.:I Am The Fox:.
Of course, my mind can determine the line between fantasy and reality, but it doesn't want to. Why would it? I'd much rather be in the body of the neon blue and black fox-deer hybrid that I have created for myself. When I go to work, school, out and about, and look at those passing by through my beady fox eyes, my ears shifting to better hear their footsteps, tail swishing against their judgmental glances, they don't even find it unusual a bipedal foxalope is in existence in front of them. It's as if I'm an animal, trapped inside the body of a lonely, misunderstood, and incorrect “human being”.
Dexter, they ca