The Death And Rebirth Of Fox FireFox Fire narrowed her eyes as she approached the small village. This is the place? she thought, a small frown spreading over her face. What a waste of space. They should've sent me to a more populated village. She shook herself off, shivering in the cold.
It was a cold and foggy morning, and the village was quiet. None of the creatures she'd been sent to convert, the Delkanos, they were called, were awake, at least none that she could see. Fox Fire frowned at the thought of dealing with a lazy race. Maybe they weren't lazy, but simply waiting for her. It would give her great pleasure to lay waste to the place if they were aggressive.
Suddenly, she saw them, about fifty of them. They were the strangest creatures she'd ever seen. They were tall, almost as tall as the kirins. Their fur was different shades of grey and brown, as well as black. Sharp spikes grew out of their shoulder blades, giving them a barbaric appearance.
The worst part of these creatures, however, was the