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Village Elders know what you're out here this late at n i g h t ?" Ůurugu mock chided as he continued to change shape. The boy scoffed as he regarded this-the shimmering silvery white visage of formless shadow curving and twisting, reshaping and collapsing faster than the eye could fully process. Ůurugu tittered amusedly with each change in his form, humming something more ancient than song itself all the while.
The boy understood this to be a form of showing off; a boastful display of power amongst Ůurugu's species. He almost thought the pale fox was trying to impress him but he knew better.
Ůurugu only charms to teach a lesson. And his lessons are often...uncomfortable to say the least. "Well then," the fox continued, now wearing the guise of a great silver staircase connecting Earth and heaven.
"I'm sure you'd rather confess this ýours e l f than have ,m'e speak on your behalf." The boy huffed. "Yhea, not like there's much of a choice there..." He slumped, defeated and mounted the stairs, there he began to make the long journey inside himself.
Ůurugu grinned all the while.
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