Meeting The Lightsworn Fox

Dorian stared at the girl, his eyes wide.

The girl stared back, slowly backing away from him. As she moved, a white light lit up in her eyes, and a ferocious snarl appeared on her face.

As she stepped away, Dorian got a better look at her.

She had a small figure, just a couple inches over 5 feet tall (1.57 meters). She was wrapped up in a form fitting white cloak, showing off her petite figure. This cloak had several long tears in it, exposing pale, milky white skin. Despite that, she seemed unaffected by the bitter cold that was everpresent in the cave system.

Her face was small, almost identical to that of a human, save for the beautiful, glowing silver pupils she possessed and the two small, tufted fox ears that emerged from her long silver hair.

"Sorry, sorry." Dorian held his hands up apologetically, stumbling backwards. His body was still recovering, both from exhaustion and from his injuries.