Art by Cowboypunk

Foxtaur going for a walk in the forest, taking notes of the beautiful nature around. A pet-hobby of mine.

This picture marks a very important point in my personal life. As a spiritualist and otherkin, I had known myself many years ago, when industry, functionality and the mind-set of an economy-driven clockwork culture had not yet turned me into an almost heartless gear in the system. It was a very long journey for me to recover my old self, which I had forgotten, even damned.
However, with the work of an artificial avatar, I made it somehow, and relearned to feel.

Speaking on a more direct basis: I was a foxtaur over 12 years ago and lost it 10 years ago. Amongst the most personal reasons for the rejection were the 'friends' explaining to me that Taurs don't work, that all foxes are sex obsessed drones without any personality, and so on. Back then I let them get to me, for I called them friends.
No more. I was able to feel this other side of me when my mind and eyes were not covered with industrial smoke and ill-intended advice. It was hard work to purify my mind, and to cut out the installed lies.

Now I've recovered, and feel alive with every fiber of myself.