Vexen
Wraith
Ipsy said:Nose twitching in excitement, Ipsy scurried through the door of the cantina. A steady pitter-patter of droplets streamed through her muddy fur and onto the floor. Her large ears pressed flat against her head as she paused, taking in the gloomy interior.
It was so different from the stormy outside she'd just been exploring. People and creatures of so many species lounged within the building, their stories seeming to hover, patiently waiting to be discovered by the tiny Amaran. She began to shake off, only to notice someone sitting in the splash zone. Behind him, a path seemed to open, beckoning her toward the bar and the possibility of a meal. She'd already eaten her collection of squirmies and scalies, and the newest shipment wasn't due for another week.
No matter, Ipsy thought, yipping quietly as she remembered cantinas sometimes serve cactus juice. Stooping her head, the fox began the meticulous task of straightening her fur. She then scampered to the bar, tail wagging at the thought of some prickly pear. A small trail of water marked her progress. Maybe the bartender even had a wiggly treat or two, she thought. It couldn't hurt for her to ask.
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"I like your ears," came a soft complement. Normally Vexen was little more than a dark silhouette. However, she had also braved the storm outside and the moisture still glistened in her fur. It was, perhaps, an odd thing to say. Sat at the bar with a tub of juice before her, Vexen had surreptitiously watched her fellow canine shake herself down and had admired her long, sharp ears.
Rather than live worms Vexen had a small bowl of toasted treats on the bar in front of her. She didn't actually know what the usual diet was for her species, because she had never known another. There were just vague shapes, memories that shifted and changed when she focused on them. Only a familiar smell, similar to her own but subtly different, was clear as far as memories of other wraiths went.
Instead she had lived off scraps for the first decade of her life and then eaten whatever Micah had provided. After such a poor diet she was a little too fond of anything with a high sugar. Bright white eyes in that inky visage glanced back at the swishing tail. She didn't have a tail either. And almost no one could see the glorious stripes in her fur unless they could see in ultraviolet or had a powerful darklight to make them re-emit in the visible band of the spectrum and greens and yellows. Vexen sighed.