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 red with mercury until his chymical trials destroyed my dog-body. Those same trials fixed and preserved in my dog-head the attribute I now present: perfect hunter. Whatever game I chase, I must catch. Whatever contest I pursue, I will win.
Vixen: You see, Missy, I was born an empyreal kit, (…telling their story mellows her temperament…) an empyreal kit from an ancient, empyreal time, long long before this Dog-Headed Man, before the hapless Hound from which he was made, and eons before the Alchymist who made him. That very Alchymist abominates me, created Dog-Head to hunt me, all because I made my attribute first: perfectly hunted. I am the uncatchable quarry. 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 her 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."