he is a fox- cunning, adaptable and witty. a silver tongue, as sharp as his blade. harder to read and harder to know. always careful- as if he is walking on the edge of a knife. found lingering in odd places, watching... listening. taking in the world around him, and deciding how he can make use of it. 

he swallowed his heart... and made a girl a promise. dedicated his life to it. dug his grave in good intentions, crafting himself the perfect villian- the scapegoat. soon the role is no different than the man, the two are no longer seperate. taken by the venom he weilds- the fox sheds it's fur, and from it's belly crawls the snake. 

shifting and cruel, willing to give anybody as sacrifice for the sake of making his dear sun whole again. eventually even his own corpse is laid down on the altar. until piece by piece, he is taken and twisted by hell.

more animal than man, with a hunger worse than any known to the beasts outside the gates of hell. for the flesh of one's own kin. with failure the last threads of his mind loosen. behaving as a wounded beast, quick to lash out. violent, angry and so very sick of himself.