Foxx was laying on the bed, strapped to it, God knew how long. The darkness that surrounded him didn't scare him anymore. Recently, the fox started seeing the outlines of some things. A chair, a small table, nothing much, really. During his free time, he found out how to control his power. He started by making some small shadow, of different little objects, and, with time, he started making more complex shadows, new weapons, objects, thing that might be useful. He got bored easily, so it was something good to kill all the time he had.
As the time passed, he wondered when he would be able to get out of that bed.
"I've been here for so long..." he said, his voice slightly different from disuse. He sighed, making some shadows and watching them fight in the darkness above him. It was all quiet, the silence seemed to be unbearable, it would feel like it was making some kind of pressure in your ears, but the fox seemed unaffected.
But then, something happened. The restraints on his wrists and ankles loosened, then moved under the bed, leaving Foxx free to move. He slowly pulled himself up until he was sitting.
"Wow... these still work..." he said to himself, looking at his furred arms, only seeing their outlines. He moved slightly, shaking with the effort, and was surprised to see that he could stand. He thought it would be much harder, due the long period without moving.
He looked around, seeing the chair and the table, then turned to a wall with what looked like a crack. He always wondered what the crack was for, so he walked near. Reaching the wall, he pressed the palm of his paw against the crack. A sound was heard, and a part of the wall moved, letting in a bright white light.
"Ahh..." Foxx whimpered, covering his eyes. Some moments later, he got used to the brightness, and noticed the white corridor outside of his room. He stepped outside, looking around and seeing a camera. The young fox looked at himself, and blushed deeply, getting in the room again and getting behind a wall. "Ok... I'm naked and there's cameras outside... glad I thought of something..." he said, embarrassed. He focused for a little while, shadows gathering around him. Soon, it looked like he was wearing a long black and grey cloak. It wasn't much, but at least it kept him covered. "Heh... Not exactly my favorite colors, but I don't have a lot of colors to choose with shadows..." he mumbled. He moved his paw, making a black sword appear. "Much better, at least I have something to use in case I have to protect myself."
With that, he left the room, carving a small X on the door, then left through the white corridor. True, the room was pitch black, but Foxx felt it was like a home to him.
(OOC Thread:
http://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=7731.0)
