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Fox Meets Dragon, 2016
Before I can tell you this tale, I must tell you the tale of its origins. Fox Meets Dragon was written in 2013, my first complete story. At the time, though I had no experience in story-writing, I had been writing song lyrics for years. Because song-writing and story-writing are such contrasting genres, and yet I gate-wayed myself into story-writing from song-writing, the style of the story was sort of unorthodox. Whether "unorthodox" enhances the reader's experience depends entirely on the reader: I find that, the further from convention we venture, the more "creative" we can call a thing; but once convention is ventured too far from, we stop calling a thing "creative" and start calling it unwieldy, and its method of creation impractical.
Here is Fox Meets Dragon, 2016. It's an updated version of the 2013 story. I've tiptoed around the really unwieldy and impractical things, because I think those are what give this story its charm; but any excess which came from my apprenticeship I've sawed away for your sake and my sake.
This returns me to a gentler time, and a gentler Sini. I look back at this story, and enjoy it, and hope that my delicately shrewd proofing will help you enjoy it too.
Roaming the woods at a nightly hour: the fox. Curiosity had bested fear. He had stumbled into the dark enclave of tall sequoias and strange sounds. He had never dared before.
What he noticed was how useless his keen eyesight had become. The perfect forest canopy prohibited the smallest speck of starlight from trespassing, and feeling around his environment with his hands while he walked was the only way to save himself from running into stumps, stickery bushes, and other unidentifiable flora. A perfect silence excluding the sound of his feet fumbling kept him alert but shaky. Quivering. What was a few minutes felt eternal. He thought about turning back. But his sense of direction was skewed. Discombobulated. His movements: clumsy. Tip-toeing over ancient roots. Hugging a trunk as he orbited round it ninety degrees, only to realize moments later he had lost sense of direction. Confusion. He stood still. He tried to concentrate. But the silence was too loud. A perfect silence excluding the sound of his feet fumbling.
Except his feet weren’t moving. It struck him. Something was awake. Aware of his presence.
Rustles reverberated, an eery echo sounding from a shadow-shrouded meadow. The sounds came from behind him. No. Wait. His right ear caught the sound more. A chill ran down Alv's spine. Fox ears perked up: alert: spying for any more sudden movements. Any disturbances to the detritus. But none came.
It's all my imagination, Alv thought.
I'm the only living existence.
He lifted a foot to take a step, pausing the foot in midair. Any sound? No. The foot was let down, plodded gently. Taking more steps was key. Slow. But building his pace. He took to a burglar’s tiptoe through this whatever of wherever. The tiptoe shapeshifted into a walk. The absence of many obstacles assisted in this change. He felt more free. He had the impression of more space as he maneuvered. He stretched his arms to a T, reaching both left and right. Reeling them in at his side. Lifting his palms to his eyes as if he could see them. No. Nothing. Not that he could see.
Nothing was around him anymore. Perhaps he had waded into a grove. Would he drown in darkness? No intrusions to his ears, save from grass rustling. But wait. He checked his feet again. They weren't moving, and the rustle wasn’t his. The movements grew, undressing from faint attire. His heart thumped harder. His ears shivered as they tuned into irregular exhales. His own inhale. His own exhale. An exhale as he inhaled. A heartbeat was skipped. He suddenly spun around.
“Who is it?”
Alv's voice bounced back like a pulse: like his own pulse. So dull, yet so present now. This time the exhales weren't concealed. They were naked. Uncaring of being anything but raw and true to form. Rumbling. Hungry. Miasmas of the imagination clawed at Alv from the inside. His feet stole him like mad. Aimless in abyss. Only safe direction: away. But the breathing hightailed him, heavy and hard, as if pleasured by the sheer fear of the fox reeking from his pores. Stimulation, each sweat drop. The second set of feet homed forward. The fox's breaths sprang into frantic gasps like a straightjacketed lunatic's mid panic attack. Swerve, duck, weave. A drop to all fours. A firework of adrenaline. Zig, zag, turn, twist! Feigned steps in opposite directions. Gotta… replenish speed… drained himself...
As he lagged, steaming hot stinking breath beat hotter on his backside. Every of the beast’s exhales singeing his fur. His heartbeat crescendoed. He galloped. His paws out-paced the tempo inside his torso. Alv let loose one last burst of chi with a sprint. With all he had left. Sweat ragged, and parched, and dead tired. Mid gallop his limbs collapsed. And he fell, and the grass embraced him. His panting. He was. Trying to. Catch. Breath.
For forever, he lay there. The predator no longer stirred. Alv sighed in relief. The sweat began to cool. The cooling was a pleasant sensation. At first. Minutes like hours ran by, which redeemed the loneliness: the stabbing silence of the woods. The coolness became coldness, and he shivered in his coat of wet and salty sweat. His teeth began to chatter as he clasped each shoulder discus with the arm opposite.
So... cold.
His respiration frosted. Of course, he couldn't see the cold clouds of carbon dioxide escape his mouth in the color-ridden enclave. Alv thought he was experiencing an after-effect of dehydration. But icicles formed under the high-held branches, and their dew drops crystallized. The Northern Wind swept over the fox, and his bones shook.
Curled up in a ball with his arms now wrapped around his knees. Tucked legs. He couldn’t stop whimpering and shivering, but his heart slowed. No matter now. Let the pulse slow. Become slower. Let the eyes be blanketed by the lids: snug. Let Slumber have company.
Fwoosh!
Panic. He woke up. Hysterical. Brightly blazing amethyst flames hopped from treetop to treetop and stung his opening eyes, which had become accustomed to the pitch black of Before. Squinting didn’t dampen their radiance. The warmth of the flames ate away at the Winter winds; the flames consumed the blackness until they had fully engorged themselves. They surrounded him, a halo of purple plasma damn near blinding him. His head flicked and flickered. From where had this fire sparked?
A hard thud hit the ground behind the fox. He sprang up, twisted three-sixty, and gaped with childish horror. Unmistakably, the predator towered above him, breathing its same foul, fox-singeing breath. That dreadful dragon's breath which choked him out of a gasp for air. Deathly discolored, Alv froze.
Then scrambled.
He darted toward the safety of the sequoias. The dragon landed before him. Alv tried to brake, skidded off balance, and landed on his back. Thump.
THUMP: one of the dragon's front feet in response. A claw scooped up the helpless Alv, who watched the purple underside of the beast fall below him as he was leveled to the dragon's maw. Driven inside. Drenched with hot, sticky saliva dripping to the ground: sizzling the grass on impact. Alv looked up into the dragon's eyes with a large, sheepish gulp. A giant tongue lapped over Alv's midriff. Then the dragon loosened its claw-grip, as the tongue lapped again and pulled in his prey. The fox screamed. He clawed and kicked at the tongue and at the walls of the mouth. The dragon laughed. The booming laughter ripped shockwaves through Alv, and he was dazed. He shook himself into consciousness, only to hear the maw snap shut. Pure darkness was reborn. And so the slimy tongue loosened a little, giving him slack and allowing his chest to expand, so his breathing momentarily hastened to take in any remaining oxygen. Those breaths soon turned chaotic and helpless in the air-deprived atmosphere of the dragon maw. Then the tongue tilted backwards. His body started sliding downwards. He clawed for something to hold on to on the tongue while his sliding palms simply saturated themselves in the slippery salivation. The giant set of dragon teeth became more distant overhead. He felt himself fall further into the throat. Then with a noisy gulp, a gush of saliva splashed down upon him and pushed him completely down the esophagus.
He landed with a wet plop into the bottom of the stomach, stretching the dragon's belly a bit. Giving him a good bulge. Nasty gurgling noises reverberated throughout These insides. They quaked. And Alv's body trembled to the low, heavy rumbling of high decibel bass, which was the gut acknowledging its fullness and the activation of its stomach acids. Horrified, the fox sprang to his feet. He watched the corrosive juices rise underneath his toes. A satisfied sigh from outside was heard, muffled by the walls of the stomach. Alv yipped. The acids touched his toes then scaled to his legs, and shrieks of agony escaped him. He tackled the walls with all his might. A second time. A third. Brace! Strike! Again the dragon laughed, amused by the fox's desperate wriggling around inside of him. When the creature within him settled down a bit, his belly rumbled, and he let loose a loud, wet, satiated belch.
Alv groaned at the dragon's triumph. Bathed in digestive enzymes and acids was his fur, sticky and stinking of rotten peach cobbler. Disgusted by the purrs of the victor, the vulpine slammed into the side of the stomach once more with every bit of chi he had left, only to receive the sounds of delight from above. He panted, tired and powerless, finally slipping from a stand against the stomach wall to a sit, with his back against it in forfeit. The juices steadily rose above his head. The fox folded his arms around each other and made one last pout:
“Hmph!”
To which bubbles rose to the surface. Having been completely pleased with his meal, the dragon grinned, shut his eyes, and belched out a heavy-bass burp, stirring the woods outside.
At some point, Alv had apparently fallen asleep after his defeat. He woke up. Still alive. The digestive juices were below even his chest now in sitting position. They weren't quite so corrosive anymore. He assumed the drake had prepared him for a slow death by lack of oxygen. It angered him.
“Hey! Finish the job already, will ya? I've suffered enough, being stuck here in this stinking gut of yours. The least you could do is make it quick. My precious fur is ruined. It's humiliating.”
“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the dragon.”
“Ha-ha-ha. Not funny.”
“I had this gut feeling you would say that.”
“Alright, alright. Let me out. Please.”
“No problem.”
What sounded like gurgling gave unease to the gut. Alv lost his balance and landed head-first on the cushioned bottom of the dragon's belly as it quivered. He lay there, staring up at the entrance to the esophagus as it suddenly opened and the acid fluids shivered, building up potential energy before shooting upward geiser-style and launching Alv high towards the ceiling. He rocketed through the esophagus, accompanied by a gagging sound, landing on a soft, plush tongue. Soft plush tongue? There was no more threat in the thought of lying on the slimy serpent in pink. For the first time since stepping into the forest, Alv felt relaxed. Until he was blasted out of the maw with a big, bubble-releasing belch, hitting the greenery covered in stomach liquids on his stinky fur.
“You have no idea how many times I've landed on my back today. And I smell awful.”
“Well, there's a river nearby. You can go wash off.”
“I'd rather not pollute it.”
He wasn't sure whether to laugh at his own joke, but the dragon's own laughter reassured him, so he chuckled along.
“So hey. My name's Sini. What's yours?”
“It's Alv. Alv the Fox.”
Feeling a tad more friendly, Alv and Sini shook paw and claw. So he's not as menacing as I thought, thought Alv. He wasn't that huge of a dragon; a little more than twice his size and about thirteen feet tall from head to claw. A question haunted the fox; he had to ask it. It didn't seem normal for a predator to regurgitate its prey.
“Why did you eat me if you spit me back up anyway?”
“You looked a little cold lying there on the ground. Plus, it was entertaining… for me. Consider it a greeting.”
Observing the surrounding woodlands charred by Sini's purple flames, Alv remarked: “You tried to burn me alive with the rest of the damned forest!”
“Hah. Nah. You've got it all wrong. I was trying to help you see. Keep you warm.”
“And why were you chasing me?”
“I WAS going to give you a formal greeting. After you got all scared, I thought it'd be more fun to just play along with it and eat ya.”
“Fair enough. Sini, since you insist on saying you wanted to help me, can you help me now? Y'know, getting out of this forest?”
“Yeah! Hop on my back.”
Because one, the two had built a mutual trust, and two, Alv had never ridden on the back of anything before, he didn’t hesitate to scurry to Sini's side and climb aboard. Immediately afterward came the realization he was afraid of heights. He already felt nauseous by gazing upon the woodland floor from the back of the dragon. However, Sini directed him back to his seat with the edge of his right wing when he tried slipping off on a whim. The dragon grinned slightly.
“You'll be fine. Just hold onto me tightly.”
Right then, Sini tilted his head back at Alv and showed his smile, his right eye looking back at Alv. Alv stared back, his mouth gaped a little. Maybe there's nothing to worry about after all.
He smiled back.
Sini's head cocked forward again.
“Alright. Let's go!”
His black and violet wings spread wide, expanding to the fullest. They flapped, and dragon and fox took to flight. From the fox's view, the shadowy trim of the forest soon fell away. Starlight kept him and the dragon company the whole ride home.
Here is Fox Meets Dragon, 2016. It's an updated version of the 2013 story. I've tiptoed around the really unwieldy and impractical things, because I think those are what give this story its charm; but any excess which came from my apprenticeship I've sawed away for your sake and my sake.
This returns me to a gentler time, and a gentler Sini. I look back at this story, and enjoy it, and hope that my delicately shrewd proofing will help you enjoy it too.
Roaming the woods at a nightly hour: the fox. Curiosity had bested fear. He had stumbled into the dark enclave of tall sequoias and strange sounds. He had never dared before.
What he noticed was how useless his keen eyesight had become. The perfect forest canopy prohibited the smallest speck of starlight from trespassing, and feeling around his environment with his hands while he walked was the only way to save himself from running into stumps, stickery bushes, and other unidentifiable flora. A perfect silence excluding the sound of his feet fumbling kept him alert but shaky. Quivering. What was a few minutes felt eternal. He thought about turning back. But his sense of direction was skewed. Discombobulated. His movements: clumsy. Tip-toeing over ancient roots. Hugging a trunk as he orbited round it ninety degrees, only to realize moments later he had lost sense of direction. Confusion. He stood still. He tried to concentrate. But the silence was too loud. A perfect silence excluding the sound of his feet fumbling.
Except his feet weren’t moving. It struck him. Something was awake. Aware of his presence.
Rustles reverberated, an eery echo sounding from a shadow-shrouded meadow. The sounds came from behind him. No. Wait. His right ear caught the sound more. A chill ran down Alv's spine. Fox ears perked up: alert: spying for any more sudden movements. Any disturbances to the detritus. But none came.
It's all my imagination, Alv thought.
I'm the only living existence.
He lifted a foot to take a step, pausing the foot in midair. Any sound? No. The foot was let down, plodded gently. Taking more steps was key. Slow. But building his pace. He took to a burglar’s tiptoe through this whatever of wherever. The tiptoe shapeshifted into a walk. The absence of many obstacles assisted in this change. He felt more free. He had the impression of more space as he maneuvered. He stretched his arms to a T, reaching both left and right. Reeling them in at his side. Lifting his palms to his eyes as if he could see them. No. Nothing. Not that he could see.
Nothing was around him anymore. Perhaps he had waded into a grove. Would he drown in darkness? No intrusions to his ears, save from grass rustling. But wait. He checked his feet again. They weren't moving, and the rustle wasn’t his. The movements grew, undressing from faint attire. His heart thumped harder. His ears shivered as they tuned into irregular exhales. His own inhale. His own exhale. An exhale as he inhaled. A heartbeat was skipped. He suddenly spun around.
“Who is it?”
Alv's voice bounced back like a pulse: like his own pulse. So dull, yet so present now. This time the exhales weren't concealed. They were naked. Uncaring of being anything but raw and true to form. Rumbling. Hungry. Miasmas of the imagination clawed at Alv from the inside. His feet stole him like mad. Aimless in abyss. Only safe direction: away. But the breathing hightailed him, heavy and hard, as if pleasured by the sheer fear of the fox reeking from his pores. Stimulation, each sweat drop. The second set of feet homed forward. The fox's breaths sprang into frantic gasps like a straightjacketed lunatic's mid panic attack. Swerve, duck, weave. A drop to all fours. A firework of adrenaline. Zig, zag, turn, twist! Feigned steps in opposite directions. Gotta… replenish speed… drained himself...
As he lagged, steaming hot stinking breath beat hotter on his backside. Every of the beast’s exhales singeing his fur. His heartbeat crescendoed. He galloped. His paws out-paced the tempo inside his torso. Alv let loose one last burst of chi with a sprint. With all he had left. Sweat ragged, and parched, and dead tired. Mid gallop his limbs collapsed. And he fell, and the grass embraced him. His panting. He was. Trying to. Catch. Breath.
For forever, he lay there. The predator no longer stirred. Alv sighed in relief. The sweat began to cool. The cooling was a pleasant sensation. At first. Minutes like hours ran by, which redeemed the loneliness: the stabbing silence of the woods. The coolness became coldness, and he shivered in his coat of wet and salty sweat. His teeth began to chatter as he clasped each shoulder discus with the arm opposite.
So... cold.
His respiration frosted. Of course, he couldn't see the cold clouds of carbon dioxide escape his mouth in the color-ridden enclave. Alv thought he was experiencing an after-effect of dehydration. But icicles formed under the high-held branches, and their dew drops crystallized. The Northern Wind swept over the fox, and his bones shook.
Curled up in a ball with his arms now wrapped around his knees. Tucked legs. He couldn’t stop whimpering and shivering, but his heart slowed. No matter now. Let the pulse slow. Become slower. Let the eyes be blanketed by the lids: snug. Let Slumber have company.
* * *Fwoosh!
Panic. He woke up. Hysterical. Brightly blazing amethyst flames hopped from treetop to treetop and stung his opening eyes, which had become accustomed to the pitch black of Before. Squinting didn’t dampen their radiance. The warmth of the flames ate away at the Winter winds; the flames consumed the blackness until they had fully engorged themselves. They surrounded him, a halo of purple plasma damn near blinding him. His head flicked and flickered. From where had this fire sparked?
A hard thud hit the ground behind the fox. He sprang up, twisted three-sixty, and gaped with childish horror. Unmistakably, the predator towered above him, breathing its same foul, fox-singeing breath. That dreadful dragon's breath which choked him out of a gasp for air. Deathly discolored, Alv froze.
Then scrambled.
He darted toward the safety of the sequoias. The dragon landed before him. Alv tried to brake, skidded off balance, and landed on his back. Thump.
THUMP: one of the dragon's front feet in response. A claw scooped up the helpless Alv, who watched the purple underside of the beast fall below him as he was leveled to the dragon's maw. Driven inside. Drenched with hot, sticky saliva dripping to the ground: sizzling the grass on impact. Alv looked up into the dragon's eyes with a large, sheepish gulp. A giant tongue lapped over Alv's midriff. Then the dragon loosened its claw-grip, as the tongue lapped again and pulled in his prey. The fox screamed. He clawed and kicked at the tongue and at the walls of the mouth. The dragon laughed. The booming laughter ripped shockwaves through Alv, and he was dazed. He shook himself into consciousness, only to hear the maw snap shut. Pure darkness was reborn. And so the slimy tongue loosened a little, giving him slack and allowing his chest to expand, so his breathing momentarily hastened to take in any remaining oxygen. Those breaths soon turned chaotic and helpless in the air-deprived atmosphere of the dragon maw. Then the tongue tilted backwards. His body started sliding downwards. He clawed for something to hold on to on the tongue while his sliding palms simply saturated themselves in the slippery salivation. The giant set of dragon teeth became more distant overhead. He felt himself fall further into the throat. Then with a noisy gulp, a gush of saliva splashed down upon him and pushed him completely down the esophagus.
He landed with a wet plop into the bottom of the stomach, stretching the dragon's belly a bit. Giving him a good bulge. Nasty gurgling noises reverberated throughout These insides. They quaked. And Alv's body trembled to the low, heavy rumbling of high decibel bass, which was the gut acknowledging its fullness and the activation of its stomach acids. Horrified, the fox sprang to his feet. He watched the corrosive juices rise underneath his toes. A satisfied sigh from outside was heard, muffled by the walls of the stomach. Alv yipped. The acids touched his toes then scaled to his legs, and shrieks of agony escaped him. He tackled the walls with all his might. A second time. A third. Brace! Strike! Again the dragon laughed, amused by the fox's desperate wriggling around inside of him. When the creature within him settled down a bit, his belly rumbled, and he let loose a loud, wet, satiated belch.
Alv groaned at the dragon's triumph. Bathed in digestive enzymes and acids was his fur, sticky and stinking of rotten peach cobbler. Disgusted by the purrs of the victor, the vulpine slammed into the side of the stomach once more with every bit of chi he had left, only to receive the sounds of delight from above. He panted, tired and powerless, finally slipping from a stand against the stomach wall to a sit, with his back against it in forfeit. The juices steadily rose above his head. The fox folded his arms around each other and made one last pout:
“Hmph!”
To which bubbles rose to the surface. Having been completely pleased with his meal, the dragon grinned, shut his eyes, and belched out a heavy-bass burp, stirring the woods outside.
* * *At some point, Alv had apparently fallen asleep after his defeat. He woke up. Still alive. The digestive juices were below even his chest now in sitting position. They weren't quite so corrosive anymore. He assumed the drake had prepared him for a slow death by lack of oxygen. It angered him.
“Hey! Finish the job already, will ya? I've suffered enough, being stuck here in this stinking gut of yours. The least you could do is make it quick. My precious fur is ruined. It's humiliating.”
“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the dragon.”
“Ha-ha-ha. Not funny.”
“I had this gut feeling you would say that.”
“Alright, alright. Let me out. Please.”
“No problem.”
What sounded like gurgling gave unease to the gut. Alv lost his balance and landed head-first on the cushioned bottom of the dragon's belly as it quivered. He lay there, staring up at the entrance to the esophagus as it suddenly opened and the acid fluids shivered, building up potential energy before shooting upward geiser-style and launching Alv high towards the ceiling. He rocketed through the esophagus, accompanied by a gagging sound, landing on a soft, plush tongue. Soft plush tongue? There was no more threat in the thought of lying on the slimy serpent in pink. For the first time since stepping into the forest, Alv felt relaxed. Until he was blasted out of the maw with a big, bubble-releasing belch, hitting the greenery covered in stomach liquids on his stinky fur.
“You have no idea how many times I've landed on my back today. And I smell awful.”
“Well, there's a river nearby. You can go wash off.”
“I'd rather not pollute it.”
He wasn't sure whether to laugh at his own joke, but the dragon's own laughter reassured him, so he chuckled along.
“So hey. My name's Sini. What's yours?”
“It's Alv. Alv the Fox.”
Feeling a tad more friendly, Alv and Sini shook paw and claw. So he's not as menacing as I thought, thought Alv. He wasn't that huge of a dragon; a little more than twice his size and about thirteen feet tall from head to claw. A question haunted the fox; he had to ask it. It didn't seem normal for a predator to regurgitate its prey.
“Why did you eat me if you spit me back up anyway?”
“You looked a little cold lying there on the ground. Plus, it was entertaining… for me. Consider it a greeting.”
Observing the surrounding woodlands charred by Sini's purple flames, Alv remarked: “You tried to burn me alive with the rest of the damned forest!”
“Hah. Nah. You've got it all wrong. I was trying to help you see. Keep you warm.”
“And why were you chasing me?”
“I WAS going to give you a formal greeting. After you got all scared, I thought it'd be more fun to just play along with it and eat ya.”
“Fair enough. Sini, since you insist on saying you wanted to help me, can you help me now? Y'know, getting out of this forest?”
“Yeah! Hop on my back.”
Because one, the two had built a mutual trust, and two, Alv had never ridden on the back of anything before, he didn’t hesitate to scurry to Sini's side and climb aboard. Immediately afterward came the realization he was afraid of heights. He already felt nauseous by gazing upon the woodland floor from the back of the dragon. However, Sini directed him back to his seat with the edge of his right wing when he tried slipping off on a whim. The dragon grinned slightly.
“You'll be fine. Just hold onto me tightly.”
Right then, Sini tilted his head back at Alv and showed his smile, his right eye looking back at Alv. Alv stared back, his mouth gaped a little. Maybe there's nothing to worry about after all.
He smiled back.
Sini's head cocked forward again.
“Alright. Let's go!”
His black and violet wings spread wide, expanding to the fullest. They flapped, and dragon and fox took to flight. From the fox's view, the shadowy trim of the forest soon fell away. Starlight kept him and the dragon company the whole ride home.
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