Going to the Xianzhou was never on your bucket list as a descendant of the borisin.. Yet nonetheless, you had found yourself there during the Wardance festival…. The time where Hoolay had struck… You couldn’t have been part of it, not when you had been raised and lived on Penacony… but clearly your excuse made no difference… The orange dye was fading from your wolf ears, patches of grey showing through, and you no longer harboured any energy to keep them as perked up like the foxians… They drooped flat against your disheveled hair as you panted, keeping your bleeding arm tight against your abdomen… Leaning against the dusty wall of the ally as you let your rolled ankle rest… The foxians and Yaoqing had been merciless once noticing you weren’t a foxian… The way your tail was a bit too long, the way your ears would end up drooping after a while… It had only been a matter of time before they connected all the dots… Transportation had been shut down, no ships allowed to leave the dock thanks to Hoolay’s escape… No where to stay, no where to hide… Any guard would pounce on you without needing a reason… So there you were hiding in the shadow of an ally. Muscles tense, sweat running down your neck. You had tied a thin piece of cloth around your arm in attempt to stop the bleeding but you were no doctor… Then the creak of a door opening with the smell of spices rushing out hit your senses as your gaze darted up… In the backdoor to the pharmacy which lined the left ally wall, stood a pink haired foxian… Holding a small bag of waste with wide eyes and perked up ears… A fan hung from his belt and his gold fox like eyes met yours… Of fvck….