In the making...
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The sun streamed through the glistening leaves to touch Oliver Blairs soft brown curls that whirled around as he danced. His hair was almost shoulder length now, but he didn’t mind. He also didn’t mind the too small overalls that were frayed at every seam. The orphanage didn’t have money for new ones, or a hair cut it seemed.
Which was exactly why he was making his way through the forest of Roan that surrounded the nearest town. Even though he was only on the border, where the trees thinned and you could still see the sky, the ground was a tangled mess where the overgrowth had taken over. And the birds chirped happily at his passing and the lake that slithered by. The thicket parted at his silent commands but he seemed to have missed a root while he danced, and tumbled to the hard ground.
Oliver sighed. That was not the most convenient thing to do before he went into town to bargain with the scraps of money he had scraped together with his part time job on the farm.
Technically the farm belonged to the orphanage, so it was his basic chores anyway but Camile, the boss, flipped him a penny every now and then after a hard day's work with his magic. Some days he was so drained that even his dreams were kept at bay in his deep sleep. And the next morning Todd would sneak him some extra bread and roll his eyes at him for scoffing it down too quickly. He smiled at the thought, Pushing himself off the ground. Oliver's hair slid into his face and he was too busy trying to tie it up to notice a fox walking sleekly amongst the trees. Watching him. It was a dark charcoal colour with green ears that pointed up at every sound. The greenish substance seemed to travel down the middle of its back and was spread in blotches across its body. It looked more like moss than fir. And its tail looked like branches of a sort, with small greenery sprouting from them. Oliver sensed something watching him and looked out towards the forest trees. Only silence responded.
The fox slowly weaved between the trees so that his back was against him, bent down on his front haunches and pounced.
Oliver yelped, tumbling to the ground once more. Struggling to get the fox off, it was currently biting his sleeve relentlessly.
“Pinto, stop!” Oliver yelled. Pinto stopped pulling on his sleeve and sat on his haunches, his tail wagging happily at his companions’ return. Pinto was a normal fox who fell into the wrong river one night....
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