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Work for an upcoming Ironclaw project.
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Grey foxes are creatures of aristocracy by birth, giving rise to royal bloodlines as well as all the pitfalls that come with unfettered power.
They are bluebloods through and through, borne out of generations of inbreeding and intrigue. Their lives play out like chess games: deeply calculated and full of gambits, sacrifices, checks and counters. No expressed motive is wholly pure, and innocence is simply another resource to exploit or trade away for profit.
Which is not to say they are all corrupt, evil creatures, just that they are better at corruption and evil than any other species. Cunning sangfroid is a trait they self-selectively breed for.
It is exceedingly rare to find the grey fox not fully immersed in upper class society. Even those considered outcasts amongst themselves are still of the highest caste by birthright. Such foxes will cling to this scrap of titled nobility, choosing a life of poverty in an empty, decaying mansion rather than prosper as a mere merchant or farmer.
Those grey foxes that do seek to escape this rarified life are seen as insane by others of their kind. These wayward foxes are reclaimed to be treated for madness rather than left alone to dilute the bloodline with common living.
For the grey fox, the only other creatures that truly exist are other grey foxes. Whoever else happens to be around is a shadow, an echo, or a tool. They might deal with other species, make claims and oaths before them, draw them into affairs, and appear to squabble or bond, but these actions are stageplays for their own kind. The acquisition of power and the preservation of the bloodline is all that ever truly matters to the grey fox.
Physically, grey foxes can present a wide range of oddity due to inbreeding. Murky legends tell of the occasional split tail, hairlessness, or additional finger, but milder examples such as color blindness, unusual allergies or hemophilia are more credible. There is a persistent tall tale of an ancestral grey fox with a beating heart, but this is readily dismissed as complete fairyfloss.
Work for an upcoming Ironclaw project.
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Grey foxes are creatures of aristocracy by birth, giving rise to royal bloodlines as well as all the pitfalls that come with unfettered power.
They are bluebloods through and through, borne out of generations of inbreeding and intrigue. Their lives play out like chess games: deeply calculated and full of gambits, sacrifices, checks and counters. No expressed motive is wholly pure, and innocence is simply another resource to exploit or trade away for profit.
Which is not to say they are all corrupt, evil creatures, just that they are better at corruption and evil than any other species. Cunning sangfroid is a trait they self-selectively breed for.
It is exceedingly rare to find the grey fox not fully immersed in upper class society. Even those considered outcasts amongst themselves are still of the highest caste by birthright. Such foxes will cling to this scrap of titled nobility, choosing a life of poverty in an empty, decaying mansion rather than prosper as a mere merchant or farmer.
Those grey foxes that do seek to escape this rarified life are seen as insane by others of their kind. These wayward foxes are reclaimed to be treated for madness rather than left alone to dilute the bloodline with common living.
For the grey fox, the only other creatures that truly exist are other grey foxes. Whoever else happens to be around is a shadow, an echo, or a tool. They might deal with other species, make claims and oaths before them, draw them into affairs, and appear to squabble or bond, but these actions are stageplays for their own kind. The acquisition of power and the preservation of the bloodline is all that ever truly matters to the grey fox.
Physically, grey foxes can present a wide range of oddity due to inbreeding. Murky legends tell of the occasional split tail, hairlessness, or additional finger, but milder examples such as color blindness, unusual allergies or hemophilia are more credible. There is a persistent tall tale of an ancestral grey fox with a beating heart, but this is readily dismissed as complete fairyfloss.
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You conveyed the feeling of aloof poshness and snobbery astoundingly well in this image. I like how she's clearly interested in something afar, perhaps a political rival or an attractive pawn across the theatre, while she's kind of absently petting the canine suitor behind her like one would the arm of a sofa.
John Malkovich and Glenn Close in "Dangerous Liassons". "For indeed, who ever goes to the opera to watch the opera?" Just noticed the badger fellow oblivious to what's going on behind him. A cuckolded husband? Lovely soft subtle shading, and you always manage to evoke that we've just walked in on the middle of something. Coolness!
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