Hello. This is my first story. I will try my best. =) I'm actually a romance writer so I'm pretty excited to try something difference.  

Before we start here's a brief explanation of years in his new world. Its the same as ours only it goes by the moon phases. So there is 12 moon phases in a year so each 12 phases is a year. Hopefully this helps and you're not confused.  

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Chapter One: Small, Cute and FLUFFY?????

The night was in its peak, the moon deluge the vicinity in its ethereal lucent radiance. Everything was still besides the wildlife which scuffle in their remedial routine, creating small disturbance in the serene  ambience of the twilight. A graceful owl landed overhead boring its mighty talons into the broad cottonwood branch. The wood gave a brief protest in acquiescence as the owl situated itself, it trembled  faintly and strew white cotton about. A tingling sensation spread near his scalp causing him to reach up and scratch yet when his fingers graze a strange object he yelped and pulled back.

"W..what the?" He shouted.

His voice came out as high soprano instead of his usual husky tone. The owl jerked its head sideway and abruptly snapped its sharply hooked bill together repeatedly in annoyance. Its head bobbed violently a shrill hiss emerging from its stout body. The harsh pitch distressed his ears or what he assumed to be his ears he shielded the top of his head with his clawed hands. He bent towards the ground and picked up a pebble flinging it towards the owl. Jared envisaged the owl ascending what he hadn't predetermined was it flying right for him. He rapidly rose to his feet and scrambled attempting to rid himself of the pest. The owl took one last dive at him then soared skywards and disappeared into the forest.

"Dumb bird!"

Distracted he fell flat on his face. He tried to stand up however he was unbalanced by his tail.

Wait tail more likes tails?? He had three pitch black tails sticking from his rear. As he looked closely the color seemed to meld with a darker blue.

What am I? He said to himself in amazement.

"You look like a normal mutt to me child. We everything besides those tails."

Startled he fell on his bottom again, "Who are you?"

"Me? well I'm nothing but a simple fox."

The light of the moon reflected off the crimson fox. Its tail sways rhythmically back and forth as it silently gaze at me.

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"You can talk?" He asked.

"Silly child! why wouldn't I."

He sighed dejectedly. Now what? Well its clear now that he really did die and that he is no longer in the same world.

How did he come to this conclusion? Animals don't simply start talking and the fox that was sitting in front of him was indisputable proof. 

"What's wrong?" The fox questioned inching closer.

"Urg...I don't know where this is? Or where am I." 

The fox looked at him dubiously before answering, "My boy you're in the land of the moon goddess Selene and her people, Aysun. This forest is called the reflecting woods for when the goddess is at her fullest it reflects her lights. This is one of the many forest owned by the beastmen."

He sat is silence looking at the fox with a baffled expression.

"It does seem like your memory is flawed. Did you hit your head?"

"Uhhh.."

*Should I play along? At this point better safe than sorry*

"I fell." He replied.

Suddenly his stomach rumbled. Feeling embarrassed his face turned red and his ears flatted atop his head. He cradled his stomach.

"Well it isn't surprising you're hungry seeing how you're a boy of about 60 cycles lost alone in the woods. "

"Cycles."

The fox's shape warped, what stood in its places was a women of twenty five years. She had fiery red hair, smoky eyes. She was lean and shaped like an hourglass, her ears were mostly red beside the tips which were white. She was wearing a simple purple leather outfit. Her appearance made him generally curious of his own. 

"Yes moon cycles. I am fox beastman who turned 300 cycles this year. My name is Athena. What about you boy?" She questioned.

"I.I don't have a name." He lied.

"Then I shall give you one. For now on you will be known as Kishi, meaning night."

"Why that?"

"Because your fur is beautiful and sleek black as the night and your silver eyes remind me of the stars."

His stomach growled again reminding him of his hunger.

"Come along." She said gesturing for Kishi to take her hand.

"Kishi I like it." He said grabbing onto her hand.