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Leonardo

"I'll keep you my dirty little secret. "

five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes

NAME Leonardo
GENDER Tod
NICKNAMES Lee, Leo, Leon
AGE 2.5 years
BREED Red fox
SEXUALITY Bisexual
PACK Loner

HI I'M LEONARDO AND THIS IS ME:

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Hello, vixens and tods. Perhaps we have not met properly. I am Leonardo though by the end of all this, you may wish that name had never rolled across your mind. Poor things, so unaware of who I am, aren't you? Where to begin? Ah, yes, my physical being. I am a red fox, if you cannot tell with your own two eyes. My coat is not like the others as what may be expected. My coat is laced with black rather than a piercing copper shade one might want from my kind. From my legs, across my neck and chest, down my stomach, back legs, and tail, it is all too black for normal foxes. That is the way I like it. My back and face have a prominant red color which should be expected while my muzzle and tail tip are lighter. Why should my coat matter though? My shape should say enough. Long and somewhat lanky follows the genes of my breed but others may note my heavier body. No, that is not fat, simpletons! My body has grown powerful from a past of fighting and survival. Who ever said crime never pays should try to fight me. I have my own scars that show I fight to the end. That is most noticed on my head where a long scar cuts down my head. While it has healed, fur has refused to grow back in this spot which leaves me with a bald patch.

I prefer for you to not stare at this. You see, it makes me feel quite unsettled and aggravated

Ah, how rude of me! I shall avoid such a livid topic. As I was mentioning earlier, my body shape. I have quite large ears which stand out only because my head may seem smaller than what may be appropriate for my body. My muzzle sticks out, rounded and long. It makes perfect for my beautiful fangs, don't you agree? Oh, yes, of course you agree. You see, these fangs are not just fangs. They are my fangs which you would be best avoiding if at all possible. Avoid the scar and admire my dark handsomeness as you will. I will stand here and take it with joy. Refuse to admire me and perhaps you may meet the ugly side of me. Now run along. I have better things to do.

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Getting to know me is more of a trip down a dark alley than what most imagine. I would prefer to consider myself a walk down to Hell. You may notice my refined

[/color] tastes and quality of speaking. It is no fluke for you see, I am considered to be quite a gentleman[/color]. What is the point of being uncouth and lacking elegance when we only get once on this Earth? However, this does make me out to be cold[/color] because of my standards. Stupidity and brashness do not relate well to me or my temper. They call me a casanova[/color] though I do not see how this could possibly be applied to me. Every vixen has enjoyed my company and labelling me with crude words is an unjust deed. Why, I'd prefer to call myself a fleeting lover. Being held down is not how I wish to live my years. No vixen in this world is worth the time of Leonardo. The part most females don't seem to notice until it is too late is how sadistic[/color] I truly am. Oh, are you surprised as well? A sweet fox like me turning around to be cruel[/color]? I know, it is a lot to take in for a first time visitor to my domain. The facts are cold and true though. You are in my world so your steps are numbered. I am a demon[/color] in fox's fur. How fitting, isn't it? You have been warned, vixens and tods.[/blockquote]
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Hmph, I prefer not to speak on this topic if at all necessary but it seems you are persistant to hear of how Leonardo the fox came to be. My father was known as Red and my mother was Delilah. The female, Delilah, birthed me into this world beside three sisters that I cannot recall. Thankfully for me, two died early in their lives from weakness which left only me and the first born vixen. She was the perfect one with her coat red and her belly white. I was the strange one with black laced through my fur and veins. To jump straight to the point, when we were almost a year old, I took her life out of annoyance. She was a pathetic, paranoid and I merely put her out of her misery. What is so wrong with that? I can say my family did not seem to approve of my murdering. In fact, my mother chased me off from the territory she had allowed me to live on.

You wish to hear more of this tale, do you? I don't know what you want to hear. Did this fox struggle on his own? Did he feel guilt for the blood on his claws? Of course not. In a world of corruption, death, and disaster, I fit right in with the world. I travelled to this place they called "Genesis" where all of this seemed to originate. Sad to say I found myself around mutts rather than a qualified community of foxes. Nonetheless, I made a living here by wandering the shadows when needed and faking this sweet gentleman that everybody wanted to see. Who knows, perhaps one day somebody will truly fall for it!

Did you want complete sorrow? Destruction of a fox to make him fall to his knees? No. All I can say is I know the taste of blood and while I have not drawn myself to kill again, I may find myself craving it. But that may just be a lie too. I will let you make the judge of that yourself.

YOUR NAME Spike

how do you measure, measure a year

I do not take credit for the picture. Credit given to photographer.

Leonardo copyright by Spike 3/6/2012. Do not steal.

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[DAKOTA]

Accepters!