
Draumstafir
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Posted by Draumstafir
Me: 8th house Scorpio Sun, ruler-Mars in Libra. More Virgo in my chart than anything else, and eternally harassed by a fragile, overly empathic Pisces Rising.
Dad: Pisces Sun, Cancer Moon, Cancer Rising. No noticeable Scorpio or Libra in his chart; neither sign nor house.
I ran over a beautiful red fox last night while driving. He was just a baby. I love foxes, almost as much as wolves. I've considered trapping as a sport, but know for certain I'd let a fox go if I ever caught one. I saw the confusion in him as he ran towards my car, darting left-and-right and probably semi-blinded by my lights (it was dark). I didn't react physically (normally slow to react, Pisces Rising), and knew he made it past the first wheel, but hoped he'd stay between the wheels, and then I heard... the thump. He'd come back to the first wheel. Somehow I knew this, by the pattern of his movements. I pulled over, turned around, and went back to check on him. Sprawled and unmarred, save for a slight nick in one hind leg. Very still; eyes open and unmoving. At least it was instant, I tell myself. After a few moments, and a hesitant poke-retract to make sure he wouldn't come to, and snap around and bite me... I carefully gathered both back paws to gently tug him off the side of the road. I didn't want him to get ground in by further vehicles. It seemed the right thing to do. In moving him, I heard (and felt) the horrible crackling and looseness of a severely broken back. At least it was instant, I tell myself... I imagine the pain he'd be in otherwise. I set him in a safe-looking niche out of the way, and whisper sorry to whomever of the beyond may be listening. Mostly to the fox, with no clue if it's heard, or accepted.
I get home and Dad notices I'm sad, asks what's wrong. Perceptive, he is. Intuitive, he is. I tell him what happened and that I moved the fox off the side of the road. I don't tell him my whispered words. Dad is always promoting a 'good image' in me, and is easily disappointed and embarrassed when I do anything outside his preferred pretty image. My Libra-ruled Mars.
Perceptive, intuitive, 3-water-sign Dad. None of it Scorpio. All of it sensitive and nurturing. Right?
Dad: Where'd you hit it?
Me: Just down the street.
Dad: Let's go see.
We get there...
Dad: Here, you hold the flashlight. I'll get a picture.
Me: But he's dead.
Dad: Awww, it looks l







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Enjoy every moment you have with him... even when he drives you crazy. 🙂

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Dad: Pisces Sun, Cancer Moon, Cancer Rising. No noticeable Scorpio or Libra in his chart; neither sign nor house.
I ran over a beautiful red fox last night while driving. He was just a baby. I love foxes, almost as much as wolves. I've considered trapping as a sport, but know for certain I'd let a fox go if I ever caught one. I saw the confusion in him as he ran towards my car, darting left-and-right and probably semi-blinded by my lights (it was dark). I didn't react physically (normally slow to react, Pisces Rising), and knew he made it past the first wheel, but hoped he'd stay between the wheels, and then I heard... the thump. He'd come back to the first wheel. Somehow I knew this, by the pattern of his movements. I pulled over, turned around, and went back to check on him. Sprawled and unmarred, save for a slight nick in one hind leg. Very still; eyes open and unmoving. At least it was instant, I tell myself. After a few moments, and a hesitant poke-retract to make sure he wouldn't come to, and snap around and bite me... I carefully gathered both back paws to gently tug him off the side of the road. I didn't want him to get ground in by further vehicles. It seemed the right thing to do. In moving him, I heard (and felt) the horrible crackling and looseness of a severely broken back. At least it was instant, I tell myself... I imagine the pain he'd be in otherwise. I set him in a safe-looking niche out of the way, and whisper sorry to whomever of the beyond may be listening. Mostly to the fox, with no clue if it's heard, or accepted.
I get home and Dad notices I'm sad, asks what's wrong. Perceptive, he is. Intuitive, he is. I tell him what happened and that I moved the fox off the side of the road. I don't tell him my whispered words. Dad is always promoting a 'good image' in me, and is easily disappointed and embarrassed when I do anything outside his preferred pretty image. My Libra-ruled Mars.
Perceptive, intuitive, 3-water-sign Dad. None of it Scorpio. All of it sensitive and nurturing. Right?
Dad: Where'd you hit it?
Me: Just down the street.
Dad: Let's go see.
We get there...
Dad: Here, you hold the flashlight. I'll get a picture.
Me: But he's dead.
Dad: Awww, it looks like he's sleeping!
Me: Yeah, with his eyes open.
Dad: You know, for $ 100 you could get it stuffed.