About me:
In their early years, the little Vulpix fed from a silver spoon, living a domesticated life of ease and luxury. They were too naive to last in the real world, often their nose where it shouldnβt be, taking a wrong turn and getting into all sorts of trouble. The pampered Vulpix is vulnerable and would be easy prey to potential enemies, barely making any effort of resistance. Who knows will become of this critter. Will the fox embrace fortune and happiness, or suffer a grim fate?
Who I'd like to meet:
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