Julia.
The fire fox is a unique creature in our realm. It's difficult to describe, even now, the full extent of what I've become—what I am. There's a wildness in me, a heat that pulses beneath my skin, just waiting to be released that I struggle to control. My family never understood it—never saw me for what I truly was, not even our mother. She thought I was just an accident, the result of her betrayal, a mistake. But she was wrong. This power is no accident. This power is what makes me fit to rule.
It's a fire that lives inside of me, a burning essence that consumes everything it touches. I can feel it swirling in my veins, the heat growing stronger with each passing day, each moment of anger, frustration, or desire. Sometimes, it's a quiet, simmering warmth, just beneath the surface, coaxing me into action. And sometimes, it's a raging inferno, ready to explode in a blaze of fury. Sometimes it's like a will of its' own made tangible.
