This is something that somehow came to my mind lately.
Like Evans telling me of ancient knowledge, or somethinge I'm supposed to know.
Maybe it's simply an explanation, or another way to look at it.
I'll simply share it and have your thoughts.
Foxters.
Those who would be foxes.
Inevtiably set upon the path of vulpinity, it is their fate to either fully become foxes or die trying.
They shall seize whatever chance they see, for it is their nature to try and complete the change that has begun.
However, should no such chance occur over a prolonged period of time, a foxter will almost surely fall into depression and despair, eventually resulting in its demise.
There are many examples of this regrettable case occuring in sealed worlds, where the seed of vulpinity can take root and sprout in people's harts making them foxters, but where there is no actual chance of them ever becoming full foxes so long as the seal holds.
There are some occasions of individuals blessed with "hope" or those who find somone or something so dear as to soothe the pain or at the very least provide sufficient distraction.
However, such occasions are rather rare and far between, thus making the fate of a foxter look bleak indeed in those worlds.
However, no matter how bleak, a foxter will never revert back to its original self, even if the cost is as dear as life itself, for vulpinity has become a cherished part of it, more valuable than anything else.
Thus is the fate of those who would be foxes.
A wonderous road leading to a vulpine future, but dear is the price of failure.
But that is how it is.
ShoutBox
