The little tormented Pomeranian fennec vixen has beyond her control unleashed her rage upon others that pressure her to mere intangible drugs (dares, parties, joints, or something to give into personal satieties), even if she sets her angst against herself for giving into those satieties. The diminishing tolerance grew into the mental block of hell; in a metaphysical sense, though not empirical to the tangible everyday eye, her great-great-great grandfather, Korajji, a demon fox of the Post-Edo period, once descended into the soil to court with a mortal fox, resulting in his banishment to the core of Earth around the bearing of kits of a distinct kind of fennec species. Still in tactile sensation, she slips into a hypnotic state of anger and eventually grows a force field against whom having presented her the offers of sensual luxuries, including those that involve payment of platinum pieces or a growing society of aestheticist specifically under a sovereignty that allow such content to be displayed, including by whomever artists trained in the Academy to the Salon. Temptation driven by the sovereign, or temptation influencing the sovereign. She aims to conquer all such temptations or traces thereof. Tonight she ACTS avant-garde on them bypassers. Now desperate for personal rehabilitation of her own, she risks her behavioral control. Korajji, the exiled demon fox, awakens to make her visions, albeit small, possible.
Poor Dheann. All she wants is to find who she is and embrace, as well as composer a drawing for her own for once in her lifetime... though eventually she becomes stuck inbetween realms, to lose mortality and tactility altogether, ultimately depending on her state of mind corresponding to her conscious truth.
, fennec fox
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2 years, 1 month ago
05 Oct 2016 06:27 CEST
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