Their once was a fox- wild as can be

Small yet hostile as many should be

Hunters came to slay the fox for pelt

But down came a woman dressed in gold- wings of jewels to wisk the fox away to a land above

But with Elegant apperance the woman showed no harm- soon to capture the fox and take them home

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But through the years trapped in a cage, hostile yet they bite- soon to be taught

Like any wild beast the lady has bled and be injured.. but that smile continued to shine

Through the years it was long the fox grew- to see the woman as a Caretaker and a owner.

"Serve the Hireath bloodline well my little fox"

She spoke so softly

But the Fox understood that she spoke no lies

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Through Months and years the fox fought and Hunted by her call

Just a flick of the wrist was all that was needed

From Drunkard to Wild animals to even the unholy- the fox saw them all as enemys if given the signal

Each faithful act brought such a smile to her face.. oh the joy it brought the fox to hear her laugh

To see that smile- its that sense of happiness that kept her going

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Still to this day the fox listens it protects what the Lady commands but in the end

Their is only one owner- Yet many Hireath

Bound by their command yet one suppases them all

That is the one that matters the most

Her name is Melina Hireath