Of Wind and Fire
-Chapter 1-Depression-A storm was approaching as Matier walked out in the rain with his tail swishing behind his butt. His tail was unnaturally long as it took up half of his body. However he usually let it curl around his waist as he walked so he wouldn't trip on it. It was longer than his legs for crying out loud and it reached the heels of his feet. He didn't know most foxes who had a long tail like his. Most would say he was gifted as his tail was very strong, could balance himself with it, lift small objests with it if he was lazy, hang from trees or even use it as a pillow. He thought of it as a nuisance having to keep it groomed all the time. Then again, he didn't know any other he dealed with it. But he did like the fact that it was more useful than just a nuisance.
Thunder flashed as rain started to pour and his tight shorts were starting to get soaked along with his favorite shirt with his favorite band H.I.M. He was an odd fox with unsual characteristics and fashions for being just a normal fox. He had medium blue hair, the same color of his fur that reached his mid back and bangs that hung in his eyes. He had a pendant carved out of an emerald that was the same color of his emerald eyes. On his upper arms he had tribal markings that always seemed to glow whenever he was depressed or upset. This kind of bothered him as he always took the markings as a curse. He also liked to "accessorize" quite a bit. First of all he had a headdress with with a ruby in the center. Added to that he had golden cuffs on his arms that started a little bit below his wrists and went to just below his elbows and the same ones that started the same distance below his ankles and went a little bit below his also had a thing for wearing two large silver rings on his tail. To top it all off going along with his pendant, he liked to wear a gold with copper in it choker. He was a truly odd fox who really didn't have a care in the world in the world. He just liked to be himself no matter what people said about him.
He found a tree to sit under and to get away from the pouring rain as it seemed to come down harder by each second. "Fuck this rain...", he said as it came down harder at his tone to show it's hatred for the odd creature. "Damn it!" "I hate you too, okay?", he screamed at nothing but the sky. He wanted to go back to the city, but he had a hard time getting away from the local authorities who had called him "a freak who had the proportion of a human, who walked like a human, spoke like a human, but on the outside he was a blue fox, who had been caught stealing some meat and ran off with it just like a human would..." "That was what that called me?", he asked himself. "I don't care..." "So what if I'm not human? "They're all scum anyways..." "There's nothing good about them..." "They should all just die..." "I'm hate it when people tease me for all this shit..." "Well they'll have their wish one day..." "Soon I'll cease to exist..."
He took a box cutter from his pocket, and flipped it open. He then took off one of the cuffs on his arms to reveal now healing cuts that would be let open again. He ran the blade across just above his wrist and up his arm as he winced a bit and let a single tear fall down his face. He ran it up again over a different area as blood dripped onto the wet grass mixing with the rain. Any amateur would have killed himself at this point, but Matier knew were to cut from watching so many times from people who cut themselves on a daily basis not hitting any important veins. He gave one last cut to himself as the blood flow was really going and he was on the verge of passing out. He got his cuff and slid his arm back into it slowing the bleeding down as it constricted his arm and applied pressure to the cuts. He panted heavily as he lay down in the rain and cried some more. "
Why am I judged for what I look like? "Why can't people just accept me for who I am? His blade for his boxcutter was starting to get dull as he threw it away and replaced it with a fresh one, having used up both sides. He folded it back up and put it away in his pocket. He sighed as the rain continued to pour and he watched his blood puddle soak into the soil as the rain did it's work. He always wondered what would happen if his blood mixed with the roots of the trees around him. "They would probably all hate themselves...", he said as he chuckled a bit. "Still seventeen, still living the hard life..." "Why haven't I killed myself yet? "The day will come..." "I just know it..." The rain was starting to drip on his face as the water came down fron the leaves of the tree. It felt good on him and he pulled off his shirt as it was starting to get damp and stick to his fur, revealing more healing cuts that went all the way down to his navel. He didn't like that sensation. He folded it under his head as a pillow along with his tail and laid on it. He then kicked off his shoes and socks and tried to go to sleep by the sound of nature which he found pleasing, especially the rain. It always seemed to put him to sleep as his eyes started to close. What does this world have to offer me? Nothing... Matier always thought the same thing over and over again on a daily basis. But after he had a good thought about it he would always think again. Doesn't everyone have a purpose? I certainly don't seem like I have one. Or maybe I haven't found out my true purpose yet... I don't know yet... By the time I figure out what that purpose is I will already be dead so it doesn't matter... His eyes finally closed under the soothing sound of the rain as he fell asleep. Maybe tomorrow will be better...