"Long time no see. Or, I suppose not at all," Skullius said relaxedly.
The beast that appeared before him was a great white fox with dark eyes. It pushed away nearby trees, its immense size causing rocks and pebbles to bob up and down with each of its footsteps.
It stopped only when it was five meters away from Skullius, sat on its hind legs and wore a menacing grin. This grin, however, did not have an ounce of mirth behind it. It was merely a behavioural trait engrained in the beast, as hinted by its name – Grinning Jester Fox.
A harsh breath left the creature's nostrils and it peppered Skullius lightly.
Ashema gave a whistle and released the strings of blood connected to his victims. They all slumped down, laying flat on their chests and he used their bodies, which rose in a mound, as his seat. Producing a large, dirty gourd somewhere unseen, Ashema then excitedly began to extract the blood from all the beasts he had been toying with, feeding it into the vessel.
