It's easy to look at a predator with scorn and their prey with sympathy. After all, predation is usually a rather one-sided experience. A prey's feelings, experience and life are usually ignored. It's not uncommon for a prey's last moments to be spent begging to be let out. But with Vox? They're often begging to be let in.

Vox is a fox-taur of monumental proportions. His upper body is handsome and powerful while his tauric half is plump as can be. Beauty and the beast, all in one. He could easily simply nab a preything and guzzle them down without a care. But he doesn't have to. Vox has reached a level of gluttony akin to a black hole. When close, it's like he has a natural draw. You're simply pulled in.

His body radiates a softness and power. Rather than scaring his prey with it, he'll let them explore it. Let them become familiar. His power soon becomes a comfort. Something warm and snuggly enough to feel welcoming and strong enough to protect them. His hunger is offered as more than a one-sided affair. It's a partnership. A bond that'll last forever. A way for a prey to hide away from the awful outside and be surrounded by gentle love. His massive form is solely focused on their comfort and pleasure. Rather than being terrified of the one on top of the food chain, they're left feeling like they matter to him more than anything else in the world.

And so they choose him over the world. It's better to exist in bliss and the safety of his care than lost and afraid outside. No more problems, no more being small. All memories of anything cold, scary or sad will soon feel like a lifetime ago as they sink into the bliss. There's no reason to feel sympathy or scorn for either party. The prey has simply made a choice. They'd rather be part of Vox. And Vox is eager to guide them home.

Drawn by  stupidshepherd