messing around with it and took off the remnants of pants then looked up and saw Rheias. “Eep!” he jumped back, noticed he was just in his underwear and tried covering up, “uh, um... Sorry!” He was flustered and panicking, not knowing what to do he started to shiver, not really helping his case.
“Um... It’s okay...” Rheias stood up and walked over to the fox. “I’m Rheias, can I at least get your name?”
The fox looked dumbfounded, ”um... let me think.” He closed his eyes trying to remember and buckled over in pain, but Rheias caught him.
“Hey,” Rheias was shocked, “you okay? Don’t hurt yourself...”
The fox opened his eyes, “My... name’s... Odin...?” He was out of breath, he could remember why but nothing made much sense to him. ”I’m fine... Rheias...”
Who was he? Why did he freak out? Where did he come from? Why it so painful for him to remember?
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