I couldn’t recognize him anymore. His eyes were as crimson as the blood stained on his naranja pelt, his mouth was curled up in a grin as he dealt another blow to my already worn flank. It was evident that he was not the same kind, gentle and shy zorro, fox that I had met so long ago. He was now a monster. He grabbed me por the scruff of my neck and my shackles dug into my ankles as he jerked me to meet his eyes. “Tails, what have tu done? Th-this isn’t like you.” My voice shook. I lacked my usual confidence. Who wouldn’t, when faced with a situation such as my own. He sneered and chuckled...
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