User blog:Seville switch/Seville the Blind

Prologue:

We were a great race of foxes, with the fur of ash and the eyes of flame. We plundered the lands and crushed all opposition under iron claws-black as night. With an armada fit to rule the world, we conquered the islands surrounding ours, taking flame to the inhabitants' delicate lives.

But one reynard in our forces brought our downfall. One who had the same fur of ash and the same eyes of fire. We scorned him, but he proved to be stronger than us all. This fearsome warrior, now a faded memory of bygone ages, was Seville the Blind.

1:

A storm raged over the Isle of Girmm, slashing with violent winds at the great trees. The waves roared and swelled, dropping down upon the shores with mountains of foam and spray. A small group of mice were taking refuge in a cliff cavern, huddling close to keep warm. On each of their backs was a woven basket, filled with seaweed and other ocean produce.

"Oh! If only we had stayed and waited for the storm to pass! I hope the elders and young 'uns are all right." cried a mouse.

"Hush, they are fine. The huts will hold against this wind." comforted her husband. "We will do well to look after ourselves for the moment."

They huddled closer, waiting for the storm to pass.

Out in the ocean, not far from the cavern, was a ship. It's decks and hull were a dark wood, perfect for night sailing and camouflage. The sails were stretched taut on the wind, the rigging whistled with the gales and spray. Captain Bluddgut strode the decks, swishing his plumed tail in confidence, laughing in the face of the storm. He was a powerful fox in his midseasons, with gray fur clinging to his muscular frame in the rain. He wore a tattered frock coat, a white sash about his midriff, and a tricorn hat of black. He turned his amber eyes upon his motley crew, soaked with brine and rowing at the benches of the ship. ]