100 Smashin' Ways
By AvidAkiraReader
Freedom
The power to determine action without restraint
Fox enjoyed his time in the air. The air was a blissful cold breeze against his red fur, so much fresher than the hot wind stirring up dust below at the mansion. It was so rare that Fox could fly without his Arwing, that he just took to a glider.
Just. Like. That.
Fox indulged in his freedom, and would fight for it. The feeling of his fur rustling beneath was intoxicating. Yes…
He would fight for his freedom if need be.
The power of freedom was a powerful thing; often wanting to have men, or foxes, fight for it.
Right. Summer is horrifying in the valley. Anyways, enjoy the story~