Well Adrian and Brian have kinda started a... Fad. So here's what goes on 
in my head.


                        Fox's Head
                        A New Face
                         5/21/95

                      By: Fox Cutter

"Whack one up?" Vixen asked over my shoulder.

I grinned, "Hey, it works."

Vix shook her head, "Don't say that, it reminds me of Larry."

My face fell, and I turned from the computer and looked a her. She sat, 
leaning forward a bit, in her wheelchair. "I... Yes, I see your point." 
Vixen had been in the chair for about a month, still recovering from what 
happened with Larry.

"How's Farix?" 

She sighed, "Asleep again, though at least she got some food down this time."

"Thats good," I said standing, "Speaking of food, I need some." I walked 
to the kitchen, "How are you feeling?"

She followed me in, "Like I'm recovering from being lock in a small box 
for almost a week."

"Ya, I bet." I mumbled as I stuck my head into the freezer. I found some 
frozen Motsirela Sticks, and pulled them out.

"You got some ice on your whiskers," Vix said. I raised a paw and ran it 
over the four on the left side of my muzzle, and the two on the right.

"Got it."

I nodded, and opened the Mot Stick box, and started to heat some up. At 
the same time there was slam. I glanced back, Richard stood there, towel 
over his shoulders, sweet running down his face. The only human in here, at 
least he is now.

He walked into the kitchen, and got a glass of water. "Have a good work 
out?" I asked.

"Ya, the gym is well stocked." He said in his British/Australian/Texan 
(or so he clams) accent, "Who set it up."

I looked down at the floor, "Rafiki." I whispered.

Richard blinked, then blinked again, "Sorry mate. But I can't pretend to 
know how you feel."

I sighed, "If you only did."

It was quite for a bit. I finished the Mot Sticks, then sat at the table, 
eating them in silence.

It was like this for about 20 minutes until Vixen said, "Did you hear that?"

I looked up, "It sounded like it came from The Door."

The Door. The only way out, it lead into the maze that sounded this place 
for as far as the eye can see.

I ran to the door, Richard followed, Vixen stayed at the table.

Richard beat me, bearly. He threw open the door and someone fell in. At 
first glance it appeared to be a Vixen, then I noticed the rest of her. He 
back went on for about 3 feet.

"Richard," I said, bending down, "Get her hindquarters." I wrapped her 
arms around my neck, and my arms under hers. Richard was in position 
behind her, his hands clasped under her.

"On three lift. One. Two. Three." We slowly dragged the foxtaur's bulk 
into the main room. She must have weighed 1,000 pounds. We set her down 
in the middle of the room, and Richard ran over and closed the door.

"Who is she?" Vixen asked as she wheeled herself over.

"It's a Hermaphridte, so it's Shey." Richard said.

"It doesn't matter," Vixen said. "What does matter is that shey needs are 
help."

I bent down and pressed a finger against hir neck, "Shey's alive, but not by 
much. Richard get an IV from the med closet."

Richard did so, then I quickly inserted it under the skin of hir arm, and 
hung it up on a hook in the ceiling.

Vixen places her hand on the foxtaur's head, the contrast from Vix's 
silver fur and the foxtaur's red. Vixen looked up at me, "I wonder where 
shey's from."

"Who's from?" A sleepy voice said from the bed room door. I turned and 
saw Farix standing there, in her white silk robe, over her white fur. 
She gasped when she saw the foxtaur.

"Tara!" She said, and run to hir.

"How do you know this Tara." I asked.

"Hir full name is Centara, I've been dreaming of hir for the last three 
days."

"Interesting," I said, and filled Farix in on what had happened.

"So what do we do with hir?" Richard asked. 

"Same thing we did with you, and everyone else. Hook them up, and help 
them life." Vixen said.

I ran my paw over the black tips of Centara's ears (which matched the 
black on hir arm's and legs), "I think things are about to get interesting."