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Dear Krystal
I’ll try not to wander too much with my words, but suffice it to say that I’ve tried to bury many aspects of me for a long time, and at worse, restrained them out of fear. Judge me how you will.
I can remember the day when I first saw you, those youthful years when I could look to the future without fear of collapse, without a shred of doubt in my heart, and now I see that it was an invaluable time. Without them, I wouldn’t be the person I am now. But…even so, seeing you at the time was a catalyst for something in me, an aspect that I’d later choose to restrain and hide from everyone else except those that shared in it. You weren’t the first, and you aren’t the last I’ll see. I’ll spare you the details of how it happened, but just know that when I first saw you alongside Fox McCloud, your face was etched in my memory.
Yet…I underestimated how much you would affect me later in life. I’m only noticing it now; the warriors I’ve created, the stories of their valor and skill in their arts, the wayward travellers that possessed beauty as well as strength, I never realized how much of you they carried with them. Not the least of which, Kira…Kira Kitanya, the last Nightrender. He embodies the person I can only aspire to be, a warrior. My truest self is someone that wants to live not without fear, but with the means to strive for what he believes in. And Kira, wielding his power as an Arcanima, the essence of his soul and volition, is meant to show that. But you were his beginning, whether I saw it or not. Kira doesn’t boast about his dreams or skill, and neither do you. You were a serene yet brave warrior, despite the danger you faced, but the one thing about you that resonated the most, was your gentle heart. You were patient, kind, bold, and with all of those aspects, you were beautiful to me. I just can’t deny that. You are beautiful, every part of you, but you didn’t boast a shred of it. Even when I was young, I was the recluse that sought respite from his dreams, but I didn’t want to be pitied. I knew what I wanted to be, and I never let anyone sway me from that. Before you, it was an officer of Interpol named Carmelita, a much more stout-hearted vixen, yet still brave as she was skilled. You carried both of those things, but had a radiant heart to match.
Lately, I’ve felt conflicted about my attachment to you. Perhaps it’s just a side effect of a lonely heart, but nonetheless a defense while trapped by the expectations of others. You were very attractive to me in more ways than one, but soon, I realize I’ve held onto that too strongly. I saw your battles in your universe alongside the StarFox team, and how quickly you became a skilled pilot. Knowing how much Fox suffered at the hands of Andross and the nature of warfare, it always lifted my spirits to know that you would be with him; another person that lost her entire family and searching for meaning in life. Amidst all of that, however, you still journeyed on, still helped others along the way despite being totally alone in the universe. That’s one thing I’ll never fathom about you, the adamancy to trek on even when danger surrounds you. Forgive me for saying this, but, I knew that Fox needed you the most, and perhaps you needed him as well. I know you can never be real, but the fact that you can live happily with someone you love is more than enough for me. In the plainest sense, it makes me happy to see you at peace with yourself and your friends.
The conflict bears its venom soaked fangs here, though, and wherein I falter as I try to be adamant at heart. It made me happy to see you with Fox, to see you at peace after the wars ended, but…I faltered the more I saw how others treated you. Because of your looks and personality, others like me saw you much differently. I just can’t bring myself to tell you everything about it, but…I feel like I have to, for my own sake. It hurt me to see you get hurt, someone I thought highly of like a big sister, a warrior. It wounded me, I can still feel it no matter how much I try to shrug it off. Other people saw you as nothing more than a toy, an exotic trophy to fawn over. They posed and displayed you like an exotic pet, taking away your bravery and kindness and replacing it with avarice and lust. You cared for no one but yourself, you abandoned Fox and your friends, and the others wanted you for little more than easy sex or worse. I can’t dress up my words here, Krystal. Because of your exotic looks, you became a symbol of sex and lust, and many took advantage of that. Some treated you like a pet, torturing you and doing much worse, forgetting everything about you but your body. They manipulated your image into something that I didn’t recognize. I couldn’t accept it. I knew full well that it was out there, but seeing you as you truly are, sticking with others that shared my opinions, people who saw you as a brave vixen, that used to be enough. I was wounded deeply when I saw you getting raped, treated like a pet and not as the kind and warm vixen I knew you to be. It was like seeing someone you loved trapped with no way to save them, no way to hug them and heal their wounds. I can’t stop it, I know I can’t, and others hated me for thinking otherwise.
That’s why I’ve doubted myself, Krystal, that’s why I’ve doubted my connection to you. Because there’s too much of the darker things for me to see the true light. Was I wrong for trying to treat you differently? Was I weak or misguided for trying to stand up for you? In my attempt to do so, I made people angry, even if I’ve accepted that they have a right to their own pleasures, as do I. I never wanted it to be more than just a connection, just a friendship, but it became something I held onto too tightly. I held true to seeing you as your journeys have shown, how you’ve carried yourself as a pilot and comrade to the StarFox team, and a companion to heal Fox’s fractured heart. Perhaps that’ll never change. I know I can’t stop the way others may see you, but I just wanted to promise you a few things. I will always see you as a warrior, a kind and beautiful vixen that doesn’t boast and protects those she cares about, a nurturing soul that matches beauty with bravery. I will always wish nothing but the best for you and your travels, and I just want you to be safe. Knowing that you’re happy and strong will help keep me that way too, it will help Kira. He still has a journey to undertake and many challenges ahead, heartbreak, renewed strength, and adamant bonds between warriors to fight beneath the moonlit heavens. This isn’t me saying goodbye, but rather, just letting you know from my own words how I feel about you. Everyone else can have their fantasies about you, as I can, but I’ll never forsake you for pleasure. I just won’t. In fact, I promise you here, that in any of my work, you’ll be held to the same esteem that I see you in my heart. I don’t care if others spit on me for this declaration, nor do I wish anything less than good for those people, even if they’ve argued with me. They’ll always have their ideal lovers and ways of seeing you, but that doesn’t mean I have to abandon mine.
You will always be a warrior, Krystal, and you’ll always hold a special place in my heart.
All the best,
Kira Kitanya
I've needed to get this off my chest for a while. Take it however you will. Any mocking comments or hatred will be removed and blocked.
I’ll try not to wander too much with my words, but suffice it to say that I’ve tried to bury many aspects of me for a long time, and at worse, restrained them out of fear. Judge me how you will.
I can remember the day when I first saw you, those youthful years when I could look to the future without fear of collapse, without a shred of doubt in my heart, and now I see that it was an invaluable time. Without them, I wouldn’t be the person I am now. But…even so, seeing you at the time was a catalyst for something in me, an aspect that I’d later choose to restrain and hide from everyone else except those that shared in it. You weren’t the first, and you aren’t the last I’ll see. I’ll spare you the details of how it happened, but just know that when I first saw you alongside Fox McCloud, your face was etched in my memory.
Yet…I underestimated how much you would affect me later in life. I’m only noticing it now; the warriors I’ve created, the stories of their valor and skill in their arts, the wayward travellers that possessed beauty as well as strength, I never realized how much of you they carried with them. Not the least of which, Kira…Kira Kitanya, the last Nightrender. He embodies the person I can only aspire to be, a warrior. My truest self is someone that wants to live not without fear, but with the means to strive for what he believes in. And Kira, wielding his power as an Arcanima, the essence of his soul and volition, is meant to show that. But you were his beginning, whether I saw it or not. Kira doesn’t boast about his dreams or skill, and neither do you. You were a serene yet brave warrior, despite the danger you faced, but the one thing about you that resonated the most, was your gentle heart. You were patient, kind, bold, and with all of those aspects, you were beautiful to me. I just can’t deny that. You are beautiful, every part of you, but you didn’t boast a shred of it. Even when I was young, I was the recluse that sought respite from his dreams, but I didn’t want to be pitied. I knew what I wanted to be, and I never let anyone sway me from that. Before you, it was an officer of Interpol named Carmelita, a much more stout-hearted vixen, yet still brave as she was skilled. You carried both of those things, but had a radiant heart to match.
Lately, I’ve felt conflicted about my attachment to you. Perhaps it’s just a side effect of a lonely heart, but nonetheless a defense while trapped by the expectations of others. You were very attractive to me in more ways than one, but soon, I realize I’ve held onto that too strongly. I saw your battles in your universe alongside the StarFox team, and how quickly you became a skilled pilot. Knowing how much Fox suffered at the hands of Andross and the nature of warfare, it always lifted my spirits to know that you would be with him; another person that lost her entire family and searching for meaning in life. Amidst all of that, however, you still journeyed on, still helped others along the way despite being totally alone in the universe. That’s one thing I’ll never fathom about you, the adamancy to trek on even when danger surrounds you. Forgive me for saying this, but, I knew that Fox needed you the most, and perhaps you needed him as well. I know you can never be real, but the fact that you can live happily with someone you love is more than enough for me. In the plainest sense, it makes me happy to see you at peace with yourself and your friends.
The conflict bears its venom soaked fangs here, though, and wherein I falter as I try to be adamant at heart. It made me happy to see you with Fox, to see you at peace after the wars ended, but…I faltered the more I saw how others treated you. Because of your looks and personality, others like me saw you much differently. I just can’t bring myself to tell you everything about it, but…I feel like I have to, for my own sake. It hurt me to see you get hurt, someone I thought highly of like a big sister, a warrior. It wounded me, I can still feel it no matter how much I try to shrug it off. Other people saw you as nothing more than a toy, an exotic trophy to fawn over. They posed and displayed you like an exotic pet, taking away your bravery and kindness and replacing it with avarice and lust. You cared for no one but yourself, you abandoned Fox and your friends, and the others wanted you for little more than easy sex or worse. I can’t dress up my words here, Krystal. Because of your exotic looks, you became a symbol of sex and lust, and many took advantage of that. Some treated you like a pet, torturing you and doing much worse, forgetting everything about you but your body. They manipulated your image into something that I didn’t recognize. I couldn’t accept it. I knew full well that it was out there, but seeing you as you truly are, sticking with others that shared my opinions, people who saw you as a brave vixen, that used to be enough. I was wounded deeply when I saw you getting raped, treated like a pet and not as the kind and warm vixen I knew you to be. It was like seeing someone you loved trapped with no way to save them, no way to hug them and heal their wounds. I can’t stop it, I know I can’t, and others hated me for thinking otherwise.
That’s why I’ve doubted myself, Krystal, that’s why I’ve doubted my connection to you. Because there’s too much of the darker things for me to see the true light. Was I wrong for trying to treat you differently? Was I weak or misguided for trying to stand up for you? In my attempt to do so, I made people angry, even if I’ve accepted that they have a right to their own pleasures, as do I. I never wanted it to be more than just a connection, just a friendship, but it became something I held onto too tightly. I held true to seeing you as your journeys have shown, how you’ve carried yourself as a pilot and comrade to the StarFox team, and a companion to heal Fox’s fractured heart. Perhaps that’ll never change. I know I can’t stop the way others may see you, but I just wanted to promise you a few things. I will always see you as a warrior, a kind and beautiful vixen that doesn’t boast and protects those she cares about, a nurturing soul that matches beauty with bravery. I will always wish nothing but the best for you and your travels, and I just want you to be safe. Knowing that you’re happy and strong will help keep me that way too, it will help Kira. He still has a journey to undertake and many challenges ahead, heartbreak, renewed strength, and adamant bonds between warriors to fight beneath the moonlit heavens. This isn’t me saying goodbye, but rather, just letting you know from my own words how I feel about you. Everyone else can have their fantasies about you, as I can, but I’ll never forsake you for pleasure. I just won’t. In fact, I promise you here, that in any of my work, you’ll be held to the same esteem that I see you in my heart. I don’t care if others spit on me for this declaration, nor do I wish anything less than good for those people, even if they’ve argued with me. They’ll always have their ideal lovers and ways of seeing you, but that doesn’t mean I have to abandon mine.
You will always be a warrior, Krystal, and you’ll always hold a special place in my heart.
All the best,
Kira Kitanya
I've needed to get this off my chest for a while. Take it however you will. Any mocking comments or hatred will be removed and blocked.
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 17.4 kB
I've felt a lot of what you've said here in terms of caring/respecting the character and seeing her for who she truly is a strong/loving/caring/sensitive/friendly woman and person and yes it has truly pained me to see her get treated nothing more as eye candy being raped and abused made to look like a slut...I'm sick of it...I can't describe how much it infuriates me...they may be picture but still it's way too much out there to let it slip....what you've wrote here is beautiful and I felt it!
I hear you. The thing is, all those other pictures of her, they're just someone's fantasy; they're not even real or canon. I made the mistake of taking them too seriously. But you just have to remember that Krystal will never change just because some fur says so in a commission.
Still, thank you for your kind words. :)
Still, thank you for your kind words. :)
I will admit I've had commissions done some of krystal but not as you would think the worst I will go is just nudity (nothing sexual) nudity is artistic and I admire the natural form of the woman...I have respect for her as a character and I respect many other characters...that I have drawn I had this done http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10321712/ describing what love is/what it means to me...it's krystal and another character...I guess you could call it (alternate universe) lol but anyway it's ok if you don't like it...just wanted to be honest...I had it done cause I wanted to show that not everyone sees her as a toy you know.
Same here. ^^ I was smitten with Carmelita Fox before Krystal, for the same reasons. I looked up to them, and I often sought role models in videogames when I was younger.
And she definitely is. Sometimes I underestimate how much she's affected me and my characters, and part of me just always rooted for her and wanted to see her succeed.
And she definitely is. Sometimes I underestimate how much she's affected me and my characters, and part of me just always rooted for her and wanted to see her succeed.
I couldn't agree more. I'm fine with sexy depictions of her, but they have to at least be tasteful or, god forbid, IN CHARACTER. Otherwise, it just comes off as shallow and exploitive. Granted, everyone's entyto their fantasies, but that doesn't mean people who like her character are automatically wrong because there's so much smut of her and random furs.
The whole fandom isn't really at fault, it's just it's all too easy to portray her in a sexy way and get more views. Then some people hate Fox for no good reason other than dumb jealousy, so there's that.
Ah, you think so? I'd be fine with that, but why do you ask? ^^
The whole fandom isn't really at fault, it's just it's all too easy to portray her in a sexy way and get more views. Then some people hate Fox for no good reason other than dumb jealousy, so there's that.
Ah, you think so? I'd be fine with that, but why do you ask? ^^
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