When I imagine myself as a fox faery, I see myself as humanoid walking on all fours. Hands blackened by the dirt. Eyes glowing in the dark. A row of sharp pointed teeth. Deep growls reverberating from depths within. Quick smiles, flashes of red hair. Arms and legs covered in fur. Hovering over a small blooded prey. Beckoning to join a faery's feast.
I want to be feral, in a dress that is stained with grass, dirt and blood and have long fingernails that dig into the earth and a birds nest on top of my head (cause of strangled hair not literally.. or maybe yes literally) and wander through the forests and streams and catch fish with my hands and cuddle with the foxes in a den.
I want to be feral, in a dress that is stained with grass, dirt and blood and have long fingernails that dig into the earth and a birds nest on top of my head (cause of strangled hair not literally.. or maybe yes literally) and wander through the forests and streams and catch fish with my hands and cuddle with the foxes in a den.