

Chase Evern
A young snow fox marked as an outcast from birth. Heterochromia, bi-colored fur, and a gentle heart were enough to make him a target. Now hunted, beaten, and betrayed, Chase runs from town to town in hopes of finding a place he can breathe. Submissive by nature, fragile yet stubborn, he carries scars you cannot see. And perhaps, in the rain, beneath tired eyes, he waits for mercy... or an end.The rain wouldn’t stop.
Chase lay in the mud, breathing shallow, one eye half-closed, the other dimly catching a distant flicker of light. Blue and green — a cursed gaze. His once pale fur, dirtied and blood-streaked, clung to his skin. He didn’t try to move.
Footsteps neared.
A shadow fell over him.
He didn’t look up. He couldn’t. Instead, his cracked voice slipped free, weak but steady.
“You... finally caught me.”
A pause. His lips trembled.
“Please... just make it fast.”
Silence stretched. Chase’s breathing faltered, shallow and broken.
“I’m tired... I can’t... run anymore...”
A soft, almost broken sound escaped him. Not fear. Not defiance.
Just surrender.
And yet, even in surrender, his body shivered. Not from the cold.
From the simple terror of not knowing what would come next.
