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“Today on ‘Get to know a fur’ we have the lovely Miss Blitz De’Vix. Hello Miss De’Vix, how are you today?” The announcer smiled at the audience and waved his hand to show off the anthro girl sitting next to her. Their claps and cheers mixed into a dull roar as they leaned forward to see the day’s guest. She smiled back at them, the corners of her lips just twitching up.

“I’m fine and you, Mr. Van’Halsing?” She asked, manners filling her speech. She hated talking to strangers, why had she agreed to this? Oh that’s right, they hadn’t stopped calling her phone until she had agreed to come on the show. They said that people wanted to get to know her.

“Why I’m fantastic my dear, especially since we have such a beautiful young vixen with us today.” He looked her over, taking in the natural wave of her reddish gold locks and the oceans of blue that were her eyes. She was a painting of beauty with the body to top it off, he let his eyes drift down to confirm it.

“Uh-huh.” Van’Halsing’s eyes snapped back up at the sound of her voice, pretending to be studying her face. She didn’t think of herself as being overly pretty, surely not beautiful. She knew she had her father’s red-blonde fur and her mother’s bright blue eyes, but they made her different, not gorgeous or anything.

“So Miss De’Vix I heard you are a great fan of the arts, is this so?” She pulled on the edge of her sleeve, nerves filling her actions. Her mouth opened and closed, trying to force out words even though she was front of cameras and a crowd.

“Yes, I love pottery and literature; reading, writing, all of it.” She brushed her hair behind her ear, a nervous tick giving her hands something to do other than sit in her lap and fidget.

“Pottery, that’s an interesting hobby. Do you make your own or simply admire?” The announcer rested his chin in his hand, stroking the bit of a goatee there.

“Well, I like to make my own when I can. I just like feeling the clay under my hands when I’m spinning it,” She said, imagining sitting at a wheel and throwing a pot, “It’s like having a life in your control, something you can model and shape into anything you want unlike the way our lives actually go.” Her hands acted out the shaping of the clay in her lap, trying to demonstrate what she did.

“But of course, the money to do so is pretty hard to come by when you’re a twenty year-old and a small business owner. When I get the spare change though, I attempt to do as much art as I can. I love creating things” With a shrug she stopped talking, fearing she’d said too much. She always did that, talked too much, never shutting up.

“Small business owner?” Asking for clarification, the announcer cocked his head a bit to the side.

“Well, I’d like to be a full time artist, but I run my own book shop, Blitz’s Novels & More.” Her glasses started sliding down her nose, she pushed them back up. The things never seemed to stay on when she need them to, like now when she was on television being interviewed.

“Oh your own book store? At this age? That’s quite an achievement.” His eyebrow raised, unbelieving that she owned her own store so young.

“Thank you. It’s always been a dream of mine, to own my own book store. My dad once told me to follow my dreams no matter what and I guess it kinda stuck to me. When the opportunity opened up, I just jumped for it.” The memory hitched the corners of her lips up in another smile. She always would follow her dreams, her dad had made sure of that. He had always told her in his letters that following them was more important than anything else.

“Impressive, not many people would have the courage to just start their own business, especially in today’s economy. Is your dad here in the audience today?” He looked out to the audience, searching for someone who looked like her. The audience was a sea of canines, but none had her red-gold fur.

“No, um actually he died when I was ten.” She dipped her head down, not wanting to see the sympathy and empathy in his face. It wasn’t his fault her daddy had died, he didn’t need to apologize.

“I am so sorry for your loss.” She sighed, of course he did anyways. She looked back at Mr. Van’Halsing and lifted her shoulders in a shrug. The collar of her off the shoulder shirt slipped down a bit further, showing more of her fur. She tugged it back up before folding her hands in her lap.

“It’s fine, I hadn’t seen him since I was a little kid anyways.” She looked at her hands, pretending that the most interesting thing in the world.

“Oh,” Van’Halsing paused, looking for a way to segway into a happier topic that his viewers would enjoy, “well is your mom here with us today?”

“No, she died as well.” Van’Halsing and the audience cringed, saddened to hear such a thing. The audience leaned forward, curiosity and sympathy fighting in their eyes.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Was it recent?” He rested his chin back in the cup of his palm and waited to hear how her mother had died. Blitz paused and toyed with a strand of her hair. She hadn’t come on the show to talk about her parents, she’d come to talk about herself or so she had thought.

“She actually died when I was fifteen and in high school.” She looked down, not caring to meet the crowd’s faces.

“Oh my” The announcer covered his mouth with his hand and lets his eyebrows droop down with saddness. A collective sigh rushes from the audience, their faces in frowns. They wished to reach out, stroke her cheek, and bury her in a hug.

“Was it hard growing up without them?” Van’Halsing asked, interested by the audience’s desire to know more.

“Of course, it’s hard on any one when their parents die.They may be gone physically, but they’re always with me.”

“Oh, what do you mean?” He turned his head to the side, confusion evident in his face.

“Well they still haunt me via Facebook” She brushed her hair behind her ear again as the audience roared.

“I’ll always have them in my heart, even if they aren’t here with right now. And I always have their memories. Whenever I get scared or upset I remember my Dad squeezing my hand, telling me everything was going to be alright and it’s like he’s there comforting me.” She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the t.v. set fade away.

Her dad had knelt down in front of her that last time he’d seen her and looked her in the eyes. He and her mom had been fighting, something about him coming to see her. He said that everything was going to be okay and kissed her on the top of her head. He’d hugged her close before he left, she could remember the smell of his aftershave. It was sometime after that that he’d been hit by that car and hospitalized. She never saw him again, but that memory had always stayed with her. When she had been in his arms, she’d felt safe, she had known everything would be okay.

“Miss De’Vix, are you still with us?” Van’Halsing shook his hand back and forth, trying to get her attention.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I must have spaced out, what were you saying?” She shook her head, clearing out the old memories so she could concentrate on the interview.

“I was just asking if you had any plans for the future; marriage, kits, a house. That sort of thing.”

“Well I’m currently in a year-long relationship with a shepherd anthro named Miguel. We don’t have any plans set in stone right now, but one day I would like to be a mom. I want to be the mom I wanted, but never got when I was a kit.” She played with her hair again, twisting it around her finger. She wanted to be a mother so very bad.

“How many kits do you want Miss De’Vix? Don’t tell me you’re going to be our next Octomom.” He let out a chuckle and eyed her over, trying to imagine the girl sitting across from him pregnant.

“Well I was thinking maybe a few hundred, I’d have to show her up if I wanted any attention,” She paused for the audience’s laughs before continuing, “But in reality, I want three little ones. I never liked being an only child, I want mine to grow up with siblings and a true family. Of course, even if I am only able to have one, they’ll still find siblings in my other furbabies. I have two dogs, a mastif-saint bernard mix and a shepherd and a tabby cat. They might not be my actual kits, but I love them all the same. “

“Sounds like you’re going to have quite the family Miss De’Vix. We would love to hear more about them, but it looks like we’re about out of time. You will just have to tell us more on another episode. Blitz De’Vix, everyone!” Van’Halsing stood and waved his arm to show off his guest.