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[justify]some days you feel like dying, some days you want to live like it is your last and some - you don't know what to do. the shallow breathing of the fox escalated, he was running, running fast. away from it all, the pain and the grief of something he could not remember. lips quivered slightly as if trying to call out a name, his name - perhaps if he did they would stop hunting him. it was game season and this particular fox was out of season, golden orbs flicked around with annoyance and tightly concealed fright. no, he would not bow down to these dogs who would have a proudly smirk on their blood sodden lips for catching him. he was the prey and the human had sent his slaves to do a dirty deal, murder. this particular fox didn't remember anything from ten minutes of running away from the hunting dogs. turning his brightly colored red head back and forth a scowl on his handsome façade, this was the topping on the cake- eh?
the pounding of his own paws thudded in his ears like a heartbeat that would not fade away and if it did then it surely meant death. a bushy tail trailed along like a lost puppy, damn, then in that moment did the fox not smell or hear the oncoming pawsteps of the slave dogs. hmm, interesting. skidding to a stop whereas rocks and grass flew up in his wake - the fox wheeled around defensive. if he was going out then someone was coming with him - an eye for an eye, he would always say. wait - no, he had no recognition of his former self. or, well perhaps this little fox had some potential with the soul trapped inside, the one whom now harbored this body. maybe a name, casinoroyale. though right now the fox was just a tom without a memory to even tell him his name.
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