The Fall Faced Fox
It wanders through the woods, the sound of faintly falling leafs accompanies. Foot pad step like twigs snapping, each movement stop starting like a needle skipping. Image blurring between the trees, skitter step leaping through the forest.
It's form is foxlike with a coat of leafs, ranging every colour of fall. Reds, greens, oranges, yellows and browns. Flesh like twisted knotted wood all cracked and split. Its face covered by autumn foliage, a large maple with a crude slash for a mouth.
It smells of fresh pine fall and moss. Like spotted forest fungi with burnt wood. Of old ancient places forgotten and rediscovered, an endless cycle of nostalgia. As it walks leafs turn colour and gently roll to the ground.
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