Excerpt: Book #6 (Mephis) Ch. 4,

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It was mocking him, even in his waking hours. Looking back onto the damaged mirror and touching the cool surface, the creature in the mirror mimicking his action, as a thought pushes into the forefront of his mind. "A hallucination perhaps?"

As if reading his mind, it gave toothy grin, revealing fangs and teeth that glistened within the portal's light, reflected from the brighter lights of the bathroom, as moisture dropped from it's polished surface.

"No." the warm air seeming to vibrate with each word. "I am the real you."

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And oldish picture I commissioned from a good friend of mine,  fox-die So, what would we look like, if we had chosen to 'give in' to our inner evils? As opposed to control them? To look upon a mirror, at what we could have been, or what may?

As always, my character/fursona/whatever © to myself,  Mephia

Art ©:  fox-die