Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20161202002517/@comment-26108027-20161221173946

Foxxy is backed into a corner with Aryll behind him. There's a rather large scratch on his chest, some kind of black liquid is dripping out. Freddy has a scrap of Foxy's pelt clenched in his hand and is standing at his real height of almost seven feet.

"Give her to me, fox."

"No."

Freddy snarls in anger and tears off another peice of the fox. Aryll sobs and hugs Foxy from behind, giving him support enough to stand.