m<a class="postlink" href="http://rokouki.deviantart.com/favourite">http://rokouki.deviantart.com/favourite</a>m... 0#/d3ighpe<br/><br/>m<a class="postlink" href="http://www.tripodgirl.com/memories/..._fox-797544.jpg">http://www.tripodgirl.com/memories/..._fox-797544.jpg</a>m<br/><br/>Sirens blared in the distance of the port as people started to shout.<br/><br/>"Escapee!"<br/><br/>"It escaped, catch it!!"<br/><br/>The jingling of a chain clattered along the planks of what appeared to be a cargo ship as a tiny creature dragged the much-heavier weight behind itself.<br/><br/>The people searching for it belonged to a rather rich young woman who'd bought it at an auction twelve years ago.<br/><br/>He'd been sold as a pet and, even though he was a shifter, the woman was so ignorant that she'd kept him in a tiny two square foot cage with an embedded spiked collar, preventing his ability to shift.<br/>So, the tiny fox stayed in his animal form for twelve years of his life, losing the most important time to develop as he remained stuck in the woman's bedroom, eventually only used to snuff out her cigarettes when she got bored.<br/><br/>He was now seventeen years of age, but his growth was quite blunted and he was shorter than most foxes, smaller. His fur was also disgusting, covered in burns and ash. It had once been a pure silvery-white, now it was dusty gray with black splotches everywhere from burns.<br/><br/>The tiny fox had seen his one chance to escape when the person transferring him to her other small car dropped his cage...and due to the age of the container, it had broken apart.<br/>He'd bolted up the ramp of a cargo-looking ship and was now tromping down below deck before ducking in to a room that had a door slightly ajar.<br/>The second he got inside he pushed it closed with his head, though it took quite a bit of effort.<br/><br/>The little male didn't care if he wasn't aloud there, or who was in the room, he was just silently praying that no one opened the door because he'd used the remainder of his energy just to get inside and shut the door, hopefully making whoever tried to find him think he wouldn't have been able to get inside a closed door.<br/><br/>However...the chain had gotten stuck under the door and the fox was now starting to panic as he yanked and pulled against the blasted object. The spikes in his throat jabbed painfully, but he'd grown so used to the pain that it didn't hinder his struggles to get away...but he was getting no where, just causing his neck to bleed badly.