The Fox's Lament

"Ghosts, what are they? The past. What about fairies? A fairytale. What about humans and animals? Realistic figures that make up the natural figures of the world. They aren't meant to disrupt the balance of things.

I thought it would remain that way, but for how long? I guess animal urges normally let me down in the worst case circumstances. People told me endlessly how much of an asshole I was." Ivy laughed and sneered before turning back to him.

"Kingsley you can be an asshole ninety nine percent of the time." She replied.

"Tell me something I don't know. Anyway, back to what i was saying, she used to tell me that all the time when we first met, and as much as people think she's a distraction to our kind, I really don't give two shits about what they thought, why? Because i was already so in love with her to care. Before you say anything I'll tell you exactly how I fell in love with a nine hundred and ninety nine year old nine-tailed fox..."