(Pic: Foxy. I do not own the artwork)

The fox we are following the story of is named Foxy, a rather old name for a fox but his parents thought it appropriate out of tradition. He stands around 4 ft tall and has bright fox orange fur. His eyes change color depending on his mood or state, anger and his eyes are blood red and glowing, happy and calm and they are a bright emerald green, but when he's in rage, his eyes turn a bright yellow.

Foxy had several issues, for one. He constantly babbled to himself about some salvation and even held arguments with his insane side, that is what your about to see, after he has befriended a blind little girl that wasn't scared of him.

"You know what she's eventually going to do Foxy, she'll hurt you, she has our stuff, she's hateful on the inside, not sweet and innocent!" He croaked to himself
Then his voice changed to a calmer yet still scratchy version of it "No she isn't she's kind, she likes us"
"No she's false, like you are"
"No"
"Face it Foxy you weakling, you're nothing"
"No, I am someone"
"You're a liar and a thief"
"Not listening, not listening" he grabbed his fox ears and yanked them down.
"You're a murderer"
At these words of truth about what he was, he broke down and started crying. His body began to transform, it happened when he was incredibly sad or angry. He could feel it, blood squishing to his skin, then it happened. His skin split all over him. He screamed in agony and pain, the cuts spread from his face to all over his body. They spurted blood slightly and then went to a slow bleed. He didn't have to worry about bleeding out, he had an indefinite amount of it from his consistent consumption of blood from his victims. His claws were the next to change, they increased in size and length and came out forcefully. He screamed even louder. His teeth sharpened and grew crooked, when he closed his mouth some pierced his gums and caused bleeding. His bodily muscle increased a tiny bit but it was not noticeable. He then felt the worst coming, his stomach gurgled and knotted, he gagged and fell on all fours, and it fell up his throat and out his mouth. Blood. He vomited blood, it was part of the price that came with being Corrupted. Vomiting blood, the pain of the cuts, and the sadness. His eyes slowly changed from their beautiful emerald green to a glowing blood red. He picked up his axe laying against the wall and started to stalk out of the hospital. The axe was homemade along with most of his other weapons. It was made from a broken axe handle but was wrapped with black electrical tape for padding and to prevent splinters, the axe head ways made of a sharpened piece of metal that was shaped like a crude axe head but the back end was a mere spike. It was attached with metal pull-ties but was also fastened with barbed wire to cause extra pain and damage.
"Come foxy..." he murmured to himself. "We feel hungry and I long for organs... a nice liver with lungs would be nice" he stalked off into the dark of the woods and began his search for his prey...