// sionnach brocair

Dyeep one nyte, am dark and am cold. Nyet a person awayke, but one. Thems a owl of nyte, a thinker, a thoughtfull one. And hafve cooking local steak. A dead cow. Ist an issue with nature and am orrible reactions.

“Have had of a lazed daiy. None work begotten. But for eatings, and consumings. They did not speak with nature that day, nor any day recent. They never had the ways of it. And so they sat in their dining room, eating steak by a candle and listening to the old winds blow for it was a windy, dry storm night. Mans nayme was Diogen, and was a person of null belief, someone who cared not for the land they were surrounded by, nor the whole world they inhabited. 

Once done with the flesh of the dead, Diogen took the lefts outside, ready for worms and flowers. This was good. But them acted not good enough it seems. For a hedghehoge approach him from bushes and darkness. They squeak as their thin pointed nose aimed. Digoen looked down at their spiked body in amusement, “Avent see you guys in a while. Thought the cats had ya.” The tiny hog squeaked. Diogen nodded. 

Until a rarer sight. A stripe of red leered out the bushery. Two glowing blue eyes came above shaggy teeth. “Oh! A fox!” Diogen said. “You are hungry? I know this plight. Take him.” The man knelt down as the Fox’s eyes narrowed on the hedghehoge, awaiting the perfect time to strike and tear the little thing apart. Teeth grew out the side of their mouth as dribbled dripped from the corner. 

“Here ya go” Diogen tossed the startled creature over to the more startled Fox. The grin become glum. No smile anymore. The eyes now looked in disbelief at the man as the flustered hog waddle away. The winds stopped. The dry air became thick and sickly. Leaves on the bush that the fox hid in now lay still, allowing the creature inside to showcase themself. Putting one paw forward they exited the bushery. “Youv no mind for it?” asked the human. No respond came from the Fox, just anotha paw out the bush. 

It was still dark, still hard to see em. The glow of the eyes dimmed as the head bowed. Anotha paw came from the bush. “It ull get awyay-” croaked the man, anotha paw. He stepped back, keeping eye on Fox, feet looking for backdoor of the house. The low hanging Foxhead glided out the bush. The neck become a snake. 

“What?” asked Diogen. As he stumbled back into the door, opening it with a turned hand. He collapsed into the house and kicked the door shut with slams. The air began again and the wind was right. 

When Diogens eyes looked out the windaw, him saw only a quivering bush and a hedghehoge leaving to the left in a tiny fencehole. After a moment of standing and assessing, the wind slipped quiet slight. And a Foxes howl came from the front of the house. Followed by anotha from afar. From the oakwoods out over. Have them left him? Have him been forgivven? 

Diogen felt a curse bubblin inside, dyeep down in the gutty works. Him heard another howl. Terrifying things. Sound like babies, scared people, unnatural sounds. Running to bed, he slept badly. Uneven. Actually not a wink came to he. Howl after howl occurred. Getting closer. From all angles. He got up. Paced the room. Looked outside to see nothing. Paced again. Got into bed. Repeating this for some time. 

Until a crash came from inside. Downstairs. 

“Gasp” he gasped. Up and out he got, him standing in the cold dark in him thin nightcloth. “What dye warrant? What dye waaaaaant?” he managed to beckon down the stairs. A paw’s shadow moved across the floor from dyeeper underfloor. The shadow moved silently and flickered the dark blue hue that came from the sky outside. Diogen grabbed himself a small table as a weapon. “Ill have ya, dirty basterd, fiend, fuzzfucker” the table weilding man scream as he moved slowly down each step. 

He at the bottom. No Fox to be seen. But glass on the floor from the windaw from before. Put him on high alert. As his eyes squinted to scour the ground floor of his small cottage house, he noticed a face in the windaw. An animal face. A Foxes face. He jumped back. Looking at the dark shadowy face. He realised now the glass on the floor is from a high up windaw. Not one that should be Fox height. 

The face in the windaw stared back. A small white shimmer came from the lower head, it was them teeth, glinting from moonlight. Fear was now in Diogen. “You will go!” shouted the scared man. He turned to see another dark face in another windaw behind. And another two to him side. Diogen was hamgaeedig. And him was pissing. A crack of falling glass came from the a side room. A Fox head popped around the doorway, only it was far higher than it should of been.

This was enough for Diogen, he screamed a bloodcurdling scream that echoed around the home and out the broken glass. It was barbaric and gutwrenching. The type you would wake up from and see what is the matter. Except on the second scream, a Foxhead from behind copied the scream, but made it sound more animalistic. Like a display of threat. The air was fear. Diogen was shakin in him boot. He could not move. Another scream, followed by more copying and morphing. 

“HEEELPP!” he finally mustered out. But it was immediately covered with a wild caw from the Fox. Becoming not regocnisable. The Foxes head from the other room began to grow closer. Diogen flopped to the floor. Quaking in every limb. Mutteryins for mercy. A falling droplet caught him eye. He looked down as it lands on floor. And back up to the nearing smile that grows on the dark face. Diogen realised what the droplet was and new him were now the hog.

Twas nothing but dribble.