Sketch of my sona when he was still high school age. Insecure, closeted, and running away from home! This is a quick starting pic for an RP still ongoing.

Nihles sighed in boredom. Boredom was a nice change of pace to the excitement of the last few days, but it was still the bane of his life.

The tan fox pulled his cashmere sweater up over his muzzle against the cold. Even here inside the train car, the cold Michigan air pierced right through his fur. Maybe it was a mistake to come this far north just to get away from Texas...then he looked at his watch.

The watch was his reminder. It was a fake Rolex. Nihles could easily have afforded a real one, but the fake was a gift from his childhood friend...after the incident in the boys's showers, Dad had made sure that the two young lads never saw each other again. In Ronald Reagan's America, there was no room for 'Alternate Lifestyles.' I'm not gay, he thought to himself. I'm plenty attracted to girls! I just resented that all those girls were gold diggers. Alex understood.

Nihles sighed again, adjusted his sweater, and sipped on a hot chocolate. It would be nice to disappear, make some friends to screw around with, and have a night out on the town. If he was lucky he might even get some beer. The hot beverage warmed Nihles's blood and he soon felt drowsy. The fox drifted off to sleep to the sound of the train's rhythmic clacks as he dreamed of mischief and vixen.

Little did Nihles know, two private investigators - each wearing suits - sat in a far car, waiting for the train to stop so they could bring the young fox home and force him to answer for his "farewell antics." In just an hour, the car would stop, and Nihles's boredom would be cured.