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A small form was standing in the river, the soft water making small and simple swirls around petite gray legs as the small Celox lapped water with a tiny pink tongue. The mist was heavy around the Celox, wrapping itself around tiny, petite form, in magical shapes and patterns. The Celox seemed not to notice, and he went on lapping water. The Celox was small, even for the kind of animal he was, and his horns that stuck straight up from his head, in thin, spiked, columns of cream-colored bone, looked too big for his body, like he would not be able to lift his head when he finished drinking and tumble in the water that flowed at a steady, calm rate. The light that was filtered though the trees, and that hit the small animal, the light bounced off soft, silver fur, that shined metallic, like it was meant to, in the sun. His eyes were large and green, and they glowed with an intense fire, he was intelligent, and that was what was reflected back at people, but he was primal to, infused with animal mind and instinct that always clouded his judgment. With a flick of his white dipped tail, the Celox was off, running in a graceful gait, deep into the woods, dodging trees and such as he did so, with perfect fox-like grace. It did not seem to matter where the animal was going, as long as he was free to run, and go where ever he wished, and although small, he could do just that, for his tiny, lithe form let him dodge things, slip into things, and go through things that animals of a larger, bigger size could never get though. He was nothing, but a silver blur, an arrow in the forest full of dark browns, greens, and the light gray fog that sat upon the forest like a simple blanket of something unknown. Finally, with a small grunt, the animal stopped, and contented himself with sitting under the shade of a tall pine tree, and getting a deposit of brown needles from above, in a shower of plant material. He seemed to make a small motion, like a sigh, and shook the needles from off of him, and letting them fall around, where they matched and mixed with the ground that had already gathered a large amount of these needles, and he laid down again, wrapping thick, fluffy tail around him, shut one of his huge green eyes, and drifted to the land of almost sleep.
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