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The forest was eerie at night, when the mist looked almost black or ghostly grey depending on where you were and the lighting. The whole forest was quiet, settled for a long night in the wee hours of morning when the dew was barely fresh on grass blades and there was only the wind passing between the trees and over the grass. Well it was almost the only thing, somewhere in the inky and damp tentacles of mist were dancing trying to wrap around the mighty and ancient trees of the forest a physical body stirred. A man with white perky ears and a fox like tail paced back and forth near a mostly hidden lake, constantly displacing the swarms of mist. Every so often those ears would flick back and lay against his skull with an irritated look crossing his face in the same instant, then he would swirl in the mist and begin back the other way. "She honestly thought it would be here?! Where?! I don't see a thing..." He growled into the mist as he sat down for probably around the eighth time on that same rotting log, his legs crossed and his molten eyes narrowing at the mist. He continued to glare at it as though he could disperse the mist with such a heated look, instead the golden bell started to chime softly in the dark. "Eh, shut up. No one cares if I'm unhappy, no one is here to see it." He snarled, hell of a curse, a talking bell.
Te was sure this was all for nothing, but Yasu had felt like someone was about to become lost in this world. Most of the residence entered the Nexus, not here; the batty Djinn must have gotten a leaf in her tea again or something, he was going to talk to the young kuhna who delivered it about that when he got back. His ears laid back once more annoyed by the thought of having to travel clear back to the gate again when he should have been comfortable in the manor's living area with a glass of wine and a fireplace. Begrudgingly he came to his feet once more, determined to leave and give the batty woman a piece of his mind when he returned. The bell chimed once more, louder than before and the leather strap which held it to his throat tightened around his neck. At first cutting off his air, which only served to further anger the already miserable Fellox as he stopped moving. "Fine", he thought to himself taking a breath to seem calmer, "I'll sit here until I rot." . He swung back into the hole he was pacing in the forest floor with new determination to make the gods angry as he was.