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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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She gently padded out of the den and stretched, letting out a self-indulgent yawn. Judging by the position of the sun in the sky, it was roughly midday, an average time for her to wake up. Sometimes, she found it was difficult to shake the propensity of her diurnal half to wake up with the sun, and her best efforts were to balance it against the instinct to be nocturnal. Balance was the proper goal of all things, and she was forever stepping toward it.
The river that ran next to her den was swift and quite clean. Some years ago she had spent much of her time upriver working to purify the source, and also to remove anything that might contaminate the water further down. Her efforts had been rewarded, as the other wildlife around her had become healthier and more safe. She drank her fill, and continued along her usual path.
After working for so many seasonal rotations, she had come to realise that most of her large projects had been accomplished, and most of her work anymore was tending to her friends when they might become injured or ill. The forest had taken her gentle encouragements and become strong, with thick trunks, colourful flowers, and an ever-present brilliant green shine. The birds sang from their nests among the boughs, the rabbits were squeaking as they enjoyed their midday meals in her gardens. Most of the work had been completed, and she was grateful to simply enjoy this ecosystem that had welcomed her so long ago.
Feeling satisfied with the day, she set about her rounds, attempting to find anything that might be out of the ordinary.
She had made friends all across her section of the forest, barely differentiating between those of blood and those of sap. They were all alive, and she could do only her best to help them remain that way. Over the rotations, she had been exceedingly fortunate to meet several generations of the various families, and they had come to trust her, even if the other creatures with whom she shared a face preyed upon them. And the predators had come to respect her as well, as she had no reason to stop them from doing their work. All life maintained balance, no matter its purpose.
In her usual routine, she began her day at the western end of her charge, where the grass began growing greener and thicker, where the dew stuck for longer and the shade from the mother trees above provided just the right amount of light. It was in this region that a warren of rabbits had made their home some moons prior, though their den had been in use for longer than she had been here to protect it. Currently, they were raising a litter of nine, all of whom seemed healthy and happy thus far. The other foxes in the region seemed to have only found this haven once, and that was a very long time ago.
It was also in this space that the river began flowing into the territory. While she had been significantly further upriver to work on the purification, this was the beginning she usually paid the most attention to, as it was where a small colony of beavers had built their dam. In the usual manner of things, this acted as a filter, and thus was a wonderful early warning system should anything further go wrong. She made sure to take a look as she approached the water, gave it a sniff, and then drank her fill, happy to note that everything still seemed to be in order.
The centre-west portion of her territory was where the trees were thickest and the shade darkest. She enjoyed this section of the forest much in the same way she enjoyed the entirety of the forest, though she always preferred her early evening naps in the eastern clearing where the sun would warm her in preparation for the night.
Downriver from the dam, this was also where most of the non-predator animals gathered to drink, forming an alliance to watch over each other during a more vulnerable moment. While she walked past, making sure to give enough berth to not scare them, there were still a few keen-eyed scouts who jumped up, then relaxed when they picked up which fox she was. They knew she never hunted them, and would heal those of their packs who were injured or sick should they let her approach.
Past one of the mother trees, she came across one of those she had attempted to heal approximately a moon cycle prior. The doe was young, and had come to a great deal of harm delivering her first fawn. While the fawn had grown healthy and strong, and was currently drinking water with his kin, his mother had not survived her wounds. And while she had attempted to heal the doe, she could not promise a reprieve from the death that would come for all of them eventually.
The doe’s remains had been found by other predators before she had gotten to it, leading her to think she may have passed shortly after her patrol the day previous, or else was dragged to this position and had been dead for some time. Still, the wolfos and foxes seemed to have eaten their fill, and what was left would slowly rot away. In the usual fashion, she closed her eyes and pressed her snout against the exposed jawbone of the doe. Over the next several minutes, the remains were covered in moss and pressed flat into the ground. While she did not intend to deny any insects their meals, her primary charge was to the forest, as it was the forest that had accepted her into its service.
She stood for a few moments after the doe had been returned to the earth, watching the gentle sway of the grass, listening to the rustle of the leaves and the singing of the birds above. The doe would live on in the life of her fawn, and the others she had interacted with in her life. Certainly, the fox would remember her as well, interring the creature into her memory even as she was interred into the ground. Life was a balance, and they would all feed the grasses that would feed their offspring. There was comfort in knowing that cycle.