Dog-Head: An Alchymist bought me for the purpose of Chymical Experiment. In his laboratory he tested and tried me: burned me black and bleached me white, fermented me yellow in uric acid and purged me with red mercury until his chymical trials destroyed my dog-body. But he fixed in my dog-head the attribute I now present ... the Perfect Hunter. Whatever game I chase, I must catch. Whatever contest I pursue, I will win.
Vixen: You see, Missy, (…telling their Story mellows her temperament …) the Alchymist despises me, created Dog-Head to hunt me. I come from an ancient time, long long before the Hunter, before the hapless Hound of which he was made, and long before the Alchymist who made him. I teased from the Alchymist my attribute … the Perfectly Hunted, the uncatchable quarry. Whatever chases me, I escape. Whatever pursues me, will lose me. Then the Alchymist intervened. He invented Dog-Head, grafted him to a body, set him in pursuit of me, without quit.
Can you imagine our endless Hunt? The Inescapable versus the Uncatchable. Round and round and round ... Our game, begun so merrily. Become so tiresome.
Clever (dares to speak): Who made your attribute, Lady Fox?
Vixen (proudly): I made myself. With Chymistry. Stolen from the Alchymist. That Story begins prior to my making.
My Story begins with Me and my discontents. I am countless years old. I am born of a long-lived kind, but even so, our living is finite. Each of us arrives at last at the end of our natural span. I wanted what is unnatural ... countless years more. I put on the guise of a beautiful woman and went to the Alchymist. I was seeking a Chymical way to cheat Death."