Delta Velorum Foxes (Delta Foxes or DVF for short) are large vulpes like creatures living on the planet Delta Velorum. They live in a variety of biomes depending on where the clan is located - anywhere from southern lush forests to steep cliffs to the north. They are known to live in just about any place on Delta Velorum, but consider the deserts as a sacred place and never step foot into there. Delta Foxes can come in any natural color and come in a variety of shades and patterns. Their eyes can be any known color - both natural and unnatural.
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Dandy
Sex: ♂
Gender: Todd Pronouns: He/him Orientation: Asexual Variety: Medium tail, Thin facial markings Link to Original Personality
Dandy, despite his name, is not really a show off. He's actually rather shy and gentle, even after you get to know him. He likes to keep his thoughts to himself and not bother anyone with his own opinions. However, that doesn't make him a bad friend as he tends to listen well to others. He does occasionally speak out with surprising whit when no one expects it. Finally, Dandy takes quiet delight in discovering new and beautiful things, which is where he gets his favorite activity from. Favorite Color
Blue, like his eyes. Likes
[discovering things, beetle shells, blue things, threadmice, fresh stream water, rolling in the grass] Dislikes [noise, confrontation, overpowering smells, having to move too much] Favorite Thing to Collect
Ever since he was a young pup, Dandy has enjoyed collecting shiny, sparkly objects. He would snatch up anything from iridescent feathers to rocks with a faint sparkle to them. However, as he got older, he recognized that these objects cluttered his nest and he could not keep collecting everything; therefore, he limited his obsession down to shimmery beetle shells which he still enjoys collecting today whenever he comes across them. Backstory
Dandy's mother was not a fox that liked to settle down. She never stayed with one mate for long because her paws itched for new places and soon she would move on. She had several other litters before Dandy, only remaining in one place long enough to raise them so that they could strike out on their own. When she did have him, though, she knew he would be her last. She was not a young vixen anymore and soon she would have to settle down, if only because her legs wouldn't take her far. So with this final kit, she took special care to teach him everything she had learned from her wanderings. He came to love her and her lessons so much that when he was old enough to travel, he got her permission to remain at her side. It was a comfort to the old vixen to have him with her as she began to grow too old to catch prey and his help was greatly appreciated. In return, she helped him discover more about his world. Finally, though, both knew that she could no longer move on. Dandy helped her to find and clear up a comfortable old den near a stream just within a wooded area so that there would be prey close enough by that she wouldn't have any trouble hunting. At first, Dandy thought he would stay with her until she had passed, but as the days went by, he came to realize that he had inherited her love of roaming. She already knew this and was always prepared for the day he would strike out on his own. That day came and there were no really sad goodbyes, just an affectionate nuzzle from a loyal son to his loving mother. Then Dandy headed out, expecting to be a loner for the rest of his life. He was completely surprised, and not entirely in a nice way, when he stumbled (literally) into KaiLee. The two happened to be travelling in the same general direction and it didn't make sense for them to travel separately. At first, Dandy thought he disliked the talkative and irritatingly positive not to mention bossy young vixen. But over time he grew used to her and even found that he didn't want to live without her bothering him to eat or her gleeful delight in the sunshine. Not long after travelling with her, Bane joined their group and then Pounce was discovered and added to their lives. Now Dandy travels with them and has begun to realize that he wouldn't have it any other way. | Design © SnowStar of CS | Character © PixieStoryteller (me!) |
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Bane
Sex: ♂
Gender: Todd Pronouns: He/him Orientation: Demisexual Variety: Relaxed tail, Reverse blaze facial markings, Upright ears Link to Original Link to Adult Ref Personality
Bane is rather quiet and observing. That doesn't make him shy, though, as his observations tend to lead him to do something brash that brings attention to himself. In these situations, his genuinely innocent curiosity is usually what saves him from getting into any deep trouble. He usually can't avoid a few bumps and bruises, though. So I suppose Bane can be rather impulsive too. He has a good heart, however, and cares about others, even those he hasn't had time to get to know. His parents were able to teach him to respect life in all foxes and its something he keeps very close to his heart as its the only positive memory he has from his past life. Favorite Color
The rich brown of fertile earth just after the rain. Likes
[Thornbuck for meat, fresh stream water, sleeping, play wrestling, teaching Pounce, learning new things] Dislikes [aggression, unnecessary violence, yelling, sitting still, being bossed around] Backstory
Bane was the only kit in the first and only litter his parents ever had. They were young parents but even so, they raised Bane to be a kind, thoughtful, strong and curious young fox. His life was perfect until a fateful hunting incident where his father, while teaching Bane the basics of hunting, was nearly killed. In a freak accident, a large tree branch which was hanging over head after having nearly been snapped off in a storm a while back, suddenly snapped, falling on and crushing Bane's father. Using his young strength and determination, Bane was able to get the branch off of him and then do his best to drag his father back to the home den. Bane's mother did the best she could for him, but neither mother nor son had much hope. It was a terrible time for Bane, but not as bad as what came after. Somehow, Bane's father began to come around and the gash in his head seemed to mend. Slowly, the adult todd started to recover strength and move around. But this todd was entirely different from the one that had been teaching Bane but a week or two before. Bane's father now was completely unpredictable: one moment looking peaceful and like his old self again and the next rage-fully attacking anything and anyone within sight, including his only son and his mate. When in a rage, Bane's father could be horribly cruel and hateful too. It wasn't long before Bane realized that neither he nor his mother could survive around his new father. They would have to escape. During one of his father's more peaceful mood swings, while he was out hunting, Bane came to his mother, begging her to run away with him. She would not, however. She could not abandon his father, her mate, not even to save her own life. But she agreed that it was not safe for Bane to stay. In fact, she insisted, painful as it was for her, that he needed to leave, right then. Bane at first resisted, but in her desperation, his mother resorted to violence, snapping and snarling at him to leave. With pain tearing deep wounds into his heart, Bane ran away from home and with the stamina of a youth, kept running for a day and a night. He was found soon after by KaiLee and Dandy, who cared for his wounds and helped him recover his strength in a way which painfully reminded him of his parents' loving care before the accident. At first he tried to reject their kindness, half afraid that they would suddenly change like his father and mother did. But by the time he was healthy enough to move on, Bane had come to grow attached to them: not as parents exactly, but at least as older siblings. Then Pounce came to really take his mind off his troubles. He has been running with the band ever since. "Fun" Fact
In the dictionary, Bane has a negative meaning which usually is applied to the character himself. In this case, however, I wanted it to be applied to the character's past. So Bane's name means "hardship" and "cross to bear" but it refers to the emotional baggage he carries with him from his past. |
Kailee
Sex: ♀
Gender: Vixen Pronouns: She/her Orientation: Bi-Sexual Variety: Tiny tail, Custom facial markings Link to Original Name Meaning
Kai {Swahili for Lovable} and Lee {English for Meadow} Full Meaning: Lovable Meadow Personality
First and foremost, KaiLee is “free spirited” as she calls it. Dandy calls it “flighty”, “obnoxious”, and “stubbornly independent”. KaiLee prefers “free spirited”. She doesn’t like to be tied down unless it is her decision to be so. After this, KaiLee’s most prominent characteristic is her mothering nature. As she grew up in her family band, KaiLee was one of the main caretakers of her younger siblings. She was very good at it too because she had a knack of knowing what young kits needed. She knew what kind of games they liked to play too and because she was somewhat a kit at heart, KaiLee knew how to play with them. That is when we come to KaiLee’s final most obvious personality trait: KaiLee is a ton of fun! She loves to play, especially energetic games. She is very creative and imaginative and can come up with a random story on the spot for a game. Other than these obvious characteristics, KaiLee can also be stubborn, witty, determined, and loyal. Favorite Color
Pale but bright yellow. Likes
[flowers, kits, her real family, her surrogate family, Pounce, sunshine, fresh stream water, the smell of the plains] Dislikes [dark places, cold, rotten smells, being alone, spiders, rules, authority, snobs, heat lightning] Her mate is Rince
Rescuing Pounce
The whole event happened one afternoon while KaiLee was out scavenging and hunting for food. Dandy had thought their little band would have better luck if they split up and KaiLee didn’t see anything wrong with his suggestion. So now she was wandering a small copse of trees where she hoped small animals might be bolder about wandering away from their burrows in the thicker underbrush as opposed to the exposed grasslands where KaiLee’s band were currently residing. KaiLee hadn’t entered the woods for very long when she thought she heard a squeak. Eagerly she paused and sharpened her senses, hoping the squeak was from an unwary vole or mouse. However, what KaiLee first sensed was a smell that sent a chill down her spine: it was the smell of blood, fox blood. And it was nearby. KaiLee shuddered, immediately deciding that it would be best to leave, prey or no prey. She would have too, if her heightened sense of hearing hadn’t identified the origin of the squeaking. KaiLee could tell now that it was the distressed whimpers of an infantile kit, hungry for his mother’s milk. She had heard that sound plenty of times growing up with her large family. Only this time the whimpers were feint: the kit was becoming weak. KaiLee shook herself in momentary indecision: should she go after the kit when there was a potential fox killer present somewhere, maybe close by? Another outbreak of whimpers helped KaiLee decide she couldn’t turn away from a kit in need and she began following the sound. Not to her surprise, KaiLee found the smell of blood getting stronger as she padded closer to the sound of the kit’s cries. The smell was strong enough now that KaiLee could tell that the blood wasn’t as old as she originally thought it was, it could only have been shed but a day before at most. KaiLee paused as she realized this, letting her senses take in more of her surroundings, searching for the scent of the killer. All she could smell, though, was the scent of fox. KaiLee shuddered again and moved more quickly to the growing sounds of desperate kit. Finally, she arrived at what appeared to be a large tangle of vines behind which KaiLee knew there must be a den of some sort. Once she pushed aside the vines, KaiLee was faced with the entrance of a cave. It looked like the open mouth of some monstrous beast and the smell coming from it like rotten breath. Of the whole ordeal, KaiLee worst memory of it was stepping into the cloying darkness of that cave. She cautiously began making her way into the old den, unable to see much in the utter blackness. The kit, she could tell, was somewhere further into the den, possibly close the back of it. KaiLee almost groaned with the terror of having to make her way so far into this horrible place where the scent of blood was almost choking her. Suddenly, KaiLee tripped over something stiff and cold. She realized that it must be the dead fox she had been scenting. KaiLee yelped squeamishly and stumbled her way past the corpse, realizing with pitying revulsion that it must have been the mother due to the sour milk smell that also wafted through the cave. Having hastened to the back of the cave, KaiLee bent her nose very cautiously toward the increased wailings of the kit. Her nose now touched something soft and warm and a tiny nose gently touched hers. Instantly KaiLee’s fears and anxiety retreated; now she only wanted to get the kit safely from the cave. Gently KaiLee sniffed the infant over, looking for it’s neck fluff so as to carry it out. Once she found it, she gently lifted the kit off the ground and began carrying it cautiously out of the cave. KaiLee was prepared for contact with the dead body this time and she only flinched when her paws brushed it as she walked back out of the main cave and into the entrance tunnel. Quickly she jogged out of the depths of death and devastation and out into the living warmth of the woods. Still remembering that the fox killer could be nearby, KaiLee continued at a fast pace towards the edge of the woods. KaiLee felt calmer now that she was away from that horrible place and decided to stop, rest, and clean up. Gently placing the little bundle of fur down in the grass, KaiLee realized that it too needed to be cleaned. KaiLee began running her tongue over the young scrap’s fur, finding out that he was a boy. As she performed the calming motion of washing his fur, KaiLee wondered about him. She didn’t worry about what would happen to him because she already knew that she would raise him. She remembered how often she had helped her dam with raising her little siblings and felt pleasure at the idea of taking care of a kit again. Dandy might not like it, KaiLee knew, but he would get over it. After all, what else could they do with the little tyke? Finally both she and the kit were free of the stench of the death cave and KaiLee picked up her little bundle again and wandered off to find the others. Now, if only I knew what to name you? she wondered. Backstory
KaiLee was born in a litter of two, but her brother died before they could even open their eyes. As such, she does not remember him nor does she really think about him much. Hers was the first of a rather long succession of litters for a fox pair. The many kits that needed care forced KaiLee’s mother to enlist her aid in caring for them all. KaiLee willingly offered herself off as den mother while her little siblings grew up and actually enjoyed the challenge of keeping them occupied while her dam and sire were busy with necessary tasks such as hunting. In her turn, KaiLee was taught to hunt by her father, with whom she had a solid relationship. It wasn’t that they were cuddly and she would tell him all her secrets, but KaiLee has good memories of her father’s humorous comments about her or her siblings. She remembers his patience in teaching her proper hunting techniques and in general, KaiLee feels glad that he was her father. Once she learned how to hunt, she was now expected to help hunt for the whole family and while KaiLee understood why, she baulked at the task. She had always been a bit independent and her parents knew that there would be a day where KaiLee would be ready to break away from her family. Not long after she had learned how to successfully hunt on her own, that day came. While resigned, her parents understood KaiLee’s desire to see more of the world and live her own life, so while the goodbyes were reluctant and somewhat emotional, they were not shocked or angry. Her siblings had a harder time saying good-bye to “second-mum” as they had nicknamed her, but their whimpers of, “Why you gotta go?” would not change KaiLee’s resolve. She always loved her little siblings, but they could not keep her heart from leading her to new places and adventures. After breaking away from her family, KaiLee explored near Safe Haven and soon met up with Dandy. She hadn’t intended on joining up with any fox for sometime, but they happened to be heading in the same direction so KaiLee stayed. Plus, she didn’t like to admit it to herself, but she enjoyed the feeling of bossing another fox around and making sure they were alright. So KaiLee has been travelling with Dandy, and later Bane and Pounce, for a few months now. She sometimes wonders about her family and how they are doing, but it doesn’t really concern her on a day to day basis. |
Pounce
Sex: ♂
Gender: Todd Pronouns: He/him Orientation: Hard to Tell... Variety: Short tail, Tear/Eye dot/Custom facial markings, Teal blue eyes Link to Original Personality
When KaiLee first found him, Pounce was a rather sober infant. True, he could only just barely open his little tiny eyes, but still he was missing the curiosity and energy expected in young kits. In his defense, he was also rather malnourished after his mother had passed away since there weren't any really good substitutes for mother's milk. However, as time went by and he grew stronger, Pounce began to regain his natural effervescence of spirit, and quickly picked up KaiLee's love of life. His youthful energy would not allow him to be a mopey kit. Soon he was plaguing Dandy by knocking over his fresh pile of herbs or beetle shells he had collected because he was playing tag with KaiLee. Pounce is usually very easy-going, and never starts trouble with Dandy or KaiLee. With Bane, however, Pounce often can't resist the urge to argue and tease in a younger brother fashion. When this happens, the results tend to keep Dandy busy learning new ways to cure cuts, scratches and bruises. Pounce is rather resilient in battle and not easily conquered as Bane has come to learn and Dandy has come to resent somewhat. Favorite Color
The warm, reddish-brown of KaiLee's patches. Likes
[playing tag, eating meat like Bane does, wrestling with Bane, pestering Bane, seeing Dandy get all flustered over his spilled beetle shell collection, helping Dandy put his shells back in order, playing with KaiLee, curling up and feeling safe at night with his group all around him] Dislikes [loud noises, getting beaten by Bane, eating mush because he's too young to eat whole meat, not knowing what's going on, stink weed] How Pounce Earned His Name
It had only been a little over a month since KaiLee had rescued the little kit from the pit of devastation she’d found him in. Since then he had grown a bit, but not enough for KaiLee, and his lack of playfulness worried her as well. He had begun to be able to do more than roll and crawl around which was a success, but he didn’t seem interested in the games KaiLee tried to play with him. If she tossed a ball of rolled up grass at him, he would just look up at her with a comical expression of confusion. KaiLee sighed as she stared at the infant as he slept, curled up against her warm body. She felt again the warm sensation of happiness that she was his caretaker and at the same time the bite of apprehension that he would always be tainted by the darkness she had rescued him from. But she knew she shouldn’t despair. After all, he could just be a late bloomer. KaiLee shook her head to get rid of the doubts and curled herself tighter around the little bundle, letting herself fall into a peaceful sleep. She was awoken abruptly by a sharp sting on her nose. KaiLee jerked her head up, sneezing with surprise and blinking sleep quickly from her eyes. All she saw as she glanced blearily around was the young kit, staring up at her with an expression of innocent excitement. KaiLee forgot her discomfort in her surprise at the new expression of glee the youngster was wearing, his tail waving slightly in his joy. “What’s up?” she asked, her tail waving slightly in response to his delight. “I pounce!” was the happy squeak that replied to her. His communication was still rusty, but he had been learning the basics lately and KaiLee loved the challenge of trying to interpret his first attempts. This baffled her, though. “What?” she asked, her head tilted in her confusion. “I pounce!” was the slightly unintelligible answer. Then, to demonstrate, he scooted backward, a little wobbly, and crouched down. Next, he bunched up his little muscles and launched himself into the air. He couldn’t get enough umph to get him very far, but he was close enough already that he easily landed on KaiLee’s paws, crossed over each other as she was in the habit of doing when she slept. His tiny kit claws dug somewhat painfully into KaiLee’s fur and she realized what had woken her up. After this he looked up at her with a triumphant expression. “I pounce!” he declared proudly. KaiLee barked with delight, scaring the kit a little with the noise, but she then nuzzled him affectionately. She was so pleased that he had finally shown some gumption on his own. “Perfect!” she praised him, and then turned around, finding the ball of grass she had been trying to get him to chase earlier, “Now pounce on this!” It didn’t take long for the kit to begin pouncing on just about everything, announcing after each successful attempt, “I pounce!”. “Yes, you pounce!” KaiLee finally responded after the fifth time; she was a little exasperated. But then she got an idea. So far, the band had been calling their little bundle simply “Kit” or “the Kit”. But KaiLee had never intended that to be his name. Now she knew the perfect name for him, and he had really picked it out for himself. “Yes, you are Pounce.” KaiLee declared, tongue lolling out in her pleasure. The newly christened Pounce looked up at KaiLee in confusion. It took him a while to understand, but when he realized that he was to be named after his first great success, Pounce seemed very pleased. The name amused the others but no one objected and Pounce grew to be as boisterous as his name implied he would be. Backstory...?
Pounce does not remember much of his biological family. He has a vague idea of his mother's soft belly and warm milk. He remembers a gentle tongue, a sudden feeling of being torn away and the scent of blood. He doesn't remember his father at all. As for his true siblings, again his memories are vague: something about snuggling and warm bodies, a little bit of play fighting just before the separation. We really don't know what happened to his mother, exactly, only that she was probably murdered by another fox as there was no other animal smell in the area. Now Pounce jogs along with his current group and currently has not grown curious about his past even though KaiLee doesn't hide the fact that he is technically not her kit. He isn't quite ready yet to think about the frightening thought of what happened to his mother and continues to live the carefree life of a kit. |
Salene
Sex: ♀
Gender: Vixen Pronouns: She/her Orientation: Straight Variety: Relaxed ears, Short tail, Reversed blaze facial marking Link to Original Personality
Salene's natural spirit is gentle and caring. If she had been raised in a safer environment, she would certainly have been different. As it is, however, she has grown to be somewhat skittish, yet she forces herself to stand her ground. It is difficult to annoy her into anger, but true, cruel injustice of any kind will spark a lightning fast change in her from sweet and a little anxious to fierce as a leviathan and perhaps a little more deadly. With her brother she is much more relaxed as she feels safe with him nearby. She even has a lightly sarcastic humor that will peep out from her shy self every once in a while. Favorite Color
She loves the pink in Tobi's right eye. Likes
[Running, quiet, peace, kits, Tobi, Todd, Tundra, their kits, berries, snow, friends, family] Dislikes [violence, death, remembering, walking slowly, being patient, loud noises, hostility, fish (its funny 'cause Tobi loves fish! XD I'm hilarious..! no? Oh well...)] Her mate is Tobi.
She has a living brother, Todd (Not Mine).
Backstory
Once upon a time, in the Mistlyn clan, Salene's parents were living a happy life as a part of the clan. They were a good couple, loyal to the clan, and honest to a fatal fault. They had had two litters and were expecting a third when Salene's father stumbled upon the plot of one of his clan-mates to overthrow the leader of the clan and take over. Of course the loyal todd immediately reported the affair to the leader and the criminal was thrown out. However, that was not the last of him. Not long after his banishment, Salene's older siblings began being killed off in a brutal manner. The source of the murders was not discovered until it was too late for them to be stopped. At the site of the last of their kits' murder was found some fur, left intentionally as a token from the vengeful traitor. It was a promise that he would not rest until the whole family was destroyed for taking away his opportunity to rule. Salene's parents were heart-broken but filled with a determination that their last litter should survive. With heavy hearts, they requested permission from their leader to leave the clan which was granted to them along with the promise to accept them back and/or their kits should they ever return. The couple headed out to travel constantly and secretly in order to keep the murderer off their trail as they bore and raised their last litter of two: Todd and Salene. While in the clan, Salene's parents had been guards, and they knew very well how to defend themselves. As soon as they were old enough to toddle, Salene's parents began to pass on these skills along with new ones onto their offspring. You would think that this would be a cruel life to live for a couple of kits, but still being the loving parents they were, Salene's parents made the training into a game. Salene learned primarily from her father who conscentrated on her strengths. He taught her to be lightning fast and accurate. He taught her never to hesitate, all the while acting as if it were a game he were trying to teach her how to play. Salene thought that was all it was, too: just a game. Fast forward to when Salene and her brother, Todd, were nearly young adults. They had grown strong, fast, and had been taught to work as a deadly team. They had just brought down a thornbuck which, unbeknownst to them, should have taken a team of three or four foxes to bring down. They had dispatched as they had any other target: as a team, playing the game. They had just about dragged it back to the spot they had been living in the past couple days when Todd called for a hault. Ahead were the twisted remains of Todd and Salene's parents and over them was crouched what seemed to be a creature that had long since lost his identity as a fox. It was a terrifying beast and it told them their history, revealing his cruelty not only to their parents but to the siblings they had never known about till now. Too shocked with the horror and cruelty of it all, the two could not take in everything that was being said. All they knew was that this monster had murdered their parents and that he was the true opponent which their parents had been preparing for them to face all these years. It took their greatest efforts and every last bit of training their parents had given them, but the two were just able to finish off the creature. With several wounds but still alive, the litter-mates mourned: the loss of their parents and their innocence. They could never live the happy life they had been living for they had killed the murderer of their whole family and they were now alone. After recovering from their wounds, the two wandered aimlessly for a while but eventually began to recover somewhat from the ordeal. They were far more serious and Salene could never recover her gentle confidence, but she lives happily enough, her brother by her side and supported by her mate, Tobi. |
rince
Sex: ♂
Gender: Todd Pronouns: He/him Orientation: Bi-Sexual Variety: Long tail, Tear facial markings Link to Original Personality
Very charming and suave, Rince is the stereo typical jock, loving to show off his muscles and his beautiful fur. However, behind this bravado, he can be compassionate and selfless and he has a deep love of family and especially kits. This along with his chivalrous actions and smart alec humor makes him irresistible no matter the pranks or his amusing vanity. Favorite Color
The green in his ear band. It reminds him of his mother's eyes. Likes
[Meat, berries, snow, sun, fighting, hunting, getting complimented, showing off, his head band] Dislikes [Violence, insults, hostility and tension, fish and fishing, losing a fight, giving up, selfishness, pride] Backstory
His parents were well known in the Dell Haven clan as being quirky but capable. They were well liked by the leader and when they came with their request to be allowed to leave Dell Haven for a time to explore and raise their soon-to-be-born kit in a more diverse environment than within the clan, the leader could not deny them their request even though they thought the odd couple's idea was rather strange and they would be missed for the interesting ideas they brought to the clan. Rince's parents promised that one day either they or their kit would return, hopefully the wiser for the travelling. So Rince was brought up in the wild by two very interesting though loving foxes. He was a bit spoiled and grew up thinking he was the coolest thing since the clans were established, but he was also taught kindness and self-sacrifice. When he had grown old enough to strike out on his own, he accepted his parents' request that he return to Dell Haven. They felt they were too old to return to clan life and besides, there was so much more to discover in the free world. As a token to remember them by and as a reminder that he was special, his mother gave him her ear band with a feather sewn into it. He wears it proudly, never to forget his loving parents who had raised him so well. So now Rince is heading to the clan his parents came from with high hopes that he will be accepted back with paws wide open. | Design © SnowStar of CS | Character © PixieStoryteller (me!) |
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cane
Sex: ♂
Gender: Todd Pronouns: He/him Orientation: Was straight when he was alive... I would say asexual now. Variety: Custom tail, Custom facial markings, Eye glow, Custom short and ripped ears, Custom lines, Neither dead or alive, Sterile, Unable to breed Link to Original Interesting Fact
Cane was supposed to apprentice a young DVF to train to be a ruthless power for good, but I was never able to find someone to be his apprentice... -shrugs- Ah well... Backstory Pt 1 - The Tribe
In the age before this one, before the clans formed, there was only one Tribe. This tribe held all foxes; no other groups were allowed to form. We were a strong, proud, and efficient tribe. Any resistance was met with instant and fatal retribution. There could only be One. This Tribe was led by its strongest and proudest: the council of leaders. There was a council made up of ten foxes who had proven themselves the most clever, strong and worthy to lead. Always, the council had ten members. It was believed that should one or even two become corrupted, then the rest could restore balance and peace. But no one anticipated all ten becoming corrupted... Backstory Pt 2 - The Trials
Now, as you might have expected, we had a rite of passage for all young foxes entering adulthood. This rite was called The Trials. The Trials were held in a deep depression in the earth which legend told was scooped out by our giant ancestors. This was called the Pit of Trials. Originally, The Trials were simply a show of strength, courage, and cleverness to prove your worthiness of becoming a full adult member of the Tribe. They could be difficult or simply ceremonial as the whim of the leaders of the time mandated. Backstory Pt 3 - Cane's Trial
My sister and I were born in a different era. An era of fear and sudden disappearances... However, growing up, the fear and deaths were a part of our daily lives. Knowing nothing different, we were able to be relatively happy. My sister was the clever one. She was always finding new ways to go about her tasks. I was a little jealous of her, as my skills had more to do with muscle and boldness. For some reason, the leaders didn't like her all that much, though... Then our trials came. The rules had always been simple: do as your leader tells you. We, about ten young foxes total, padded our way into the depths of the Pit of Trials. Some of us were nervous: it was tradition for a few foxes never to return alive from The Trials. But I was excited, ready to prove at any cost that I was worthy. Though not as clever as Ableyenna, my sister, I was easily considered the greatest warrior of the teens entering The Trials that season. We faced the opponents assigned to us. I turned to face my sister. Then we listened to our instructions. Mine were simple: "Kill her." This did not come as a surprise to me, it was rather common to have a fight to the death in The Trials. Perhaps you will hate me when I tell you I greatly anticipated the challenge. But I had figured our chances were pretty evenly matched and it was a possibility we had both prepared for. "Ready, brother?" Ableyenna asked, grinning confidently. In response, I attacked. Unfortunately, I was no match for her skills. She knew me far to well and I was stuck in my usual straightforward strategy. She pinned me to the earth with ease... And then she waited. No, she gloated! I glared up at her, and she grinned down at me in the most infuriating way. Mentally I was snarling at her to finish it, like a noble warrior. But she did not. It never occurred to me how unusual it was for Ableyenna to hold back, ever. Instead, I lost patience. "You took too long enjoying your victory, sister." I snarled. I craned my neck forward powerfully and sunk my fangs into her throat. I then simply twisted my own neck to the side, both throwing her off of me and tearing her flesh. Trust me when I tell you that my strength was never one to be trifled with. I felt and tasted her blood as I stood, victorious! I looked down, down into her eyes which shall haunt my soul longer than I shall haunt the earth. "We were... supposed to..." she struggled with speech, her words gargled with her own blood, "Disarm... only... disarm..." And the light went out of her eyes. It was then that I understood what she was saying. What's more, I understood what had happened. I had wondered why her leader seemed to be giving her further instructions. I had resented it then, as I had resented the fact that she was cleverer than I was, thinking she was being given the advantage over me. Now I understood that her leader must have been instructing, insisting, that she must only disarm me, pin me to the ground. Perhaps he had even instructed her how to do this so that I would have my head free, free to deal the death blow she had never been expecting. Now I understood: the leaders wanted her dead because she was clever. And now the revelations poured into my consciousness: the disappearances were generally of those who were becoming too smart to keep around. Only the strongest were surviving the trials; the strongest, not the smartest. The leaders were annihilating any resistance to their regime. And I had been used to kill my sister, who was a threat to their rule... I cannot describe to you what happened then for I was still drowning in my sister's eyes, reflecting pain, despair and betrayal. And reflecting me: standing with her life blood still dripping from my jaws. Backstory Pt 4 - A Witness' Tale
I cannot tell you what happened next in my own words, for my memory will take me only to the moment that I needlessly murdered my sister. The rest is too painful for me to recall. However, I was present when a witness explained to my future mate- yes, I shall tell you about her in a bit- but he explained to her what he saw and heard. He had been a guard, set at the entrance to the pit to ensure no cowards escaped alive from the trials. He heard whimpers, barks, death cries, but at first they were no more than the usual Trials cacophony. "Then," he said to my mate in a voice that echoed with his original awestruck terror, "the noises changed... "There were... Screams," he seemed to stumble for the right words to describe the horrors he heard, "yeah, but they weren't no ordinary fox yelps; only from one fox as far as I could hear. I don't know what kind of pain to rip that kind of noise out of any living creature... "And then there was..." his voice faded and I could almost hear him shudder. I shuddered too, as if listening to a tale about a different fox. "Then there was death," he said, in a voice so quiet I could barely understand him, "that's all I can describe it as. The noises that came from that pit were like those of demons being tortured by some ancient supernatural being. And the smell... So much blood smell, so much death..." He didn't speak again until my mate urged him to tell her what happened next. "I ran!" he had snapped at her and for a moment I thought he had turned hostile, but I settled down as I realized that he was caught up again with the fear he had felt, "I ran, but I did look back..." The was a brief silence. "I ain't never gonna forget it," he murmured, sounding lost in the memory, "a fox, fur dripping with blood, plastered down with it, looking as if it walked on dead paws. "I was certain it weren't no real fox," the todd continued, terror choking his voice again, "I don't know what it was, but no real, living fox could have killed like that!" My mate helped the old todd calm down and gave him something to eat before sending him on his way. I pretended I had been asleep and my mate never mentioned the incident to me or questioned me. Nonetheless, I still remember it, still remember the feeling of cold entering my bones as I realized that it must have been I who was the unnatural fox that stumbled from the depths of the pit, the only one to return alive. Backstory Pt 5 - The Passing of Cane
But first you shall know what happened after I returned from the pit. I'll be honest, my memory on how I physically escaped that wretched place is as blank as my memory of the massacre I committed within it. My memory returns when I awoke in the old healer's den, the ancient vixen scrutinizing me with an odd, suspicious, thoughtful look. I was told that I was found nearly dead from multiple near fatal wounds and that I was lucky to be alive. For a longer time than you would think, I could not remember what had happened at all. All that I knew was what I had been told: something went wrong at the trials, the Tribe had disbanded and I was alone in the world except for two others of my fellow tribe members. One was the old vixen who bandaged my wounds and helped me to heal. She soon left once I was fully recovered. The other was a much younger vixen. She had been a friend, a little older than I as she had gone through the trials herself already. She, despite the ominous condition she found me in, remained by my side throughout my recovery, helping all she could. She also stayed with me after my recovery and eventually she became my mate. She was the love of my life and together we had many kits, none of whom inherited my distinctive features. I suppose my sister and I were to be the last foxes to have the long tail and the small ears. It is a shame... However, in many ways my life was a very good one. Not much happened to my mate and I. But I was always restless. I always felt as though I were being watched by malicious eyes. I was right... Well, over time I grew old, as did my mate. We both lived to a fairly old age and in fact, my death came at the proper time that it should have. I was lying in my den, ready for death to come, but not expecting the form which it took. Suddenly, I was surrounded by grotesque shapes: snarling, ancient creatures; the rotting corpses of the leaders whom I righteously slaughtered years ago. They hovered there, looking down on my old body, the menace in their eyes the only thing giving them life, a life that continued on for hatred's sake alone. For a moment they just... hovered. And then they attacked. I will not tell you what kinds of mutilations they inflicted upon my body for no fox ever saw it. My mate returned to find smears of blood marking a path that trailed off, but heading towards the pit where it had all started. |
Tobias
Sex: ♂
Gender: Todd Pronouns: He/him Orientation: Straight Variety: Relaxed ears, Medium tail, Irregular / reverse blaze facial markings, Heterochromia, Halter accessory Link to Original Nick Name
Tobi Personality
First I shall state the obvious by clarifying a few things about Tobi which you could probably tell simply from reading his monologue up there. Tobi is a quiet fox; he wasn't kidding when he said he probably wouldn't talk in such quantity again. His tendency is to speak a few poignant words that get the point across as opposed to long descriptions and wordy explanations. He also has quite the collection of expressions which generally convey his opinions in any given situation. Tobi's lack of extra fur has never really been an issue for him. It irk's him to be distinctive in his clan since he'd rather fade into the background, but no one really cared about it. Now it will help him blend in with the foxes living with the main clans. It turned out the best for everyone, I guess. Officially, Tobi is the least outwardly aggressive fox you'll ever meet. That does not make him meek, or humble. While he does not talk about his own achievements, he inwardly gloats over his successes and talents and laughs at others' mistakes, all the while showing a sober face. Maybe there'll be a twinkle in his eye occasionally to indicate his amusement, but he generally keeps his disdain for other's mistakes to himself. He also doesn't back down from a fight, but will usually confuse his opponent out of physically attacking all the while insulting their intelligence. This occasionally just makes the situation worse, so Tobi sometimes has to show physical violence as well. He's really not a bad wrestler despite his desire to avoid it at all costs. In case you couldn't tell, Tobi adores his family. Despite not being the oldest, he always took personal responsibility for their care and safety. One of the main reasons he loves fishing is because he can provide for his family. And during the war, he felt personally responsible for all that happened to them. He didn't tell you that his older sister died due to an untreated, infected wound. He knows that he shouldn't feel guilty, but he always will, always going through the list of ways he could have saved her. When his father died not long after, Tobi took it upon himself to take his father's place, hoping this would make up for not being able to save him either. "...clever with my words..." should be translated as: "I was a smart-alec." As I said before, Tobi isn't one to simply give in. He usually bites back with a couple very stinging words and then walks away. His brother soon learned that the outcome was better if he just left Tobi alone. I think Tobi summed up his opinions on war and unnecessary violence very well all by himself. It might be interesting to note that Tobi used to be a scout for his clan. He felt it was the least violent rank he could obtain. Ambition has never been a vice for him so once he obtained his adult rank, he no longer strived to better himself but served his clan obediently. He was a very loyal clan member, almost always obeying orders except when he determined that they were completely unfair, especially to someone else. Likes
[Fish, spring scent, play wrestling, storm winds, quiet] Dislikes [Hunting on land, hail, water past his belly, strong river currents, real fighting] Tobi's mate is Salene
Tobi had friends from his backstory still living (though his is not aware of it).
Cherokee Tobi and Cherokee took some time to become friends. Cherokee was always ready to fight for her clan and Tobi was always against fighting, so the two didn't get along until they both experienced loss. They found they had something in common there and it helped that Cherokee was so entirely dedicated to her clan. Tobi couldn't help but admire her loyalty and feel sorry that their new alpha treated her with so little respect. While she was still unwilling to make him her full confidant, the two fell into talking about the unfairness of the new leader and became more comfortable with each other's presence. Now Tobi tends to know when Cherokee is upset and does his best to surreptitiously get into a position where she can vent to him without others listening in. Arsen Tobi and Arsen have been best buds since kits. They both had a sentimental side and enjoyed quieter pursuits than most of the other kits their age. Tobi always looked out for Arsen during the war and their friendship continued to solidify. Tobi very much misses Arsen and hopes that he got through the move alright. The Halter
I feel it is important to make note of Tobi's halter. You may have noticed its simple but practical design. In Tobi's original clan, halters were made for every kit that is born. They are a sign of status in the clan: the more respect your parents have in the clan, the more distinguished the materials they are given to work with for their kits' halters. Obviously, Tobi's parents were not held in so high a light, but that didn't matter much to Tobi. His loyalty to his family has always been strong and intense and in a way, he feels immeasurable pride in the simple halter which his sire and dam crafted for him. It may have humble materials, but Tobi knows that in its every stitch is sewn love and hope for his happiness and strength and future. It shall be his most treasured possession as he travels without them. He carries it as a reminder that they may still be out there and that he is still a part of their family. Occasionally, when no one is looking and when he is feeling particularly down, Tobi will rub his face against something to feel more distinctly the soft leather against his skin. He feels closer to his family, especially his mother, when he does this. Backstory Pt 1 - Tobi's Own Memories
I was born the last of a litter of three healthy kits to a sire and dam who loved us very much despite the handful we could be. I was different, in both looks and behavior. I was born without a mane, without any extra fur anywhere, actually. This wasn't too big of a deal to my clan as it was not unheard of, but it was strange for my family, since my parents and their parents and several generations before had all had some form of extra fur somewhere. But I did not and to this day I am still unsure as to whether this makes me feel unique or odd. But as I said, where my personality is concerned, I was also singled out from my litter mates. My brother and sister were always quite a bit more rambunctious than myself, but I had my own quiet way of causing a stir. I never felt the need to put myself forward as they always seemed to. I had the pleasure of being mother's favorite... At first. Then my sister was born in my parents' second, but final litter. I conceded my mother's attention without qualm: no one could resist the little dear, even myself. To me, her name became simply "kit" and I am ashamed to say that I cannot remember her true name anymore... But anyway, I quickly became her favorite playmate and therefore her favorite brother. She and I were very similar: quiet, yet we enjoyed our own, gentler amusements. We were practically inseparable; our mother always called us her lovelies. Ah... My mother... I think that besides my sister, I miss her the most. She was the most gentle spirited fox I ever met while I was still with my clan mates. She was the one who named me, both my full name and my preferred name, Tobi. She shall always have a very special place in my heart. However, my longing for my mother's love does not make me a frightened, sniveling little kit that lost his dam. Dare to insult me for my attachment to my family and I may tear your throat out. Then again, maybe not. I never really was the aggressive one after all. I prefer quieter methods of retribution; I was always considered very clever with my words. In defense of those I love, though, I have been known to lose control of the outward quiet seriousness which seems to shroud my inner essence. I do not like violence, but I can and will use it in order to protect my loved ones. I hated the war. It was a waste of time and a waste of lives and just that: a waste. It wasn't necessary either; I know that it could have been avoided if both sides had been willing to carry out war with words instead of tooth and claw. I hated it, but that doesn't mean I didn't fight in it. I lost my older sister to that war and my father. There was only my brother, my little sister and my mother left when all was fought and done. Backstory Pt 2 - Leaving Home
The clouds were growing heavy and dark with storms, but they hadn't broke yet. It felt to Tobi as if they were pregnant with the tension that seemed to buzz through the whole clan. The leaders couldn't help showing how ruffled they were at the hasty retreat they had to make. Even the scout leader and Tobi's friend, Cherokee, was snappy instead of simply her usual brisk, professional self; he would leave her alone for now and maybe later she would be ready to talk about it. The todd couldn't bring himself to feel any disdain; who could keep a cool collected appearance when they were leaving land that had served them well for generations of foxes? Tobi certainly didn't think he could. "Tobi!" a voice yelped, without any real enthusiasm but with urgency, "Tobi! Ma says its time to go!" The young todd's ears and eyes flicked back, briefly breaking his concentration on the whirling storm clouds; the wind was beginning to pick up now. Not long ago, Tobi would have leaned forward, embracing the forces of nature seeming to course through his soul as well as his fur. But today... Today the excess energy only added to the knot twisting in his stomach. They were leaving; now. There was no more time. Here he had come to know what clan life was like, how to catch fish, how to sustain his family. Here he had come to love the woods and the fields and the rivers. He had splashed in streams and had wrestled with his siblings and his parents on the dewy grass. Here he had lived a happy life. And it was this place that had shredded those happy times like teeth shredding prey flesh. The war... The war had ended everything. "Coming, Kit!" Tobi called behind him, but he didn't move. Kit seemed to understand and ran back to her other brother and mother, the only ones to survive the war. He had failed the others. Tobi felt remorse roil through his belly like the clouds did in the sky above; it was all his fault. If only he had been fighting near them! He could have killed off the opponent before they could have given her the fatal wound. And why hadn't he checked up on her after the battle? Everyone was wounded, so obviously she would have been too. He should have pulled a healer to come and see to her straight away, before the infection had settled in... sealing her fate. And what was he doing, leaving his father to fight alone..? Tobi shook his head, trying to rid himself of the cruel circle of thoughts that had been eating away at his confidence for weeks now. If he let them, they would surely tear his soul to pieces, throwing him into utter despair. He didn't have time for that, not when his had living family who needed him now. The past was long gone and the present required his attention. Now. Tobi turned away, preparing to head down the hill on which he had played many times. He tried to walk defiantly away, his head held high. But he couldn't stop himself from looking back just one more time. Tobi looked for the last time over the territory that had been his home since kithood. His eyes glistened with the memories, regrets, fears, guilt. He would never see this place again and what was worse than the parting itself... was that he wasn't sure if he was really sorry or not... "Good-bye..." he murmured. He then stiffened his back as he ripped his gaze away and trotted quickly to his little family who were joining the clan as they began drifting away to lands unknown. Backstory Pt 3 - Day of Separation
"Tobi, would you find you sister?" his mother requested, "We'll be moving soon and I'd rather she stayed close." The todd she addressed got up slowly, stretching as he did, and dipped his head obediently. He couldn't blame her for being nervous that Kit had gone out of eye-sight. These days, foxes just seemed to disappear the moment you blinked. They had just lost another scout, Up, last night. No noise, no warning at all; just gone. Tobi shuddered and headed off on his mission more quickly, suddenly worried. He sloshed along on the muddy edge of the ravine, glancing down at the frisky stream that flowed down below. It had swollen slightly now that the storms had passed, but Tobi was surprised at how small it still was. He could have sworn it had been bigger when they had been further upstream. He was distracted from his puzzling all of the sudden by a voice that granted him the utmost relief. "What're you doin' here, Tobi?" asked Kit. Tobi's head jerked up, and his tail began wagging as he looked on his sister who also was padding along the edge of the ravine the clan had been travelling by for some time now. She had her head cocked with curiosity and her eyes gleamed with a twinkle of irresistible fun and mischief. "Oooh..." he began casually, "I was... just lookin' for a morning snack." And he pounced, letting out some of the tension that had been winding up inside of him from the worries he had been thinking about that morning. But Kit was too quick for him and leaped away with a grace and agility that reminded Tobi that she wasn't so little as she used to be. But that didn't stop them from enjoying the romp. Tobi immediately gave chase, though he was never good at tag. Kit quickly outstripped him, diving into the ravine, jumping easily from rock to rock on her way down. Tobi was not nearly as graceful and all but fell into an undignified tumble a few times. "Hey!" he growled, half amused and half annoyed, "Get back here!" "Tobi!" a different voice, his mother's, cut through the game with a terrified urgency that chilled Tobi's blood instantly. In that same moment, he realized there was another sound that had been building, but he had been too busy with the chase to notice it. It was a sloshing, rumbling, roaring sound from somewhere behind him. Ahead, Kit whipped around to see what was happening and froze, her ears suddenly pinned back and her body seeming to shrink in her sudden apprehension. Tobi turned to face whatever the danger was, the roaring now deafening him. The water he thought should have been in the ravine had arrived: a wall of rushing, foaming, fierce waves were already almost on top of him, charging like a spooked herd of thornbuck. Tobi only just had time to register the deluge before it hit him with the force of a collapsing cliff. It was almost too instantaneous for him to feel it. Suddenly Tobi was fighting for his life with an opponent whose ferocious attacks eclipsed anything any fox had ever given him on the battle field. The currents tore at his fur and flesh as no claws or teeth ever had before. Tobi couldn't even tell where air could be found; all that he could pull into his lungs was water. Then just as suddenly as he had been engulfed in the flood, his head suddenly burst above the surface for a brief, life-giving moment. He coughed and spluttered and just got in a breath before being dragged back under. But now he was fighting back; he had to use all the skills he had been trained to use in battle, kicking and clawing his way back to the surface. Just earning the right to get his head above the water again used up almost all of his energy and the rest he used in staying that way. Within moments he knew that he couldn't last that way. He had to find land or he would be drowned simply because he was too tired to stay afloat. He was almost killed by his saving grace: something suddenly smashed into the back of his head and the disorientation nearly sent him into the whirling depths, never to return. But some instinct made Tobi lunge after the offending object and latch on with his teeth. It was something woody, probably a large branch or log even. For a few moments it was all Tobi could do just to hold on. But he finally pulled together the last of his energy reserves to haul himself up onto the crude raft, draping his body over it like some weird, living ornament. Even now that he had gained some unstable safety, Tobi doubted that he would survive. He almost felt he might just die of exhaustion and he was so chilled that he couldn't feel what kind of injuries the floodwaters had inflicted upon him. But before he closed his eyes in order to give into the hungry void that edged his vision, Tobi glanced around him at the now huge, raging river that had swiftly carried him away. We were... just playing a game... he thought despairingly, his eye lids closing whether he wanted them to or not. That's when it hit him, finishing his resolve to live: Kit had been taken by the flood too. And there was no way her frail little body could have survived... Backstory Pt 4 - First Steps Toward Recovery
Pound..! Pound, pound! Pound..! Pound, pound, pound, pound! Pounding... The relentless feeling of being pummeled by... by what? It was his first conscious thought: What is hitting me? The answer was immediate and terrifying. Water! With a rush the memories began whirling around him in a panic. The flood seemed to have taken back his body to play with it again in its fatal game. But this time, instead of tearing its way into his lungs, the water seemed to be clawing its way out! Tobi found himself coughing and spluttering, his claws scrabbling on course dirt and rocks and grass. He was still not fully conscious yet or else he would have realized that grass doesn't grow in water... He continued his struggle for only a few moments before exhaustion forced his limbs to slow down. Tobi could hear voices now: a soft vixen's murmur and that of a young todd. "m-mother..?" Tobi barely choked out. The voices paused and in that pause Tobi remembered that his mother hadn't been carried miles away down the river. That couldn't be her. The only other being who had met his own terrible fate was... "Kit!" Tobi rasped out as the word tore at his chest and his heart. "A kit? What kit?" the female's words were momentarily understandable as Tobi's horror froze his thoughts for a few seconds. The female gasped. "Do you think he was saving his kit in that flood Todd?" she asked anxiously, "Oh dear..." As her words trailed off, so did Tobi's thoughts. Kit... was dead. There was no way for her to survive... There was no reason to be alive... Tobi sank under the weight of his misery into the blackness brought on by despair and unconsciousness. Slowly... The murmur of words penetrated Tobi's sleep... He didn't know what they were saying yet, only that there was some reason why he must not wake up. It wasn't because of something silly, either, like if he woke he'd have to go on a scouting mission. No, this was because of something serious... He remembered the last time he had felt this way... A shot of emotional agony ran through him at the memory of the morning after the burial of his father's and sister's bodies. It was followed then by a roll of pain as he was forced to recall why he was so miserable: the flood, the separation. He wouldn't recall further though... not yet. A light moan drifted up from what felt like every part of his body. Tobi realized the voices had paused at the sound. Then they started up again, this time coming closer, where Tobi could hear them. "Do you think he's awake, Todd? Do you?" It was the vixen's gentle murmur, laced with worry, "I think his breathing has gotten faster. I'm pretty sure he's awake. Should I get him some water, do you think? or food? He's got to be hungry. Do you...?" Her chatter, though constant, held none of the loudness or sharpness that most foxes have who tend to talk a lot. Instead it held a gentle ebb and flow similar, to Tobi's mind at least, to the tide of the sea. Always it would flow back and forth and never stop but it was a soothing, rhythmic sound. Nonetheless, the male fox, Todd, as the vixen had called him, interrupted the tide of her words with a gently chiding, slightly irritated yet kindly baritone. "Salene..." he said in a would-be-calm voice, "I have told you many... Many times now, that he needs rest." "Yes," the vixen, Salene as Tobi supposed, replied, "but how much rest? He's been resting quite sometime. Don't you think he should be waking up soon? "And anyway," she continued before the todd could interrupted, "I was sure I heard something from him a moment ago." As she was half scolding her brother, Tobi began attempting to open his eyes in order to see his distracting caretakers. It wasn't an easy task, though, since both sleep and river grim crusted the lids. For a second, the todd tried to raise his paw to brush off the uncomfortable stuff. Unfortunately, every inch of his legs was stiff from both the river's attack and a long lasting sleep. He had to make due with rapidly blinking his eyes and his vision did not fully clear for another few minutes. However, he got a hazy view of the two foxes who were arguing about him. The vixen, Salene, was bending her head towards him, her ears quirked in a curious, concerned manner. Her eyes were slightly narrowed in her efforts to analyze the state of her patient. Behind her stood a todd, whose name was apparently Todd; he was also looking at Tobi, but he seemed less anxious than his companion, but gazed at Tobi with the look Tobi associated with the clan healer, checking on a patient. Backstory Pt 5 - Hasty Wrap Up
Tobi recovered slowly, and then announced that he was taking off to go find his clan and what remained of his family. Salene and Todd agreed to travel with him, Salene becoming especially fond of her patient. Over time, Todd separated to start a family with his mate, but Tobi and Salene kept searching for a while longer. Being unsuccessful at finding any of his remaining clan, Tobi would have despaired if it were not for his loyal travelling companion. He finally saw how incredibly lucky he was to have Salene with him and shyly asked if they could be mates. Salene had, of course, already dedicated her life to him and agreed on the spot. They are a very happy couple. |
Kitten
Sex: ♀
Gender: Vixen Pronouns: She/her Orientation: Lesbian Variety: Long tail, Half-moon facial markings, Custom kitty collar Link to Original Personality
Oh the sass, Kitten is a regular whip with words. She has been know to silence even the cockiest males with a word and a single sultry glance in their direction. You could probably guess that, but Kitten (or Kit as she prefers) won't let other people boss her around, especially todds. Her mother taught her that if she couldn't take care of herself, she wasn't really a fox. Kit is brutally honest but in a frank way that doesn't really leave room for offense. Believe it or not, Kit hasn't really caused an uproar with her words, even if she is telling someone their worst fault. She's just... honest. Kitten can wait. She knows that all the best things are worth waiting for, so she does not rush anything (her mother says that its lazyness more than patience, but Kit doesn't like that word and its not... entirely true). Probably because she was a mommy's girl, Kitten will always take a female's advice seriously while she may doubt about a todd's. Kit is extremely social. She likes to participate in conversation, both listening and contributing, and she just likes the feeling of being surrounded by others, especially those she trusts. She will be joining a clan asap. As you might have guessed with her wit and social tendencies, Kitten likes to talk. Yeah, she listens too, but only in order to figure out where she can join in with the conversation and to give others a chance to fuel it. She hates talking over other people, though, so she does wait her turn. She also hates being talked over; its probably her biggest turn off. She is mature because she is definitely not a kit in an adult's body. She doesn't like playing all that much. Nor does she participate in conversation that is vulgar or childish. She does, however, have moments where she whines or complains childishly or she takes offense for no apparent reason. For the most part, though, she is fairly self-controlled. Kitten is actually a fairly easy-to-get-along-with fox, but there are moments every once in a while where she suddenly flies into a temper for no apparent reason or bursts into a gleeful romp simply because the sun is shining. These outbursts are often followed by extreme embarrassment because Kit prides herself on her steadiness of character. Favorite Memory
Kit will always remember the day her mother gave her the collar she wears. Her mother had the strange tradition of celebrating the day of her birth. Of course, because Delta Velorum Foxes do not keep a record of the days of the year, this was a very vague day. There would just be one day during the fall time that her mother would surprise her with a gift. This year was probably the last one that Kitten could say she was really a Kit, but it stuck with her forever afterwards. Her mother called her to herself, saying that it was her birthday! While Kit was pleased that it was today that she would receive a special little gift from mother, she was utterly taken aback by the surprise her mother had for her. It was the beautiful collar! With an extra special bell attached to it. Kitten will forever have stuck in her mind the pretty collar lying in the grass with the sunlight sparkling off it. And more importantly, the moment where her mother nuzzled her. "I just wanted to make sure you knew how special you were to me." the older vixen murmured. Kit looked up into her mother's eyes, reflecting the mutual love she felt for her mother. "I know," she said, "I hope you know how special you are to me too." With that and an understanding look, her mother helped Kitten put on the collar which she never took off afterward. |
guilded
Sex: ♂
Gender: Todd Pronouns: He/him Orientation: Gay Variety: Long tail, Dipped-tear facial marking, Heterochromia Link to Original Personality
It is difficult to guess how Guilded is feeling one moment to the next. He'll smile at you in the morning, remain silent all day and suddenly burst into melo dramatic poetry the next. Perhaps the reason why Guilded's mood is unpredictable is because he never lets you in on what he is thinking. Its not to say that he dislikes people, he just forgets that their world is not as centered around him and his thoughts as his is. Guilded has always had to deal with his vain sounding name. As such, he is rather easily offended when it comes to jokes about his appearance. He also knows that his preferences of conversation are not all that popular, and he feels rather embarrassed when he realizes that he is the only one paying attention to what he is talking about. Likes
[Poetry, walking, hunting, silence] Dislikes [Being interrupted, being made fun of] Goal
Guilded feels drawn towards the mountains in the hopes of finding this legendary clan and proving himself worthy to them. He wanders through the wilderness and dreams of having even the humblest of ranks. Whether he can even find them before his artistic idiosyncrasies cause his death is as much a mystery as his moods. Guilded has a sister whom he cares very much about, Hiro (Not Mine).
He was raised alongside his sister in a loner band consisting entirely of his parents and sibling. Guilded's parents raised their kits with love, however they were a little bit strange. They would go on and on about this mysterious group of foxes, a whole clan, that lived in a hidden valley. Hiro never really paid much attention, but Guilded's fantasy was drawn by the mystery of thise foxes and their life style. When he and his sister were old enough to travel, he assured his parents privately that he would eventually go in search of the whispered Void Clan.
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