I've covered enough ground to say that I'm a seasoned nomad, despite the fact that I've only recently been given the ability to live.

Oh.

Please accept my apologies if you've not the slightest gist of what I'm rambling about. You see, I'm a youkai, one whose existence transcends over mortality and of natural creation. Particularly, I am a Tsukumogami, a once inanimate object bestowed life.

Yes. I was once inanimate, being nothing more than a statue of a fox. I can't really say that I'd rather go back spending perpetuity in what one would consider nothing more than an ornament.

Through spontaneous, arbitrary generation of some sort of magic that not even I can comprehend, my stone limbs now move, my chest now contract and expand, and my thoughts are no longer void, but now flourishing.

However, I've caused some mistakes that I'd rather have resented myself for. Pursuers, styling themselves as adherents of justice, have emerged from the vastness of Equestria, seeking to 'liberate' my stone body of its soul.

Such a predicament of mine, yes?

So I wander, and wander even further; to where? To possibly anyplace where I might deem sanctuary. However, sanctuary doesn't last for long, and thus I'm condemned to an ever-spinning carousel of agony, fleeing, and fighting.

And... admittedly, all this solitude is making me feel uneasy.