The world didn't seem to like him very much right now. He didn't blame it - he was starting not to like himself very much either. It was torture having to tiptoe around his own emotions, but he just wasn't functional otherwise. They had enough weight to drag him down and keep him there, breathless and trapped until he had no choice but to surrender to their ebb and flow. It was like he was locked in a constant game of emotional dodgeball and kept getting hit in the face.

Finding this place had been his only solace in the internal arms race that had been plaguing him the past six months, but that didn't mean it had done anything to ease his constant tension. He'd never been good with meeting strangers, so thus far, he hadn't even been able to approach any of the other creatures stalking the area. He'd never been the most well-versed in a social situation either way, with his blunt approach and vulgar vocabulary. It wasn't really much his fault - he'd grown up isolated from the rest of the world with his family, but at this point, he was the only survivor. He couldn't stand the irony - he was the only one who wanted to die and he was the only one who had yet to be offered a graceful out. He wasn't interested in following in his mother's footsteps - suicide was only a viable route if the situation demanded drastic action. As long as he had his freedom, there was no excuse to give up trying.

The problem was, he'd lost sight of what he was supposed to be trying for. Back with his family, it had seemed like everything was finally lining itself up to ensure a solid future for him and his sister. How drastically it had changed was nothing short of traumatic, and he was still riding the aftershocks. In a way, he was hoping this place would give him some sense of direction. Some part of him couldn't help but muse after the possibility of being captured and tortured by a stranger in some twisted sense of poetic justice to honor the demons he'd left back home. The prospect, unlikely as it was, at least gave him something to think on as the days passed.

The small fox had found his way to the crater, entranced as always by the yawning pit and scorched earth painted in its visage. Strangely enough, this place was his favorite he'd found nearby so far. Near the center of the crater he could be seen curled up on a small rock, absorbing what he could of the sunlight in what appeared to be a lazy doze. He could never quite rest well anymore, though - and that was shown by frequent flick of an ear or his tail. Eventually he gave up napping in favor of drawing lines in the dirt with one small paw, thoughts directed as usual to what his past would mean for his future.

JUNO MARCELI LAFAYETTE

I WILL TAKE COLD SHOWERS FROM NOW UNTIL I LEARN
[b]THAT ONCE YOU FUCK THE FIRE ALL THAT'S LEFT TO DO IS BURN