The Fox Hole

[Faux_Pas]

It's rather hard to find, that door.
Nestled away behind stone and overgrown bushes, buried behind trees that hide it from view. Down a path left to the elements, you would only find it if you were intending to see it.

But once you do...
Once you open that door, pass the creaking hinges, take the stone steps down, down, down...
The place you find is certainly not as long forgotten.

Well stocked and well lit, considering how far underground it actually resides. Wall decor rests on the knots of twisted roots from the trees above, electric run in from my own cave that can be returned to via other winding tunnels hidden away behind other doors. Where those doors lead back to are varied; the open rooms available for others, or perhaps to my own private quarters... A door blocked by heavy lock needing an equally heavy key.

Another doorway leads to another favorite spot for me; a kitchen of spacious design in such a small place. Equally well stocked, and waiting for the whim of creative cooking to strike me.

So, will you come hunt down my Fox Hole?
I've left you a path, through the winding woods.
Listen to my fox friends. They'll lead you the right way.

But do be careful.
They can be temperamental little things.

 

[Faux_Pas]

"Elvis. Eartha. Stop that. Come on now, just because I'm carrying steaks doesn't mean it's for you. Look, they're still wrapped in paper and everything." A scolding tone taken against the two foxes tagging along behind her as she treads down her hall, perching the parcel on one arm as she opens the door with the other. She need this place more than ever. A place to think and to cook, to separate herself away.

Happy little fox in her happy little place.
With two nosy little friends.

"Scraps. I promise. Eartha, get a wrangle on your boy." A tiny giggle, scooting around the set as she moves off through the tavern, making her way to her own kitchen area. The scent of freshly arrived rosemary greeting her, though not intended for tonight.

Enough for two.
Cooking for one.

The heavy cast iron pan pulled out from under the counter, placed upon the stove, the steaks unwrapped as a warning glance is given to the two little friends. "Out! Shoo! You know better," She attempt as a warning voice, though a smile can be heard through the words. The two bolt away, leaving her alone to cook.

Thick layer of sea salt, caked upon both steaks. Left to rest.
Off to extras.
Mushrooms, brandy. Butter. Garlic. Soy, Worcestershire.
A touch of this, a touch of that, settled in a saucepan upon the stove.

Potatoes, diced and lathered with oil. That rosemary finds a use! Sprinkled upon them with salt and pepper to join, wrapped tightly in foil, settling into the oven.

Wine.
Won't drink the brandy.
Don't like the taste alone.

A bottle of red, the label rubbed off. Don't care. Pretty red, works well enough. Popped open with a squeeze and a shove and a tug, nearly spilling onto the floor before finding its way into an actual wine glass for a happy fox to sip. Already a smile, peeking over to the resting food in waiting.

Rinse, season, turn on the pan.
Hot. Hotter than hot.
Cook like Grandpa- "Skip it across until the cow stops mooing."
A good crust of charring and a tender deep red inside.

Test the sauce.
Check the potatoes.

Nearly ready.... But just wishing for company aside from the two still spying foxes in the overhead skylight, peering down into the kitchen from above. Stealing the scents, and eyeing their friend. "I said scraps!," comes the loud reminder, another giggle coming up to them. "Not an entire steak, you mooches!"

 

[Faux_Pas]

A new day and new things to try.
Snow made it into the passage. An angry Eartha leads the way, pouncing through the little drifts that formed, Elvis simply meandering with the keeper of the FoxHole.

Foxy mode kicked in today.
Tail, ears. Faux fur lined sweater, soft brown-red.
A little black skirt, room for the tail to sway. Still learning how to do that.
Still getting accustomed to the way it... Feels.

Music day.
Silly music to make a Fox smile.
Pirate rock.
Gypsy rock.

Why?
Why not?!

Fill the forest with unusual but fun sounds of violins and accordions, electric guitars and xylophones.

And... Alcohol.
Again, WHY NOT?!

 

[Faux_Pas]

how can a morning in teen temperatures feel warmer than a 30 degree day like yesterday?!

Ok, granted, my hair is STILL frozen from the walk from house to car then car to work, but....
How?!

 

[stickwork]

This is truly.... interesting.

 

[Faux_Pas]

I wish I knew why I feel so fucking angry anymore.
I just find myself seething lately. Over... everything.

 

[Faux_Pas]

*Settles in at a table with Eartha at her feet, a notebook splayed upon the knotted wood surface*

Since the thoughts won't stop pouring, let's use ink to mark them down.


Medicinal Purposes Only- claimed
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ABC List- claimed
A random pairing is given the chance to win a million dollars from an online contest... but they need to complete the challenge and be filmed 24/7. The challenge? Have sex in 26 different places or variations, based on the alphabet.





Royal Love-
The Queen passed away during the birth of the youngest child, the Princess. The King has recently passed. The Advisor wishes to have the Prince married off to a Princess of a neighboring land... But his sights are more set on his younger sister, who is abhored by this idea. He is deadset on claiming her, however....


The Two Witches-
Civil fighting between two sorceresses stops being so civil.




Apprentice-
A magician seeks an apprentice, sending out invitations to the villages near his dwelling. Numerous young men show up to answer the call in high hopes.... But what catches his eye is a girl that's attempted to respond. He immediately grows sour at this, believing women have no place in magic, but puts on a show of accepting her- only to try and break her spirit on it. Things get rather rough, abusive and demeaning on his part... but she refuses to give up and endures him. This only adds fuel to his own fire.




The Pearl of Rochefort -
A rising pirate captain hears tales of a pearl with incredible worth residing in the Manor at Rochefort. When he sets to steal it, he can't seem to find it... Encountering the lord's daughter, he demands she tell him where it is, but gets no cooperation. He kidnaps her, intent on at least ransoming her for some type of gain- only to find out later that his goal wasn't as far away as he thought.

 

[Faux_Pas]

No shoes.
Red toenails.
Bare feet in mud and puddles, happy and drenched in an afternoon summer rain. Dancing and splashing, flicking drops towards the hesitant creatures watching her play from the safety beneath the entryway trees. A little scoff given at their shying away from the splashes results in a yip from Elvis, and a tongue coming out from their human friend.

"You two are spoiled rotten! Come play with me! Afraid of a little rain-what kind of foxes are you? Get over here and-"

A sudden rumble of thunder interrupts her words, sending her as well scrambling up to join the pair beneath the tree. Shivering and looking about in hesitant fear of the sound, pausing only a moment as another little noise comes from Eartha.

Mocking.

"Oh shut up," comes the hissed reply, hugging her arms about herself. "Thunder. Totally different. I'm not afraid of the RAIN..."