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Skillet the Marsupial MarbleFox

Newest to my family of characters is Skillet, whose name comes from the hodgepodge of animals that came to merge into one vibrant critter. Not satisfied fully with the fox version of Inkwell I began contemplating my next incarnation and wanted to stick with some type of fox, but then I came up with a crazy idea to get a wonderful artist by the name of Key-Feathers to help develop a new animal based on a several others. She has done wonderful work in creating very unique and new creatures so I approached her with creating a critter with the following species: fox, kangaroo, mouse, rabbit, otter.

Each animal has aspects that I love: kangaroos for their pouches and the fact they are found in Australia; otters for their love of water, swimming, and webbed toes; and rabbit for their body shape and especially their faces. Mouse and Fox are self-explanatory beings that I’ve had them. However, as time passed by I reflected on my choices.

With the help of a dear friend the fog surrounding my new form began to dissipate from view.  As we continued to wade our way through the ideas and possible combinations we eventually settled on a unique little bugger. He would have the body of a weasel; the head, tail, and paws of a fox; and the pouch of a kangaroo, with a hint of the roo in the ears with them being a big elongated for a normal fox. Thus was born Skillet the Marsupial MarbleFox. We gave the name “foxsel” for his species name. The scientific version goes something like this: fauxselroo vulpes (the false weasel-roo fox).

Keeping with the iconic blue collar I have also continued passing on the new look of having that right paw soaked in blue ink, denoting how much he likes to get into things, particularly with the art supplies.

The above artwork provided by the ever-so-talented Irishthorns.

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Hello, there!

Thank you for visiting my little hole on the web and as such am here to help you navigate my site.

This site is dedicated to the fictional works I have created throughout the years. In the upper right is a quick navigation tool for my site, however, if you wish to “read” my site, feel free to turn the pages. On touch screen devices you should be able to turn the pages with just a swipe of your paw. If not on a touch enabled device you can simply “turn” the pages by clicking the corresponding corners on the bottom of the site.

My stories are mostly focused on anthropomorphic critters with the primary one going through a few changes through the years. You can see the character progression here on the site. Each page will feature one of my characters and a tidbit of information about them. Now there are many that will not show up as I have more than pages for the site, most of which you’ll be able to read about in my books and stories.

All artwork is copyright the artists that drew them and myself. All other works on this site have copyrights held by myself. Please feel free to share them with your family and friends via links back to my site. These works are published here to enjoy, not to steal as your own. Thank you for your understanding.

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Timbr was my first fox character and was a part of my life for about 12 years, give or take. Innocent to the world around him and was over all a happy go lucky critter. He wore a blue nylon collar and a pair of overall shorts. He loved to write and hang out with his friends.

In my stories he is the one that tries, and pretty much fails, to understand the world in which he lives in. Take in by a variety of other characters he still falls victim to the trappings of the world and to his own emotions. Above is one of my most favorite drawings of him – capturing the essence of his innocence for all time.

Sadly though the world loves to ruin that which is pure. In my stories you will find out how this little fox was brutalized by the world, torn apart and left for dead. Over and over again he would get back up on his paws and struggle to keep one paw in front of another. The reality of what it means to be human and to experience love, loss, life, death, pleasure and pain eventually became too much for him. With a broken heart he hid himself from the world learning the harshest lessons life had to give, over and over again.

A bit of his soul still remains, but it is a mere shadow of his previous existence. Inkwell T. Fox hopes to harness that precious piece and guard it with his life. Maybe in time, with the right nourishment, the little fox may find the peace and happiness that he ever so desperately longed for in his life.

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Inkwell T. Mouse

Unlike the transitional character Kwill who was somewhat rodent’ish, Inky was a major change for me and very much a rodent. Don’t let the tail fool you, he’s part tri-color fancy mouse and part edible dormouse. I love most animals, but have always had a close fondness for rodents, despite my ten years of genocide on their kind with my pest control career.

Inkwell kind of snuck up on me and grabbed on when I had become dissonant with myself and the world. A sudden change of pace to help keep my footing. It all came about when I started having dreams associated with a mouse as a main character for a story. I toyed with the idea and eventually Inkwell T. Mouse was born, and no the “T” does not stand for “The”.  It actually, just like that of Inkwell 2.0, the “T” stands for Timbr. I kept the initial due to the fact that I have several friends that still call me Timbr, so I felt like I had to adopted it somehow in the name to keep the nickname relevant.

With a change in style with the hooded suit vest, Inkwell also brought about a different outlook on things, a bit more, mature than that of his predecessors. Sadly though he had to carry the weight of the world on his tiny shoulders as he was present for some of the darkest times in my life. The spots on his body represent more than just a beautiful pattern I found, but also the stains of the world filled with discontent, anger, and loneliness.

At 3′ tall he may be a giant compared to others of his kind, but his heart has and will always be too big to fit in his small frame. You can still see him come to life when I don the super-sized version of him when Tigercat finishes my fursuit. Once completed and at the next available con you will definitely find pictures of him scurrying about here and on social media.

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This following pages will be slow to fill, but eventually I intend on moving ALL my poems ever written here. So check back often!

LATEST POEM

Little Foxsel War Dance

With a myrp and wag off I go, The world is new and I must show, That this little foxsel’s ready to play, Ready to experience a brand new day. The storms have finally passed on by, The sun shining brightly in the sky, As flowers begin their yearly bloom, Chasing away the sorrow and...

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FEATURED POEM

That Makes We

A bark, a yip, a crinkle or two, My world’s complete now that I’m with you. In desperate moments of the past, Decisions were made severing what we held fast. An uphill battle in an unjust war, The odds stacked against a keyless locked door, But from that moment we first met, Our fates were...

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Little Foxsel War Dance

With a myrp and wag off I go, The world is new and I must show, That this little foxsel’s ready to play, Ready to experience a brand new day. The storms have finally passed on by, The sun shining brightly in the sky, As flowers begin their yearly bloom, Chasing away the sorrow and...

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That Makes We

A bark, a yip, a crinkle or two, My world’s complete now that I’m with you. In desperate moments of the past, Decisions were made severing what we held fast. An uphill battle in an unjust war, The odds stacked against a keyless locked door, But from that moment we first met, Our fates were...

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Collared and Free

In the forest of man, I wandered all alone, Guided down a path of my own accord. I slip and fall upon loose gravel stone, Nearly swept away by treacherous fjord. I lose my grip and communications lost, Stranded now upon this rocky bank. The hill is too steep and not worth the cost, So...

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Into a Whole

I set myself up to fall again, Yet here I stand. I find myself in familiar hands, Or rather paws. Life has me twisted all up, Expecting pain. However, I take a step, Pressing on. Fear frightens my mind, Is this real? Hope frees my heart, Very much so. Will it be a clear moment,...

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Beyond Repair

I’ve been broken, and beyond repair, Tiny little pieces scattered around. Missing fragments missing there, No longer whole, no longer sound. Refraction displays from time to time, Brief little moments of clarity. Where my soul can feel sublime, But only to smile back in parody. Empty gestures from friendly hands, Intentions pure but translation’s lost....

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In the Crevices of Forgotten Caves

Misty morning among the trees, Shadows dance along the breeze. Sun light rising above the dark, A dazzling array of colored arc. The birds begin a melody, A chirp, a chime, a choral symphony. The winds pick up and join along, Rustling the leaves into a song. The world awakens and begins anew, Shaking off...

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Let Me Go

I found myself on the brink today, Wrestling with demons and shadows. One false step to lose my way, Into the void and no one knows. I found myself on the tracks from here, Hardened steel mirrors heart of stone. Sounding horn impending fear, Piercing the night and all alone. I found myself on the...

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Just a Memory

A Tattered-torn piece of scrap, Crumpled up and tossed aside. Ever so fleeting, ever so frail, Nothing else is left inside. Starvation came to decimate, Rending, tearing, gnashing fangs. Lifeless shell still beating on, Hope now no longer hangs. Drifting upon the sea of grief, Sun scorched of empathy. Letting loose of fraying rope, And...

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Somewhere Before the End

How has it comes to this? A soul so full of hope, so full of life, Brought down upon his knees, That his light has become the void. He ponders and questions, How his star will finally fade. Into a spectacle for all to see, Or collapse into all eternity. A black hole of nothingness,...

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Before the Ink had Time to Dry

Scribbles across the page Dancing in the candle light. A beast within a cage Howling against the moon light. Each letter flows to and fro Swirling little whispers. It growls to be let go Twitching angry whiskers. Dribbles, dots, and smears Like scattered memories pool. Glittered specks of tears For who has played the fool....

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If the Choice was Mine

If the choice was mine, How did it come to this? The memory has faded, Into the black abyss. Long since forgotten, A lifetime long ago. Ripped from my grasp, With nothing to show. Nothing to hold onto, And nothing else see. As if in this lifetime, You had to set me free. Yet here...

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Again and Again

Like tendrils weaving in and out of my soul, Piercing, threading, ever tightening its toll. Pulling together parts of us I wish to never see, Parts of you intertwined with parts of me. In desperation I try to pull away, Only to be pulled back into the fray. The needle pierces my heart, rips it...

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Alone Again

In the corner all alone again, Held down by my weight in sin. The glistening trail upon my cheek, Fed by the fears each day of the week. I rock back and forth, toss and turn, Wishing upon hoping that I could learn: That dreams are for suckers and love is for fools; Lost in...

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Four Padded Toes

Devil’s breeze upon my back, Tempting, guiding, pulling slack. Take a step; stop and stare, Thinking, grasping, wishing were. Shifting to a better place, Where I finally see my face. Shifting on forever goes, Down upon four padded toes. Heaven’s breath upon my cheek, Peaceful, blissful, vengeful seek. Bathing in love’s pure light, Hopeful, dreadful,...

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All Without a Fighting Chance

Mirrored glass and reflection’s glare, Drowning in sorrow and glum. Fear frozen in hellish nightmare, And what I’ve now become. Beyond that which I can not heal, Lost and never to be found. Beating heart, forever still, Forever without a sound. Crushed and beaten from the world’s weight, No longer now in my pain. Was...

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Destitute and Lost in Desperation

Destitute and solitude are my only friends, Winding down a rocky road full of regret. Where did it start, where does it end, Why am I here, how can I forget? Lost in the emptiness of a thoughtless void, Dull the feelings when either felt or shared. Where do they go, where to avoid, Why...

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Just as Fucked Up Too

They say home is where the heart is, but what does that mean when it’s torn in two, Or even worse, still, what’s been done to mine, decimated, desecrated and shattered by you? I’ve made my share of stupid mistakes, and now regret is all I can see, For putting my life in your hands;...

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No One Left to Love

From within the cracks of a broken heart, Darkness creeps ever silently still. Stepping forward to tear apart, All that’s left of a shattered will. Until at last it clouds your mind, Reshaping the past of memories dear. So even moments of loving kind, Recoil and flee with anguished fear. From within the cracks of...

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The Puddle

The raindrops fell tantalizing on the ground, Making tiny little rivers all around. The earth drank in the refreshing dew, That gave it life and began anew.   One little puddle had began to grow, With nowhere to run, nowhere to go. When whereupon this rainy day, A silver fox had made his way.  ...

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Little Foxsel War Dance

With a myrp and wag off I go, The world is new and I must show, That this little foxsel’s ready to play, Ready to experience a brand new day. The storms have finally passed on by, The sun shining brightly in the sky, As flowers begin their yearly bloom, Chasing away the sorrow and...

Continue to read

Beyond Repair

I’ve been broken, and beyond repair, Tiny little pieces scattered around. Missing fragments missing there, No longer whole, no longer sound. Refraction displays from time to time, Brief little moments of clarity. Where my soul can feel sublime, But only to smile back in parody. Empty gestures from friendly hands, Intentions pure but translation’s lost....

Continue to read

In the Crevices of Forgotten Caves

Misty morning among the trees, Shadows dance along the breeze. Sun light rising above the dark, A dazzling array of colored arc. The birds begin a melody, A chirp, a chime, a choral symphony. The winds pick up and join along, Rustling the leaves into a song. The world awakens and begins anew, Shaking off...

Continue to read

Let Me Go

I found myself on the brink today, Wrestling with demons and shadows. One false step to lose my way, Into the void and no one knows. I found myself on the tracks from here, Hardened steel mirrors heart of stone. Sounding horn impending fear, Piercing the night and all alone. I found myself on the...

Continue to read

Just a Memory

A Tattered-torn piece of scrap, Crumpled up and tossed aside. Ever so fleeting, ever so frail, Nothing else is left inside. Starvation came to decimate, Rending, tearing, gnashing fangs. Lifeless shell still beating on, Hope now no longer hangs. Drifting upon the sea of grief, Sun scorched of empathy. Letting loose of fraying rope, And...

Continue to read

Somewhere Before the End

How has it comes to this? A soul so full of hope, so full of life, Brought down upon his knees, That his light has become the void. He ponders and questions, How his star will finally fade. Into a spectacle for all to see, Or collapse into all eternity. A black hole of nothingness,...

Continue to read

Before the Ink had Time to Dry

Scribbles across the page Dancing in the candle light. A beast within a cage Howling against the moon light. Each letter flows to and fro Swirling little whispers. It growls to be let go Twitching angry whiskers. Dribbles, dots, and smears Like scattered memories pool. Glittered specks of tears For who has played the fool....

Continue to read

If the Choice was Mine

If the choice was mine, How did it come to this? The memory has faded, Into the black abyss. Long since forgotten, A lifetime long ago. Ripped from my grasp, With nothing to show. Nothing to hold onto, And nothing else see. As if in this lifetime, You had to set me free. Yet here...

Continue to read

Again and Again

Like tendrils weaving in and out of my soul, Piercing, threading, ever tightening its toll. Pulling together parts of us I wish to never see, Parts of you intertwined with parts of me. In desperation I try to pull away, Only to be pulled back into the fray. The needle pierces my heart, rips it...

Continue to read

Alone Again

In the corner all alone again, Held down by my weight in sin. The glistening trail upon my cheek, Fed by the fears each day of the week. I rock back and forth, toss and turn, Wishing upon hoping that I could learn: That dreams are for suckers and love is for fools; Lost in...

Continue to read

All Without a Fighting Chance

Mirrored glass and reflection’s glare, Drowning in sorrow and glum. Fear frozen in hellish nightmare, And what I’ve now become. Beyond that which I can not heal, Lost and never to be found. Beating heart, forever still, Forever without a sound. Crushed and beaten from the world’s weight, No longer now in my pain. Was...

Continue to read

The Puddle

The raindrops fell tantalizing on the ground, Making tiny little rivers all around. The earth drank in the refreshing dew, That gave it life and began anew.   One little puddle had began to grow, With nowhere to run, nowhere to go. When whereupon this rainy day, A silver fox had made his way.  ...

Continue to read

Into a Whole

I set myself up to fall again, Yet here I stand. I find myself in familiar hands, Or rather paws. Life has me twisted all up, Expecting pain. However, I take a step, Pressing on. Fear frightens my mind, Is this real? Hope frees my heart, Very much so. Will it be a clear moment,...

Continue to read

The Puddle

The raindrops fell tantalizing on the ground, Making tiny little rivers all around. The earth drank in the refreshing dew, That gave it life and began anew.   One little puddle had began to grow, With nowhere to run, nowhere to go. When whereupon this rainy day, A silver fox had made his way.  ...

Continue to read

Collared and Free

In the forest of man, I wandered all alone, Guided down a path of my own accord. I slip and fall upon loose gravel stone, Nearly swept away by treacherous fjord. I lose my grip and communications lost, Stranded now upon this rocky bank. The hill is too steep and not worth the cost, So...

Continue to read

Four Padded Toes

Devil’s breeze upon my back, Tempting, guiding, pulling slack. Take a step; stop and stare, Thinking, grasping, wishing were. Shifting to a better place, Where I finally see my face. Shifting on forever goes, Down upon four padded toes. Heaven’s breath upon my cheek, Peaceful, blissful, vengeful seek. Bathing in love’s pure light, Hopeful, dreadful,...

Continue to read

Before the Ink had Time to Dry

Scribbles across the page Dancing in the candle light. A beast within a cage Howling against the moon light. Each letter flows to and fro Swirling little whispers. It growls to be let go Twitching angry whiskers. Dribbles, dots, and smears Like scattered memories pool. Glittered specks of tears For who has played the fool....

Continue to read

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Patchz Marblefox

Patchz was originally created after seeing the beautiful pattern on an arctic marble fox pelt. The purity of the black on white called to me. So, I created a more rambunctious fox to match the ying and yang quality of his fur. I never truly took on his persona but was still a part of me. Somewhere his creation would find a purpose…and it did in a new way.

In order to find a place for him among my many stories and new idea popped into my head – put him in a comic book. This is how Mark of the Paw started. Patchz or Swiftwind in some cases, became the spearhead of the comic with a background of solitude and martial training by his rodent master (a homage to Splinter and TMNT).

Eventually the existence of Patchz comes to the leaders of an organization called P.A.W.Z. (People and Animals Working for Zootopia – do not confuse this with the latest Disney moving coming out as I created this around July 2010). They must fight off the evil corporation H.A.N.D. (Human Acquisition of Natural Dominance).

I ended developing a rich history for the entire world and even for the creation of the universe as a whole. The reason for being so is that I had a beginning and with the help of my friend Brian, aka Herrbawl, helped me create all of it and the eventual ending of the comic. Obviously a lot needs to be filled in the center but the concept is there and when I get motivated and have the time to pester and bounce ideas off of Brian it will come to fruition.

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Below are concepts of mine for a series of comic books. I will eventually link the images for more information regarding each idea. As I am no artist it will take some time to get/find someone to do the pages as eventually I wish to write them. The foremost being Mark of the Paw followed by my World of Warcraft fan comic idea. MouseDover is still up for debate on whether I wish to proceed with it as a comic, a book, or my initial idea: an rpg campaign.

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Faelan Foxtail & Giaus Centuri

Back in 1992 as a freshman in high school I just happened to sit down at a table where some kids were pouring over some non-classroom books and talking about funny things…like dice, dragons, and adventures. It is that precious moment that I met my best friend, Paul Beyer. It was also my first introduction into the wonderful world of roleplaying, and D&D to be exact.

Fast forward a year or two and Paul starts telling me about a game world he’s created and wants to play with all of us and in the process pulls me into helping to further develop it, though most of that wouldn’t come about till much later. At the time the wolf was a big focus in my life so naturally I created a character that would eventually transform into that of this giant wolf-like humanoid. I named this monstrous force of nature Giaus Centuri (Gee-us, “G” as in a karate GI).

Giaus became an NPC after/around the year 2000 when my focus shifted to that of the fox. I still plan on writing the history and adventures of Giaus and how his transformation actually took place (since the original roleplaying session has been trumped by actual specific storyline events). So, in order to fulfill my vulpine needs I created a new character and named him Faelan Foxtail.

I will not spoil too much of his story as I wish to write what I’m calling The Chronicles of Faelan, with each book being a chapter in his adventures. The first of which tells of how he too, much like Giaus, was captured and submitted to a painful transformation process where he ended up as a fox, more feral and less humanoid than that of his counterpart.

Faelan has a destiny of his own and very difficult road ahead of him. Some elements from The Fox Prince are taken from Faelan as they both require assistance to walk on two legs (but it should be obvious as the main character in The Fox Prince is named Taelan – not a coincidence). But that’s all these two have in common. Faelan is no prince and is not on a quest to revert his condition, rather to help save not just his people, his planet, but the universe as a whole from the most dangerous of all creation – entropy.

Faelan is a Christ-like figure for his people (hence the cross-fox species). However they don’t know what he has done for them, nor does he broadcast said knowledge. His burden alone and the duties that he most perform outweigh the fame and glory that comes from protecting his people from a great evil that threatens his world. It is this errand that he is tasked with that helps keep his mind off of the constant pain his body is wracked with, having not being able to finish the transformation completely into that of a fox.

With any luck and hard work, Paul and I will be able to not only continue working on the game, but to see it come to life and in the process I can share the amazing adventures Faelan goes on across the universe to save his world from utter destruction. Can one little vulpine druid save the universe, one can only hope.

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Some of my favorite places/artists on the web. More to come!

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Kwill T. Silvertail

Now here was have an amalgamation of a critter. Kwill came about via an online social “game” called Second Life. Some of you may know what it is, others – not so much. However, it is a place where you can practically create whatever you want and that includes your character or avatar.

Changing the looks of your avatar is about as easy as changing clothing, you simple put on the new outfit and you’re done, so changing things up is quite expected. There are just thousands of things to build your character out of and though I initially created Timbrfawks, I found one little critter just absolutely adorable – a Qwhilla. (The image linked does not belong to me and is one of the few things I can find to reference back to the original inspiration as the creator’s site is no longer working)

I eventually took parts of the qwhilla and with that of another fox avatar created a whole new look. Eventually I named him Kwill (the T. Silvertail names referencing back at Timbrfawks Silvertail). Though he wasn’t a huge or long part of my life Kwill still managed to get an official name and is included as a character in one of my books, so a worthy addition to my site and my life.

Kwill wears a pair of shorts but more noticeably is the giant blue bow on his back and the steampunk accessories. The key hanging around his collared neck still has no current lock it fits. Its meaning lost to the world…or is it. Where he comes from he is an engineer and has need of the goggles to protect his dual-colored eyes.

I still haven’t fully settled on exactly what he does in my book as well as if he’s the fox-qwhilla hybrid seen here or a more feral like pure qwhilla as seen in the original character model sheet linked above. He does have a purpose and a very specific role, just like he did with that in my own life.

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The Fox Prince – Paperback

By Skillet MarbleFoxFebruary 24, 2016in Blog It

Finally submitted all changes and opened the paperback version up for sale on Lulu. However, I also want to point out the difference between both versions as seen here.

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The Fox Prince has arrived!

By Skillet MarbleFoxFebruary 6, 2016in Blog It

  Prince Ali © Disney

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By Skillet MarbleFoxJanuary 11, 2016in Blog It

Check it out, thefoxtail.com is now thefoxtail.ink! New extension, new logo to match a new year!

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About Face

By Skillet MarbleFoxJanuary 11, 2016in Blog It

Woke up and realized I failed to include an about page so just spent the past few hours doing just that. Enjoy!!

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thefoxtail.com is BACK!

By Skillet MarbleFoxJanuary 11, 2016in Blog It

After a brief hiatus as dinkymou.se, thefoxtail.com is back and in full swing. I have spent the past few days getting the site revamped and updated. More content to come as I have a zillion poems to upload and more tidbits here and there.

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Patrick Fox

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All those character sketches and finally I post a real life picture. You can see me sitting here on the bridge along side this strange looking human who follows me around like a lost pup. He rambles on and on spouting all sorts of nonsense about stories, books, and fantastic adventures.

I was born Stephen Patrick Gifford in Sept of 1977. I have 4 parents (though sometimes with my friends it seems more like 12), 4 brothers, 2 step-sisters, and a step-brother. A big family yes and has gotten even bigger since. They have all been an influence throughout my life and love them all for it, the good and the bad. Sadly, though, on Feb 1, 2010, we lost one of our youngest, Dusty. My first book, The Fox Prince, has been dedicated to his memory.

Where did I come up with the nom de guerre, Patrick Fox? Well, it’s funny you should ask. Even though back in high school I traveled with the wolf in tow, I ended up picking the last name of Fox. When I was deciding on my writer’s name (nom de guerre, nom de plume, pen name, pseudonym) in practicing signing my name Patrick Wolf just didn’t have the flow to it like that of Patrick Fox. It still doesn’t explain that my first poem was about a boy becoming a fox either, until around 2000 that my attentions were turned to my vulpine brothers. Then having the name Patrick Fox all made sense.

Well, that’s enough about me. If you have any questions, comments, etc. feel free to ask away. Thank you for visiting my little den on the web and hopefully you wouldn’t mind leaving with one of my works with you on the way out. I hope you’ve enjoyed your stay. Come back often visit this fabulous fox.