Fundy tensed and hopped out of bed storming into the room, a dagger in hand. As snapped to consciousness fully when he noticed footsteps coming from his living room, very human-sounding footsteps. He ran his sharp nails through his hair tussling it a little bit, trying to calm the rat’s nest down. The morning sun streamed through his windows, blinding the hybrid slightly, he groaned loudly and sat up in bed. ‘Take good care of her’ it seemed to whisper, his heart thudded in his chest as he snuggled under the covers. Fundy flicked the lights off and went to sleep in his bedroom, even though all the windows were shut and locked tight he still felt that odd breeze tickle the tufts of his ears. He just prayed his foxy friend would be alive come the morning light. Hopefully, she wouldn’t attack him in the morning, be too freaked out, he wrapped the bandages around the wound stopping the flow of blood. He reached out and picked the fox up in his arms and held it close, the wind blew again, his eyes widened a little in surprise, the wind seemed to whisper a thank you.īack at the house he laid the fox down on his couch and began to patch up her wounds. ![]() The wind seemed to blow against his exposed ears, almost urging him to pick up the fox and take it home. ![]() The once pure white coat of the fox was stained with red splotches a big gash was torn from its side, Fundy felt nauseous. Fundy adjusted his hat nervously and followed the blood droplets, crumpled on the ground in front of his feet was a blood-stained fox. Worry entered his veins and his ears pressed flat against his head, he journeyed deeper into the forest and noticed little droplets of blood. The first thing he noticed was the small animal prints littering the snow, there seemed to be some sort of scuffle. ![]() He didn’t know why it sent him so on edge, it was just a random arctic fox maybe it was the way the food was left untouched or the pull he felt to go the woods, but he grabbed his coat and stepped into the forest. Fundy kept glancing out the window, almost like he was expecting to see someone but no one popped up until he remembered his little buddy. This went on for a few months until one night something felt off. However the white fox didn’t seem to pay him any mind other than silently watching and wandering around his home, he started placing food out for the fox. He had always felt a connection to foxes considering he was part fox, he hated seeing them hurt or starving or treated with disrespect, so he kept them around. There was one exception, a snow-white fox that trotted around his house from time to time, curious (e/c) watching him with intent. It was quiet and he was happy to be left alone, well, mostly alone. He was away from his ghost of a father and away from the drama of everyone else fighting and the looming sense of death that lingered over everyone that lived in the once-prosperous nation. Did it get lonely from time to time, sure, but at least he was finally at peace. Moving away from L’manburg or what was once L’manburg was one of the best decisions Fundy has ever made. ![]() Request 12: Hey if you’re making a request, do you do c!Fundy? If so, can I get a Fundy x half fox shapeshifter!reader where fundy finds an injured full fox!reader, and takes her home to patch her up without knowing that she’s a shifter ówò? Context, the reader can shift into three forms: full fox, half and half(fox legs, tail, ears, fangs), and fully human.
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