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Autumn was the rare season where the dark and gloomy Absum Lux territory was decorated with clouds of scarlets, orange, and cinnamon shades. The soft rustle of leaves could be heard spinning along the dirt path behind him. Soul was a sage in Absum Lux, a healer and currently he found exactly what he was looking for, peppermint. An herb that grew only in times when the ground was frosted and although this was Absum Lux's first frosty morning the peppermint was already growing nicely. Soul bent down his head and plucked out the herb, he was a glossy silvery tom with dark henna patterns along his body. What he had yet to realize was that he was being stalked by a fox. The creature blended well with the scenery and given the odd wind flow of the forest he had yet to pick up on the foxes scent. His focus on hunting for herbs seemed to blind him to his surroundings. As he wandered farther into the forest the fox did too.
As someone who had seen her share of the outside word, Nemesys would not have described the Coalition's territory as vibrantly. Sure, there was some more color than usual in the bleak cityscape, but it was hardly noticed be the leader. The orange was a mere splash in the overwhelming grey, one that she wished remained static. The flash of orange through the wooded part of the territory was all too familiar. Her woods always seemed to become the home of the foxes chased away by the Clans, or at least that's what she thought.
She sighed as she followed the orange devil's scent trail farther into the territory, but soon enough the faint smell of peppermint mixed in and obscured the scent of the animal. She laughed to herself at the fox's clueless cunning before pushing forward.
