Foxy Loxy

Your little Eevee, Angel, finds herself in a pack of fierce houndour/doom, who only want a foxy toy to play with and torment!

Foxy...foxy...foxy...FOXY!


The chanting grew from a soft tenure to a steady chant, then from a sterady chant to a feirsesome bark, then to a thunderous roar.

A tortch was lit, and hundreds of eyes fell on the little fox in the cage.

"Do I start the biudding at fifteen bones? Fifteen bones!"

The shiny Eevee's ears folded back against the loud barking that surrounded her in the darkness. She couldn't see how many were there, but from the sounds, she guessed there was a lot. The torch's fire blinded her for a moment but the fox soon regained her vision. What she saw nearly made her heart stop.

There were eyes. Hundreds, if not thousands of glowing eyes in the darkness. They were all looking at her with the most evil intentions that she could see. Her fur puffed up, making herself look bigger than she really was as she growled low.