Waking up in the dark room the only sound is heavy regular breathing coming from her side. The whole long blurry night flashing clear for a moment in her still sleeping head, she had sex, she could feel the moist aftermath dampening the fur in her groin and rump area around her tail base. Taking a moment to replay the night in her head, grabbing her knees and pulling them in she lays and thinks. Her night started off normal, she had gone out to the Human city, to enjoy the luxuries human habitation always afforded. Being a canine fur she was easily accepted into Human areas and even some Elfin ones.
Born and raised by Foxkin she never had all the luxury of human technology. Being raised by Foxkin, she had a mundane childhood, well cared for and well fed, she still wanted more for as long as she could remember. Foxkin are a simple animal folk, keeping to nature and basic needs. Foxkin shy and skittish by nature, DarkAngel was nothing like them. DarkAngel was raised by Foxkin yes, but she was not one of them. Her mother had been but she was stolen and captured by demons. Taken deep into the shadows of Equine the demon's home world, she was ravaged and made into a slave and plaything. Abused and beaten she eventually wound up pregnant with child. Knowing she would be tortured or killed she begged and pleaded until a sympathetic harem slave using some stolen magic took and sent the unborn child which was thankfully near her birthing day, far off to the forests of Furegon where the Foxkin lived after moving to hide from further raids.
Now all grown up she moved away from the forests and into the suburbs bordering the Human city known as Birth Valley, the site of the first Human colony and the Human's largest city on Furegon. Being so close to humans fascinated her, most Animal-kin stayed away from human populated areas, well most except the Mousekin. They seemed to love the Humans and their technology. Mice were the first Animal-kin race the Humans encountered when they came to Furegon. Making a deal for tech for labor, the human's instantly had a work force army of labor and thus the Mousekin were thrown centuries ahead in their technologic evolution. The Humans brought with them their companion race, the Canines. Long ago they saw fit to genetically evolve their pet companions becoming a loved sub species of their original pets.
DarkAngel being sired by a demon and born from a Foxkin, she had the slender build of a fox but the bulk and power of darkness of her demonic roots. She was covered in a charcoal black fur with white chest and mask highlights, additionally she bore the white socks of Foxkin. She was almost always mistaken for a Human Canine in Human cities and she liked it like that. Far too many people took notice of a Foxkin if they did go to a Human city.
Her night started off as it was expected to, she went to a Human recreation area. These areas are places of wonder even to Humans, all sorts of pleasures are to be had, movies, music, art even temporal projections. Temporal projections, a new form of entertainment where one can view the past, You can't do anything but you can view any moment in the available areas. DarkAngel was walking out from a new movie she just enjoyed very much so, when she ran into HIM. Dark red fur, strong arms, a bright smile and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Standing 5'2" his wide pink ears twitching and looking up into her own vivid purple ones. Standing there looking at each other he clears his throat and begins, "hello" he chirps and then mews, smiling. That was the beginning of her wild night. Taken with the genuine smile and those endlessly deep blue eyes, She could do nothing but nod when asked to join him in a walk. "My name is Nelwin" he offered and perked his large ears toward her seeking a reply. "DarkAngel" she managed, Nelwin was a blood red Mousekin, wearing a matching red cap and t-shirt which was obviously human made. They walked in silence for a short time, Nelwin hopping and mewing here and there, his pink tail whipping to and fro.
DarkAngel walked and managed small talk as they wandered the busy city streets full of Humans and Mousekin with some other animal races peppered here and there. She was wearing her usual, a purple skirt not too short but enough to make even Human males turn their heads, her top was a tight fitting tube top, to show off her ample breasts. Movement pulls her back to her current situation then it stops as they settle back down, his breathing becoming regular again.
