The preacher referred his orations. Cavernous church and eight benches with two besides, colorful graven images below the two, and crucifixion cross up the roof at front edge. It was the sign for people to know where the church is. They did preach in Thursday about preparing to rest on the sabbath day. Then the orations ended with meeks heading home.
Filled water ditches and castle lowered in surround of it, to enter is to let chains down, that it held to keep it shut. Castle sized house structured in stone because there was history, the families' tragedy hiding behind those walls to avoid civil war.
The family was luxurious and religious, a wife was at hospital while the rest except the daughter was at church to attent, which the daughter has permitted the fox breeded female to dawdle. But it had to return staying away from the rich man whom it is husband, harasses it for many causes. The fox went back to its dungeon.
Disconsolated, foxy and forlorn, left down there while the family is funny and laughing, she wishes she had that too. She repeated whimpering without broken voices sounding, to not attract any members and find interest from that harassing rich man, covering her mouth to still make it soundless if her pain emerged from throat. Her cyan eyes aglow in pitch-black cell, for the people, they see her as a predator, but she isn't harmful and wouldn't hurt a youth. Sometimes the rich man's friends or guests will be tempted to see her themselves, terrified and distrustfully abandon the castle, they never want to see inside that house again.
She hears more cheers and low adore as if there's a newborn, a new ancestry was told by the mother to disallow it to see her, that broke her even more. She downcasted and cries her chance with volume up whilst the chats sound, only a few faintful cries she let out, downhearted in laying down. When that thought of the baby is welcomed as new friend, she was needful for a kind alike hers, to socialize with and feel better. Down there, the stone floors it gave pain to the paws, she desired waters to drink in exchange of soothing her headache. She looked upwards and miserably whispered, "I need somebody who is like me, somebody who I can care for."