If the people below ever looked up, they my have seen on a nearby cell tower, a grim expressioned lone fox, his red fur standing out despite his darkened attire, leaning on the railing, looking out into the deepening gloom. Unhindered by other buildings this high up, the intense wind caused his hair and tail to whip around, lightning strikes and rain were visible as a storm front rolled in. His irises spun as they zoomed in, tracking the progress of a red sedan as it made it's way through the docks district. Finally it stopped at one of the warehouses, and a mink, fur shaved into gang symbols and carrying an M16, stepped out the shadows and walked up to the drivers window. Words were exchanged, and the cargo door cracked open enough to let the car through. The fox made a quick gesture as his vision returned to normal, causing a sword to appear in his paw with a faint shimmer of light. A smirk spread across his muzzle at the knowledge that he now had the weapon dealers he'd been tracking red-handed. As he readied himself to jump off the tower, a thought floated through his head that made his smirk turn into a full feral grin. Lock 'em and Rock 'em.


An awesome commision by  Nauro of my chareter posed on a cell tower in a storm, about to unleash a keg of whoop-ass on some unsuspecting punks!

Moonshine Fox copyright me
Art my  Nauro