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His day always seemed to be the same. Wake up, eat, get picked on by Hessat, go to work, repeat. Sometimes, his day would get a little spice to it with someone coming around to try and convince Hessat to let them borrow the little fox for the night. It never happened but at times Starling wondered how he got a bit of extra cash in the pockets. He never asked and went on with his day.

Starling never expect that today would be something completely new and different. The smith had finished his work in time for lunch. Closing down his forge and putting orders away he decided to return. Starling knew Lila well enough to avoid the main streets and stuck to the back roads. Weaving out and I between buildings, turning on his heels and idly playing with a dagger he freshly crafted. The clean steel twirled between his fingers easily. The balance was perfect but it could still use some work. He just needed to figure out where it could be tweaked.

Approaching Saints, he slipped the weapon into the back of his pants. No need to alarm anyone with an open blade. Coming in through the back he fixed himself something small to eat and returned to his room. As soon as he finished his meal he flopped on the bed for a quick cat nap.

This was about an hour ago and now the poor tired fox was stirring from his sleep. What was that noise? He could hear voices and someone calling out but he hadn't a clue what was being said. However, he could pick out Hessat's voice. Starling moaned and pulled a pillow over his head and held it there to block out the noise.

 "Why must he do business when I'm trying to sleep?" the fox whined! believing that his Keeper was merely trying to talk someone I to a fun afternoon. Well, as long as they stayed out of his room he could careless what was happening outside.

How did this even happen? Why was this happening to him? What deity has he pissed off so hard that they would punish him with this kind of fate? There where so many questions floating around in the foxes head but none could be answered because let's face it, everything hated him. He was positive this was true right now! Because here he was, standing in the middle of a dressing room without his normal mixture of leather and cotton clothing. Gone was his bandanna, gone were his boots, shirt, and pants as well as his dignity. In the place of all he lost he was wearing feminine clothing. 

But not just that, for some ungodly reason Rayne had forced him into a pair of ladies undies, a fancy blouse with an equally dark blue fancy corset. At his waist was a long skirt that had a high slit on the side that made the modest strain cringe. His shoulders could be seen as well as his legs, this was a nightmare for him! Rayne had traded out his normal hop earrings for a bit more bling and a necklace that matched. He tired to avoid the bracelets but Rayne told him this was a must. God, how did women breath in this..this..this thing?!

He wasn't sure what was worse, the outfit, the heels, the make up or the sickening adorable thin bow that rested in front of one ear. He put his manicured nails to his face in horror. "I'm a painted whore." His ears suddenly jerked to turn towards the sounds of his friends vocie. Horrified he went to the door. "I can't go out like this!" He whimpered. "I'll be a laughing stock! Rayne! Please, I am so sorry I missed our last two visiting days. I couldn't help that! But please...don't make me come out like this!" Wide eyed with fear he cracked the door open and held the knob in a death grip. "Please?" He asked in one last attempt to save what little pride he had left. He made looking like a girl far too easy and his voice as of no help to him. At all. He was doomed. The gods hated him but at least he could praise the heavens for Rayne had not tried to shove melons down his shirt.  

What was up with this girl? Why was she giving him the look like he was going crazy or something? He wasn't going crazy...was he? He didn't think he was but he knew his memory was all kinds of messed up but still. "Oh." Was his only remark towards the poor fella not being her type. Man, must be rought but still she didn't answer his question about why she was pulling his ears. He opened his mouth to reinforce the question but thought better of it. If she wasn't going to tell him then why would she tell him now?

The fox cringed lightly, "Guess it wouldn't end well if someone did leave you hanging, huh?" Lord, he hoped he never got on someones bad side especially this chick. He laughed lightly as if he had tried to make a joke and clearly failed at it. Oh boy. Starling finally dropped his hands from his ears and slipped off the crates as she circled him like a hawk. he did his best to ignore her movements and went for the disguarded apple.

He picked it up from the ground then dusted it off with a frown. Well, this apple wasn't any good now. It had pebbles and hay stuck to it. Yeah, that wasn't edible anymore. He felt a bit deflated and moarned his apple for a half a second. After the brief moment of silence he tossed the fruit down the alley. Oh well, it wasn't like he paid for it.

"Hessat? Oh, well I guess you don't know him then but he is my--wait, what?" All sudden coherent conversation was promptly lost at the mention of a river. The fox gapped at the woman for a second. "River?" The words came out as a mumble and the boy went into instant mental defense mode. How would she know something about that if she didn't know Hessat? "What do you mean? I should and I shouldn't? And what mark? I don't have anything there...do I?" He asked with confusion. His right hand pawed at his ear thinking that there might be something on it, like apple or some kind of black mark from forging.

"You aren't making any sense, Lady." He tired to not let her words get to him but the river comment bothered him most of all.