Well the holiday is over, though I’m
not sure if it ever got started, still, we are more than grateful that our
first interviewee upon returning is not a spider, lycan, vampire or any other
such nightmarish thing but instead is quite literally a fox.
Actually saucy-looking Sable, as we
discover, is a half-fox anthropomorph who is 32 years old and a reassuringly regular
5ft 7in tall. Not only that but she is a pleasure to speak to throughout our
interview. Being half-fox means she naturally possesses sharp vision, a
heightened sense of smell, excelled hearing and as she jests; a fabulous sense
of humour. A vivacious, fun-loving, and good-spirited soul Sable readily displays
her quick wit and charm; which, as she is swift to point out, sounds like a
euphemism.
Now Sable looks good and she knows it.
Thus as an openly feisty, no-nonsense redhead Sable likes to flirt and exploit
her feminine wiles to the utmost. Possessing high cheekbones, a cheeky smile
and the added innocence of some cutesy dimples it’s no wonder that our
employees are falling all over one another to speak to her. That’s without
mention of the tight-fitted denims she is parading which make those shapely
legs of hers appear to go on forever. Plus for those that like tails Sable maintains
a slender and neatly-groomed auburn brush that is tipped with white. Like many
part or half anthropomorphs she also has small claws instead of fingernails and
slightly elongated canine teeth.
When asked about her interests Sable
quickly quips, ‘sex and money.’ We should have expected this snappy and
audacious response but somehow her coquettish smirk catches us off guard. Evidently
Sable is a woman who knows her own mind; she won’t stand for being bossed
around and likes to have the upper hand. She tells us her pet hates are
smokers, drunks and liars; sadly for us this covers most people in our office,
if not everyone on the island.
For the most part Sable is a reasonable
and well-tempered lady, however as she coyly divulges, she does have a sly, secretive
side, a more sneaky and covert nature that she uses when moonlighting for
information. She explains that her preferred tactic when gleaning a target is
to side-step confrontation by acting dumb, fluttering her eyelashes and pouting,
presumably until the opposition folds in exasperation. However whilst Sable
might act like a brainless bimbo to get what she wants we soon learn that she is highly educated.
A well-practiced mechanic and proficiently
seasoned pilot she works as a senior engineering technician. This requires a
complex understanding of aviation, including maintenance, repair and upgrade.
Lucky for Sable she boasts unparalleled piloting skills and a vast technical
intelligence that is swathed in experience. She tells us she is capable of complex
manoeuvres in a new vehicle within the first few flights and always outshines
her co-workers much to their irritation.
This might, as she reveals, have
something to do with the fact she has the minor ability to control the weather,
particularly the wind. Quite the talent for anyone to have but in Sable’s case
it is likely the reason for her choice of profession and also the reason she is
so damn good at it. At least she is not the vaunting type when it comes to
aviation. Speaking with a refreshing lack of hubris about her achievements it
is clear that she doesn’t take her abilities lightly, never abuses her weather talent
and genuinely enjoys her work.
Sable talks with great enthusiasm
about the times when she gets to take her mini-scooter out for a spin and perfect
manipulating the surrounding atmosphere. Obviously, she explains, the larger
the craft the harder it is for her to alter the mass of air and pressure so
flying with a small and light scooter is exhilarating; it makes her feel as
light, fast and free as the wind itself.
Understandably then Sable is rather house-proud
of her vehicles and to some extent her own appearance. Blushing, she admits to
being fairly vain but not in an unhealthy or deconstructive way. She tells us
that getting grubby and oily in the workshop or having mucky clothes doesn’t
bother her since she quite likes the smell of gasoline but that she incessantly
scrubs her fur clean and is particular about conditioning and preening her
luscious red locks.
Well liked in the flying community
Sable explains that she likes to wind down at the end of the day by having a
drink with the lads in the bar. She is quick to assure us that she never drinks
on duty and displays an overly-passionate loathing towards, ‘those sleazy
drunken bastards who leer all over everyone,’ as she delicately puts it.
Then
with a grin she admits that getting her target drunk is one the more successful
methods of acquiring money and information, because, as she says, ‘liquor
loosens their purse strings as much as their tongues.’ Also as much as she
professes to despise the inebriated she admits they sometimes prove entertaining.
She relays that her recent favourite ‘gem’ of a one-liner posed through the
bleary-eyed haze of alcohol is, ‘imagine that, I found a fox amongst all these
twittering birds!’
Which leads us nicely to the question
we’ve been dying to ask since she arrived: why does she have the word ‘fox’ tattooed
on her right arm?
‘In case I forget,’ is her facetious
reply. Although we suspect the real reason is because drunks frequently mistake
her for a cat, or worse a squirrel, seeing as being likened to a squirrel would
somewhat negate her instated sexy image.
All in all we very much enjoyed
interviewing Sable. As a delight to behold, exploring her many assets has been
a pleasure and none here are likely to forget the allure of her well-rounded whimsy
any time soon.
And yes, that time we were trying to
be euphemistic.
