The last of the Pandora Fox standing over his parent's grave. Never once in his life met his own parents or the other Pandora Fox. And never once he cried because his tears is nothing but dry. But the darkness swelled up inside him, making his own powers. They say that the darkness is corruption, but he sees it the other way. He will use the darkness to protect the one he cared for, his friends. Ease this timid fox so he can have courage. This fox standing over the grave in the storm is me.


Just an idea that pop up in my head a while ago.
Hoped you like it.

Sincerely: Ventus Keyblado