It was almost like being in a distant lucid dream world, everything was quiet and peaceful within the desert. The sun was rising, its waves of heat hitting upon the slender foxes form as it dashes about playfully in the sand. Spurts of loose sand fly into the faint and oddly crisp breeze as the bright orange fox bounced about in a rather happy fashion, dodging around small bits of dead grass and sizable chunks of sun-bleached bone. Of what the bone was, it was impossible to tell, the fox did not seem to care though as he comes to a dead stop on a much larger bone that protruded from the sand like a pillar of flame in the middle of a snow coated field. The colors of the bone were oddly dark in contrast to the dusty pigments of the sand, bits of red scattered upon the massive piece. The top of it was flat, mostly worn from ages of the sand blowing roughly against it, a perfect place to sit upon for such a magnificent creature such as this bushy tailed red fox. His black furred ears perked up attentively, coal black eyes scanning about the endless wastes. All to be seen in sight was rock, crudely shaped by time and workings of the wind and sand. Dead patches of grass scattered about around the stones... otherwise it was empty, no buzzards or bugs to be found in sight. Even the sky was cloudless and offered nothing more than deep, dark and depressing shades of an endlessly blue sea. The fox remained seated upon the large skull, ears slowly falling to a droop. Shoulders slump, head drops, a completely forlorn look overcomes him. It does not take long for the fox to slowly slink down onto the massive age worn skull, head resting upon its smoothed blood colored surface.
Alone was not something the fox was familiar with nor liked, but here he was in the middle of an endless desert with nothing but himself as company. Slowly the foxes eyes start to close, finally showing faint hints of a bright, sky blue before the twin orbs finally close. The creatures head rolls to the side as his lithe form grows still... The world would start to fade into darkness, piece by piece, things falling away into the abyss until nothing remained but darkness. It was not the darkness that troubled his mind, no, the darkness was welcome, it was the silence. It rang out clear as a bell, nothing but the sound of his own heart beat in his ears. He was not sure why, but, it was terrifying. Silence was terrifying. Though it seemed luck shined favorably upon him as a low hissing sound would hit his ears, a chilled wave washing over his body. And then it happened, his body shuttered and his bright, radiant blue eyes opened to the world. The first thing he saw was nothing but blurriness, forcing his eyes closed from the sudden light that was shining in through the glass that covered over him and his rather comfortable shell. His body felt a bit stiff, but with just slight movement of his hands he finds something tucked in his grasp. Without looking, he carefully runs a free hand over it... finding it to be what he assumed was some form of handgun. Normally this would have startled someone, but, it felt oddly comfortable in his grasp. Setting the gun carefully upon his stomach, he raises both hands to rub at his eyes to try and rid them of the blurriness.
It did little good though as heat would slowly start to seep into his pod, causing a faint moment of panic as he would try to jerk upwards, grabbing onto his gun. It was well timed though as the glass covering his pod would open just moments before he jerked up, eyes wide as strands of orange hair fall into his face. But the moment the sun hit his eyes he closes them again with a wince, falling right back into place in his pod. The stiffness that one had his form was fading swiftly as he starts to move a bit more, shaking his head a bit. His eyes did not want to seem to adjust to the brightness, rendering him somewhat blind for a few moments longer. But that does not stop him from carefully pushing himself up, feet digging into the sand. While it felt a bit odd, it was very comforting. He goes to take a small step, sucking in a sharp breath, trying to process everything he had felt and heard so far. He cracks his eyes open, vision slightly better, now able to barely make out shapes of what he was going to assume were others. The faintest feeling of familiarity pokes at him as he takes another step forward, eyes opening a bit more. Oblivious to any threat they might pose, fully trusting his instincts to trust them, he moves forward, towards the massive cat-like creature... waving a hand faintly while the other holds on tightly to his handgun.
The gem at the back of his neck was nearly hidden by his bright orange hair, though it glowed faintly and was radiantly warm. It seems to have escaped his notice, far to preoccupied with the others that had already awoken. He did not even bother to peer at his cloths which were likely in tatters, old seeming prison wear.