You hunt and find

a fox, by chance

and you're happy to kill her.

She's not the

Girl on Fire,

but she's good enough.

After all, survival is what matters, right Marvel?
But you're a Marvel, so you look, and she's not a simple fox but a

V

I
X
E
N

and she charms you.

So you spend winter nights cuddled up together, running hands through red hair,

and you're a hunter and she's a vixen and darling, she is simply

i*r*r*e*s*i*s*t*a*b*l*e

and she speaks of home.

and one day she's gone.

she's not dead, but there's no more food or vixens.

So you trudge back to your long-forgotten

girlfriend

after two days of pure love

with A/N/O/T/H/E/R irresistible vixen.

You danced too long with Cinderella, Prince Charming, so she left you at midnight.

But on the last night, she reappears, and sits down at your campfire,

(Glimmer's long gone, baby)

and she has missed you (she lies)

but you want to believe,

so go ahead and believe anyway, sweetie,

you better believe she loves you.

Cuz no one else does-

Or maybe she wants to kill you.

After all, hate and love aren't so different.

Mmm-hmm?

Yeah, all right,

and she's gone again, and you go searching for kills

you trapped Rue

so you kill her, but for a second

(just a second)

it's Foxface in the net

not Rue

and suddenly it feels like your heart is breaking-

and you are choking, choking, choking

on blood