"Can you imagine? No you can't. How lucky you are, to have forgotten the time when your ancestors were ruling this earth, when mine were running on fours, living of hunting and small corpses left to rot by bigger predators. But sometime, you know, I dream of that time. I envy thoses before me, who only worried about the weather, only enjoyed the freedom, the wind in their furr, the rains after a long summer."
"Now, what's left of that? Besides the corruption, the taste for your forbidden flesh? Not much. Just the questions and your silence" - The fox.
(Let's start 2023 with my last drawing of 2022, of an OC from a story that I'm trapped in, writing, dreaming about, that maybe, one day, will be a comic. Enjoy (‾◡◝) )