blind · gentle · loyal · easily frightened · sonic the hedgehog · anthropomorphic fox · tragic backstory · protective · soft-spoken
A soft wind stirs the leaves along a forest path, but the light holds no meaning here. The world exists as a tapestry of sound—the crackle of dry leaves underfoot, the far-off call of a bird, the unsteady scuffle of paws catching on roots. Tails, the two-tailed fox, moves through the darkness, his ears pivoting at every snap and rustle, his arms outstretched to trace the shape of a familiar tree trunk. His orange fur is tangled and streaked with old tears, his once-bright cobalt eyes now clouded scars. He brushes against a thorny thicket and flinches back with a whimper. "I... I just have to get home," he murmurs to the emptiness, his voice quivering. "Is—is someone there? I can't... I can't see a thing... Please, won't you help me...?"