A Fox's Past 2
Disclaimer:
Just like Winston's novellas, I intend to include experiences from my fights on EF in my stories… this will not be developed and I will not describe the fights, and what is private remains private :)
I also will not give the names of the people I have faced, in order to respect their privacy, and their willingness not to appear in these stories if they wish.
However, I take the liberty of giving some details about these people, so that they can recognize themselves, and quote sentences actually exchanged between us.
Anyone who recognizes themselves and finds themselves uncomfortable with being integrated into the story can DM me, on EF or Discord, and ask me to reduce the details, or even not to integrate them, and I would change that as soon as possible :)
The first rays of the sun were shining, filtering through the canvas panes of the bedroom.
He pushed back the blanket of his futon, and stretched, his mouth widening, revealing his fangs ...
He looked around him ...
They had given him this room, transforming it into a magnificent Asian-style bedroom…
He loved this style… it reminded him of where he grew up, before he started traveling the human world…
It had been a few days since he arrived here, in the city of EroFights ...
Guided by this stranger, whom he had not seen since ...
He had brought him here, to a place called "Beach-House" ... he didn't know why this place was called that, where a strange man called ... "Wonston"? He was having trouble with the names of humans... who had greeted him, and assigned him this room.
Anyway, he had liked this human ... he spoke with poise and dignity, and he was funny ... he felt at ease in his company ...
Even the clothes he wore were rather strange, seeming to come from another century.
He stood up and walked over to the huge wooden basin filled with water in the next room.
He immersed himself in it, up to his nose, only his ears visible from the outside, and let himself be lulled by the sound of the sea outside ...
Getting out of his bath, he dried off, went to sit on his personal balcony, grabbed his brush, and methodically began to run it over his tail ...
His fur had become soft and silky again… shimmering in the sunlight… just the way it should be.
He hated to see his ruffled tail, it made him feel uncomfortable ...
The day ahead was shaping up to be wonderful, and he fully intended to make the most of it ...
He left his room after getting dressed …
The humans had done miracles, repairing, stitching up, and cleaning his dirty and torn clothes ...
He walked down the stairs, his tail swinging behind him, skipping each step, and leaping down from the last landing, both arms outstretched, landing on one foot ...
“Good morning Fluffy!”
Startled, he turned his head… it was Wonston, behind the bar counter, wiping glasses, giving him a big smile.
He smiled, and walked over to him, wagging his arm and tail…
"What can I serve you ? A coffee ?"
A coffee ??? He didn't know what it was ...
Wonston handed him a mug, filled with a blackish liquid ...
He sniffed it, the smell wasn't bad, so he tasted ...
He grimaced, sticking his tongue out… bitter… and strong… Wonston laughed.
“Fluffy doesn't like coffee, it seems!”
He put the mug down, and stood up ... maybe this Wonston fellow wasn't so good after all...
He saw a teapot, and his eyes lit up.
Wonston followed his gaze.
"Tea ? Do you like tea, Fluffy? ”
Wonston walked over to the teapot…
He loved tea… he drank it often in his childhood…
Wonston set a steaming cup of tea in front of him…
He sniffed... the sweet scent of just brewed tea entering his nostrils ...
He drank… it was good tea… and placed the empty cup back on the counter and licked his lips…
"Glad you liked it!"
Smiling, he stood up and left the room, saying goodbye to Wonston and walked towards the city.
The stranger had explained everything to him on the way, but he had already forgotten half of the things, too busy admiring the scenery ...
He recalled a vague history of fighting ... arenas ... queues ...
He walked, not really caring where he was going, looking around, discovering the city up close ...
He came to a long queue, and stood on his tiptoes, hoping to see what was ahead ...
“DING”
The sound of a bell startled him, as a door opened, and a hand grabbed him, leading him inside ...
The door closed behind him ...
A woman was holding his arm… no… not a woman…
Her skin was pale, and cold… her clothes, light but filled with complex patterns, perfectly fitting her body… she was attractive… dangerously, mortally attractive…
"What an interesting prey ... I hope your balls are filled ... because I am hungry ..."
She rushed at him ...
He walked out of the room, staggering, without any strength ... still in shock ... thinking about her every move, what she had done to him …
He had felt tremendous pleasure ... too much even ... and she had defeated him without difficulty ...
He made his way back ... promising himself, the next time, to listen to the explanations given to him with more attention...
Arriving at the Beach House, he went to his room.
Wonston was still behind the bar, watching him intently ...
“Come here Fluffy, I'll give you something to get you back on your feet”
Wonston put a glass filled with a strange concoction on the counter ...
He sniffed at it, a slightly sweet but powerful scent reached out to him...
He looked at Wonston, who nodded...
He grabbed the glass before bringing it to his lips.
The drink immediately warmed his throat, and he coughed, the alcohol fumes making him dizzy ...
"So tell me Fluffy, what's going on with you ? You lost your first game, right ? "
He looked up, surprised, how could he know ...
Wonston smile
"It's marked onyour profile window"
A profile window ? He frowned…
“Concentrate and think about your profile.”
Without further understanding, he closed his eyes, and concentrated on this “profile”…
He opened his eyes again, and jumped up when he saw that a small page appeared in front of him ...
He took the time to examine it ...
“Did nobody tell you about this? ... look there, it says you have 0 Wins and 1 Defeat … and you can also look at the profiles of others! ”
He lifted his head and looked at Wonston
“Go on, try it”
He concentrated, and a window appeared next to Wonston ...
He read his profile… and concluded that he was definitely not good with human names… Wonston's name was actually Winston…
“You can do the same with anyone here !”
He looked around the room, but there was no one there but him and Won ... Winston ...
He stood up, but his legs staggered beneath him, and he caught up in the chair, surprised ...
"Can't hold your alcohol, Fluffy ?"
Trying to take a few steps, he ended up on all fours, crawling up the stairs ...
The day was not over.
But for his first day, it was way more than enough ...
He somehow made his way to his bedroom and collapsed before he even reached his mattress ...
He curled into a ball, his tail slipping under his head, and instantly fell asleep, exhausted and knocked out from the alcohol ...
Winston looked at the Kitsune sleeping on the floor… and closed the door to the bedroom…
This young fox still has a lot to learn ...
