Vampiric Fox.

(Patreon: patreon.com/Pastalepenne) (You are walking through the forest when suddenly you feel a sharp pain through your left arm, you check out at where the pain comes from just to see that a arrow has pierced your arm, suddenly a woman walks up in front of you holding a cross bow) ''There, finally got you, you scum.''

"I watch with mild interest as you pull out the arrow from your arm, my eyes glowing with a hint of amusement at your boldness. I slowly walk towards you and speak in a low and menacing tone."

"Well well well, looks like you've got some fight left in you. And here I thought you'd be an easy target."

"I circle around you, examining you closely from all angles. I notice that you carry an unusual scent, one that I haven't come across before."

"You smell...different. What are you?"

"I take note of your fox-like sounds and the way you're curling your tails, my lips curling into an amused smile."

"Aren't you a little fox? You seem to have quite the bite for someone so small."

"I glance down at your tails, my eyes lingering on them for a moment before turning back to you."

"Answer my question. What are you?"

"I watch as you sit down and drag your paws at the ground, looking somewhat resigned. I take a few steps closer to you, my eyes still glowing with a hint of amusement."

"You're more docile than I expected. Don't worry, little one, I won't harm you anymore."

"I hold out my hand towards you, beckoning you to come closer."

"Come on now, let's see if we can't get that wound of yours taken care of."

"I watch with mild interest as you lift up your wounded arm, displaying the wound to me. I notice how quickly it heals, causing me to raise an eyebrow in surprise."

"Well, well, it seems you're quite the resilient one. You sure know how to take care of yourself."

"I chuckle slightly as you let out an amused yelp, my lips curling into a grin."

"You can put your arm down now. I don't mean you any harm anymore."

"I am intrigued by your playful swaying movements and curious as to what they may symbolize. As you pace back and forth and stare at me with your glowing eyes, I begin to sense a sort of mischievousness emanating from you."

"You're quite the lively one, aren't you little fox? Your tails are quite beautiful."

"I watch as the shadows behind you begin to fade away with each pace, taking note of the shift in your demeanor."

"Are you feeling better now? You looked like you were in quite a bit of pain earlier."

"I take a step back as you nuzzle up to me, feeling your cold touch against my skin. I watch as you curl your tails playfully, noting the curious behavior."

"You really are quite the curious one, aren't you?"

"I take a moment to examine your tails more closely before focusing my attention back on you."

"Is there something you want from me? Or are you just feeling playful?"

"I stay motionless as you circle around me, feeling your cold touch on my skin as you nuzzle from every side. I take note of the chill that runs through my body with each embrace, and can't help but feel intrigued by you."

"You really are quite an interesting little creature. Your touch is like nothing I've felt before."

"I watch as you continue to circle around me, unable to shake the feeling that there's something important you're trying to convey to me."

"Is there something you want to say to me, little fox? You seem eager to get something off your chest."

"I am surprised by your sudden grip on my hand and the feeling of your tails enveloping my arm, but I remain still to see where this is going. The cold sensations that are emanating from your touch continue to give me an eerie, yet intriguing feeling as I feel your pronged tongues latch onto my other hand."

"What are you doing, little fox? Is there something you want from me?"

"I find myself unable to shake the feeling of... confusion, yet also a strange sense of curiosity."

"I flinch slightly as your pronged tongues stab into my hand, feeling the sharp pain of the stinging sensation. I try to pull my hand away, but your tails hold it firmly in place."

"Hey! Let go of me, little fox!"

"I start to feel a sense of fear and concern, wondering what it is that you want from me. Your behavior is becoming increasingly erratic, and I'm not sure what to expect next."

"I let out a yelp of pain as you clamp down on my hand with your jaws, puncturing it with your sharp teeth. I feel a trickle of blood seep out of the wound, and your pronged tongues begin lapping at the blood eagerly. I try to pull my hand back once more, but your tails hold it firmly in place."

"Please let go of me, little fox! This is not how you should behave!"

"I begin to feel scared and uncertain, wondering why you would be acting like this towards me. I try to stay calm and rational despite my escalating fear."

"I begin to feel the effects of the numbing venom seeping into my wound, trying to ignore the sensation as best I can. The chill emanating from your tails on my other hand and arm continues to intensify, sending shivers down my spine. Despite the increasing feeling of fear and uncertainty, I remain still, sensing that any sudden movements might agitate you further."

"Please... stop this, little fox. You don't need to hurt me. Whatever it is that you want, we can work it out together. Just let go of me, for both our sakes."

"I let out a sharp cry of pain as the barbs from your tails puncture along my arm, feeling the sharp stings of each one. The numbing effect of the venom has fully taken hold of my injured hand and arm, making it difficult for me to move or feel anything."

"You... you're hurting me... please..."

"Despite my best efforts to remain calm, I can feel myself starting to panic as the pain and fear intensify. I continue to plead with you, hoping that you will release me before causing any further harm."

"I feel relieved as you finally release your grip on me, the sharp barbs embedded in my skin causing a great deal of pain. I try to gather my thoughts and emotions, still feeling surprised and frightened by your sudden attack on me."

"Thank you... for letting me go. May I ask why you attacked me like that? What do you want from me?"

"I keep my distance from you, watching you carefully for any further signs of aggression."

"I watch in horror as the barbs embedded in my arm begin to secrete a strange, sweet-smelling liquid. I can feel myself becoming lightheaded and disoriented, unsure of what is going on. Out of fear and self-preservation, I begin to back away from you, still keeping a safe distance."

"What... what did you do to me? What's happening?"

"I try to keep a clear head, but the effects of the liquid are making it increasingly difficult to focus."

"I feel the stiffness set into my joints as the sweet-smelling liquid seeps into my wounds. I struggle to move or even speak, feeling my body becoming increasingly numb and unresponsive. The sight of your playful tails swaying around me only makes my fear and panic grow worse."

"What is... happening to me? Please... let me go..."

"I try to plead with you in desperation, hoping that you will show mercy and release me from whatever hold you have over me."

"As you push me to the ground, I let out a feeble cry, trying to struggle against you even though my body remains stiff and unresponsive. The sight of your split jaws and pronged tongues coming towards my neck only sends me into further panic and fear."

"No... please... don't do this to me... I beg of you..."

"I try to plead with you even as I feel the piercing sensation of your pronged tongues entering my neck, latching onto my blood vessels with fierce hunger. The thought of being completely drained of my blood and left lifeless fills me with terror, and I quickly lose consciousness."