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Spikey hair and a scarred face kept people away from him. Vulcan, a tall young man with numerous scars, many on one side of his face and back, was walking along the lovely forest path. Bright blue eyes and golden hair back in what looked like gravity defying spikes of hair. He looked like he got the crap kicked out of him then touched an electrical outlit. Needless to say not many people talked to him if they saw him walking. He walked past everyone too, so no need to worry about weird questions. A loose whie tunic tucked into black pants, along with nice leather shoes, his great sword on a hilt on his back. Vulcan was obviously a fighter.
He blinked a few times, stopped, and sneezed four times in a row. Looking around sheepishly, he noticed something up wind. Ooo, a fox. And from the looks of the tails a few foxes. Vulcan blinked and rubbed at his nose, since when was he allergic to foxes? Could you be allergic to foxes? He shook his head and walked towards it, and noticed... a girl? Vulcan leered up at her and spoke before the words could leave him.
"What -are- you? Some sort of fox girl?"
Vulcan, a man with extrodinarily good eyesight, and a great sense of smell, was a falcon anthro. Of course, his fully human form, the one he was in now, was his favourite, only turning into a bird when he had to get away from something. It wasn't fun turning back to normal and being completely naked with everything you posessed left behind in a heap.
"Sorry. Let me rephrase that. Hello, I'm Vulcan, I noticed you have a lot of tails, may I enquire as to what you might be?"