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Username: Malik Al-Sayf
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Barn Name: Flume
Gender: Stallion
Height: 17 hh

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Common names:
Elemental Owl/Dodds Owl/Magic Owl/Elemental Screech Owl

Scientific name:
Tyto elemento

Classification:
Animalia, Chordata, Aves, Strigomorhpae. Strigoformes, Tytonidae, Tytoninae, Tyto, T. elemento

Description of appearance:
Like any member of the Tyto genus, the most striking feature is the divided, heart-shape face. They have the classic proportions as well, with the body being roughly two ‘head lengths’ long. The eyes are also typical of nocturnal owls, mainly being dark in colour. But the feather can be any colours whatsoever, as long as it's based around their elements (see below for possible elements).

Weight:
Females = 700 – 1000 grams. Males = 500 – 800 grams

Length:
28-43 cm for both genders

Wingspan:
70-130 cm for both genders

Longevity:
In the wild, specimens live to an average of 15 years (the oldest recorded was an electric specimen tagged ‘EO153’ from Russia, who lived to 23 years). In captivity, however, it is estimated that the average lifespan may be increased to 50 years.

Magical Abilities:
There are Seven 'Pure' elements that Elemental Owls. These elements are Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Electricity, Light and Dark. So co-dominances can occur, leading to more unusual elements (e.g. Ice)

What is an Icicle Bat?

Icicle Bats are a canine/feline species that live primarily in cold areas and prefer to come out at night. These creatures get their name because they naturally live in caves like bats, and because of their strong back legs, can hang upside down from tree branches! This species is characterized by their large paws and tufted bat ears-- as well as, of course, their icicles! Icicle Bats can have icicles anywhere from their forearm to their back and always have a ring around their tails. Their inner ear and paw pad are made of the same ice. Their original purpose was to protect and shield the Icicle Bat from possible threats. What are you waiting for? Adopt an Icicle Bat into your home today!

there are three old Icicle Bats I created two years ago- one for my friend at the time, and two for me. I will be releasing the updated versions of the ones for me shortly, however the friend wanted to keep hers. This guy should be the only not ufa guy in a while x3

owned by Chrysocolla.

WildHorse32 wrote:Username: WildHorse32
Name: Herik Herik is an Indian name for boys meaning poisonous.
Age: August 21, 1990
Gender: Stallion
His future:
He has grown up a loner, but wishes it hadn't been that way growing up. But he is on the search to find a way to solve his problems with a bubble that could keep the poison from spreading. He is hoping this could help him learn to make friends in the future. He does worry if he'd be able to have mate without being at fault of death, so he tries to prepare for the impossible, and stick with just what is possible to be happy. Anything to help this boy from being alone would make him happy.

As of now he hides out in a cave, past some reefs. There are a few fish that pass by his cave, that he is afraid to approach but instead watches.
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plont sibs !! wrote:

//steffi, "stuffy"//female//
username; catbus.
//personality//

Steffi is a gentle girl, always putting others in front of herself. Although she is kind and loving, she can be a bit of doormat. Despite her easily manipulative shy demeanor, she always says, "I am going to be MORE ASSERTIVE! Get ready for the new, strong, big, no-nonsense Steffi!" However, when she tries to be "assertive" it comes out like a tiny whisper. She has always been the counselor of her friends, always providing a warm hug and a shoulder to cry on. She never had a large group of friends, just a small pack of about 4 Itaki Fish other than herself. She dislikes people who "follow the crowd" and looks at them as, "the ones who stand on their tippy-toes trying to reach an unreachable goal." She often finds it difficult to explain herself in tough situations, often resulting to tears and sobbing when you confront her for any wrongdoing. All in all, Steffi is a warm teddy bear, and always loves a good hug herself.

Delta Velorum Foxes are tall looking foxes that are only located on the remote planet of Delta Velorum.

Standing between 2 - 2 1/2 feet at the should, Delta Velorum Foxes are very tall in appearance compared to Red Foxes on Earth. They tend to be long legged in appearance and are well known for their endurance and agility. Males tend to be more muscular then females while female are more slender and elegant in appearance. A Delta Foxes fur tends to be very soft and short, and come in a wide variety of natural colors. It is not uncommon to see them in roans and dun colors similar to horses and are commonly seen in cat colors and patterns as well (such as calico, tabby, bengal markings ect). However the combination of colors and patterns are limitless, and each Delta Velorum Fox is different from the next. No two are ever the same in looks. Delta Velorum Foxes can come in any eye color and combination - no matter if it's natural or unnatural. A fox with two or more eye colors (known as Heterochromia) is uncommon but not unheard of.

whisky wrote:Username: whisky
DVF Number: 198
Name: Alari
Name Meaning: N/A
Name Origin:N/A
Gender: Vixen.
Growing or PKS? Growing.
Personality:

Alari's personality was written by herself; from her older self, of course!
This is what she becomes, and she isn't different as a child actually.
I really hope you enjoy her personality. I (she!) worked very hard on it!
She also tried not to make it too long.. ; - ;

Values.
Respect
Safety / The known
Reputation
Honesty
Confidence

Stresses.
Change
Loneliness
Uncertainty
Sneakiness / Lying
Embarrassment

Drives.

Tolerant/Open-Minded
One of my finest qualities I feel is that I am incredibly open to other lines of thought, and as long as it doesn’t cause harm to others I am quite tolerant to the differences that exist between people. I love learning about others and their cultures, their lives, and their interests. I will always be willing to accept the practices of others, if they are willing to do the same for myself.

Silly/Playful
I enjoy making my friends entertained. I tend to be open with my emotions and I enjoy using them to comedic effect and my reactions are generally used to make others laugh and engage with me. I also tend to be physically affectionate with friends; I will punch, sit on, or ‘play mean’ with them. I also enjoy dry humor and random humor, and my number one arsenal is using references to great effect.

Procrastinator/Slow-To-Start
I tend to have large dreams and I am prone to ambition, but only if it’s on my own time. I can be incredibly slow to start up my day, though as long as I get my internal “must dos” done before bedtime, I am usually not “itchy” and feeling as if I could have done more. However, my “want to do” list usually outweighs my “must do” list, and the latter is usually the one that gets done first. My self-motivation(or lack thereof), impatience, poor planning memory, plus my high levels of “easily distracted” make me a terrible worker at times. Despite this, I still manage to yell at myself soon enough to get everything I need done exactly when it needs to be done.

Honest/Straightforward
I speak my mind; it’s almost an innate reflex. It's close to impossible for me to be manipulative; I'm just far too obtuse. The best I can accomplish is “lying by omission” but hardly ever does even that work. If I feel something needs to be said, I will find a way to work it into conversation, and if I can’t do that, it will certainly be stated before I miss an opportunity to say it.

Emotionally Open
While I am far from crying on command, I do consider myself emotionally open and fairly expressive. When in the mood for feeling sociable, I open up like a book and my word-to-brain filter can escape me. I am also open to hearing the emotions of others and listening to their issues and problems. If I need to cry or get out negative emotions, however, I tend to do so privately, despite how energetic I can be with my more positive feelings. I enjoy sharing how I feel at any given time with close friends.

Kind-Hearted
I can be rough and brash at times, but I like to think my heart is in the right place. I know I come off as harsh(a side effect of my honesty), but most people know I don’t truly wish horrid things on people or things. I absolutely detest public humiliation and degradation(makes me physically ill, ugh), and I am a strong supporter of equality. When it comes down to it, I just really want everyone to be treated fairly. I do not think death is a strong answer to a problem.

Tactless/Naive
I have a bad habit of showing off my social ineptitude in public at times, enough that socially savvy people would be outright embarrassed by my actions. I may be comfortable in social situations but I still miss all the many subtleties of what is expected of me by society. I sometimes come off harsher or more “disrespectful” than I should. Because of my honesty, I tend to speak my mind and I may not realize just how awkward I make people feel until after the fact. This lack of brain-to-mouth filter has caused people to consider me either naive or tactless(or both), and I can’t say I particularly blame them.

Curious
I just gotta know stuff, okay? I don’t always pass information off unless I have need to, but I really just wanna know... stuff. All kinds of stuff. I will immerse myself in stupid things that catch my interest, I want to know all about a character in a novel, I have to figure out the puzzle, I wanna know how an artist creates the way they do, I want to know about all my friends interesting relationships and going-ons. My insatiability knows no bounds, and my curiosity has gotten me into trouble more than once. But if it’s a secret, you’ll be sure it’ll die with me (because I know it and nobody else does, and that’s half the fun of knowing, hehehe).

Traits Breakdown.

Sociability

↳ Focus

Instead of multitasking, I target my attention. If I really want to hear something, or see something, I can't be distracted or else I struggle. I am focused on what is happening around me, especially people. I want to be dominant in social circles. That is why I am so aware of the people I am talking to. I want people to focus on me. Most of my thoughts are about what's going on around me, but I can drift off if I'm not involved. If a topic changes, and I can't join in, I'll retreat to my imagination for like, two minutes. Very rarely do I daydream, and when I do it's about what's going on around me.
↳ Gregariousness

I don't socialize as much as I want. I don't know why. I really enjoy conversation, and being around people. When I go outside, I want to be the best I can be. I want everyone to recognize me. Unless I have motivation, or a group of people who want me there, or really encourage me to join them, I flake out. Yet, when I do go, I have the time of my life and am the happiest. I usually hang out with three or four people at once. I love being in a group of four. The bigger than group, the less attention I'm likely to get. Which sucks, because I love being around people. I am much more confident with other people than I am alone. This goes for being alone in a crowd.

↳ Intrapersonal

I'm fascinated with other people and love them. But my knowledge of this makes me back off from others for fear of weirding them out. I think I come across as cold sometimes – but when I do usually it's because I'm so excited to even be near this person. If I'm comfortable or close with a person I let loose a little bit, and can be pretty chill and relaxed. If I like the person, I don't need a lot of space – but if it's someone I'm not fond of I don't like being near them. This may sound weird, but I love physical contact. I don't get it very often, because I think unconsciously I keep people from touching me. I'm afraid to hug anyone because I think that they'll think it's weird, but I really do love hugs. I think most people think I don't. But it's such an amazing feeling when someone pats me on the back or hugs me and I'm just sitting there like “Wow, this person is alive, too.” It makes me feel privileged, in a way. I don't usually relate to anyone, and if I do, I feel drawn to that person. Usually though I try not to bother anyone.
↳ Attachment Style

I wish I wasen't, but I know that i'm very clingy. I try not to be, but it just sorta happens. But the thing is, i'm only clingy with my siblings. Everyone else could just move away for all I care. I try to float around with no strings attached, kinda like a balloon, you know? Just floating around where ever they please. It sounds nice. I guess I could relate to that, in a way. I may leave to enjoy the wonders of the world frequently, but I always come back to my home, but only for my siblings. I don't know where i'd be without them. Probably some place in Alaska or some other off the wall place.

Hierarchy

↳ Trust

I don't know anymore, what even is trust? It depends so much on the person and my interpretation of them. Maybe I am really unsettled here, or just don't know yet. There have been a couple people who I instantly trusted. About two people who within meeting them, I decided "yup, I would jump off a cliff with them because they'd protect me." That's really rare, but I'd do probably do anything these people asked of me. Even if it made me uncomfortable, I trust these people. All they have to say is, "don't you trust me" and I'm like "fine okay lol let me do it hold on". I don't know. These people are usually older than me, more dominant, proven themselves. This doesn't mean I'd accept to rob a house to join a gang or anything, and when people say "you can tell me" I'm 100% sure I can't. Like what, let me be in charge of that decision.
↳ Compliance

I'm probably not going to do what you want, and I think people get that vibe because no one asks me. I can be guilted into it, if you have authority over me. If I think I'll gain something from it, whether that be reputation, respect, knowledge. If I have slight motivation. If I don't agree with their wishes, there is no way I'm doing it. I don't generally comply. I don't give in to peer pressure, because my peers mean nothing. If I really want to impress you, or deep down I know it's best, it'll take a little bit of a push to get me going. As long as I'm doing more good than bad.
↳ Modesty

I'm not modest. I actually think modesty is pretty stupid, because half the time you know the person agrees with your compliment. I wouldn't say it's rude, but when someone denies your opinion, it can be taken two ways. One, they want you to compliment them again. Or two, they honestly don't give two s*** that you think they're really cool. If worst comes to worst, I just return the compliment.
↳ Assertiveness

I think I've made my assertiveness pretty clear by now. If not, I'm assertive. Really assertive. It is important to me, as a part of gaining respect and authority. I'm extremely possessive over people, but not objects. I want everything I own to be treated with care, but mostly to prove that I am important, and therefore my things are important. If I meet a stranger who already treats me really well and lovingly, I don't have any reason to be aggressive. I don't fight just to show I can, or to make everyone uncomfortable. I just don't avoid it. I kind of appreciate it.
↳ Tradition

I like habits. I don't like change. I really don't like change. I am not adaptable, hardly. Traditions are good for me, as long as I like them. I like having a routine. Other people and their traditions are fine, for them. My view on my own personal habits don't change, unless for convenience. I do judge people for their traditions, on some level. It doesn't make or break a friendship though. I don't hide my weird little rituals, because they're just that, mine. I'm not hurting anyone, and as long as people leave me alone with them, we're totally good.
↳ Asthetics

I care about my own physical appearance. I don't like to leave the house without looking in the mirror 9,000 times. I want to make sure others view me the way I want to be viewed. The physical appearance of my friends don't matter as much, but I I want to have confident friends. I am a aesthetically-orientated individual. I judge a book based on the cover. You never know who you're going to run into, so I want to feel confident and attractive.

Relational

↳ Sensitivity and Anxiety

I'm only sensitive when people I really respect put me down. Though I do get aggravated when people try. If someone insults something I own, or who I am purposely, I instantly get a little sour and return the comment with something equally nasty or sarcastic. This is because I want them to feel lesser and regret the statement. I don't display my sensitivity often. If I did take offense to something, I'll keep it under wraps until I can talk to someone trustworthy about it. I panic easily. Mostly it's caused by uncertainty, or afraid of embarrassing myself. If I'm doing something for the first time I get anxious. I start thinking very quickly and become overly sensitive to my surroundings. I don't show my nerves. If I'm feeling anxious, I act overly confident and unfazed and hope it's over soon. If I know there are people around me, and I'm feeling terrified, I instantly default into being a billy badbutt and acting untouchable. I get stressed a far amount. Most of the time it's caused by my lack of responsibly. When I'm stressed I cry and turn to others to socialize about it. If too much is going on, I get really upset. I can't stand too many things going on. I get overwhelmed easily.
↳ Egocentricity

I'd like to think that I don't have much of an ego. I'm not the brightest, and I openly accept it. Just like other things, really. I'm open to almost anything, perhaps a little too open at times, but this allows me to have a stable, positive view of myself. As stated, I may not be the brightest, but at least I have enough sense to appreciate what level of intelligence I do have. I could be sitting around on my bum all day whining about it. By keeping a positive viewpoint on myself, it's a little easier to view others in a positive way as well. I try not to judge someone by how they appear the first time I meet them, but instead usually the second or third. My problem is that I have a habit of running from my problems, it's part of the reason why I travel. Yeah, I know. It's not all that bright.
↳ Straight Forwardness and Manipulation

I'm straightforward. If I try and get my way, and don't, I very rarely try and manipulate the situation. I find that coming right out and saying it takes the other person by surprise, and you're more likely to get your way. It takes less time and planning, and I find less difficult. This doesn't change. It doesn't matter who the person is, or the situation. I'm much more likely to be blunt about my needs and wants. I'm also a firm believer in, "It's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission."

Emotionality

↳ Hostility

Being hostile is my go-to emotion. Feeling like crap? Get hostile. In an awkward position? Get hostile. Extremely uncomfortable and feeling unsafe? Get hostile. I get irritated easily, and instead of repressing it, I get slightly confrontational and bold.
↳ Optimism

I'm fairly optimistic, though I wouldn't call myself an optimist. I don't think I fit in under any of the three titles: an optimist, pessimist, or a realist, because it totally depends. If it's something I'm nervous or unsure about, based on my own life, I'm much more likely to be pessimistic. If it's something about someone else, I'm much more likely to be a realist. If I'm having a good day, then I'm more likely to be optimistic. In general, I don't see myself being one more than another. It all depends on my mood and history. I'm not very helpful, though. I don't mind helping others, as long as I don't have to go out of my way. If I really want to go above and beyond and gain respect, I'll help someone. It's more for my reputation than theirs. I don't take pleasure in helping someone, because of their success. I take pleasure because what it does for me, on my side of the spectrum. If I'm helping a family member out and gain nothing from it, it becomes a chore, not a delightful experience because it makes them happy.
↳ Self-confidence

am more self confident than not. I believe strongly in my abilities. I have no problem speaking to other people, or standing in front of a crowd. It's just, I lose my confidence if I'm alone for too long. I like expressing myself to other people. I am willing to seem bold and self-assured in public. I love being acknowledged and admired. There are few things that really impact my confidence negatively.

Experience

↳ Impulsiveness

I don't plan often. I do things instantly, in the moment. I am very impulsive. I do things based on what I think is correct. I go head first into whatever I'm dealing with, instead of thinking it through. I'm impatient too.
↳ Awareness

I would say that I am highly aware of the environment around me. I generally notice others in a room before me, and it is hard to sneak up on and startle me because I’m already aware of the person or just unperturbed by their presence. On the flipside though, I can effectively scare others, and will do so on occasion to much internal glee. I also tend to notice if things are out of place, if pictures are eskew, or if things need straightened up slightly. I also spend a lot of time exploring a new places and getting to know the layout of a building due to my curiosity, so I am not afraid of wandering off and getting “lost”.

Work Ethic

↳ Orderliness

I'm a mess. I don't organize anything. I find it easier just to create a mess, and look for the things you need. I'm no good at internal orderliness or external. I procrastinate way too much. I'll often pretend like I don't even have a project, and cry about it later when it's due. Sometimes I never accomplish it. I work in bursts. When I get motivation, I get it really hard and do everything at once. Then I sit on my butt and hope my fairy godmother will finally show up like in Cinderella.
↳ Dutifulness & Achievement Striving

Ugh. I have no sense of responsibility. It does change on who I am around. If I really want to impress someone, I'll have a sense of duty and be conscious of what I'm doing. If not, I don't do anything. I leave cupboards open. I throw my stuff all over the place. If I'm clearly in charge, I'll step up, but if I know someone has more authority over me and is willingly to clean up after me, why wouldn't I? I have goals and I strive towards them, and if I get at least a little bit closer to that goal every day, well at least I didn’t totally waste away another 24 hours. I know that if I keep working forward bit by bit, I will eventually get there, so while I do strive to my achievements and I keep my goals in mind, I can still procrastinate on them because I have 24 hours, and I need to check some things before I get moving on with my day. If daily goals and times are not set for myself, I cannot be trusted to even consider keeping them.
↳ Self-discipline & Decision Making

If it's something I want long term, I'll slowly lose motivation. This does depend on the situation and who I am around. If it's someone I want to impress, I'm more likely to keep motivated. I am my own worst enemy, but I am so used to nudging myself these days that it can have little-to-no effect unless I metaphorically-or-literally get off my ass and pep-talk myself out of procrastinating on work. Outside of these kinds of moments, my self-discipline is buried under my self-indulgence and my interests, and there it will sit for hours before trying to rear its big ugly head at me again. Even amongst all the opposition and barriers, however, I still somehow manage to complete some of my predetermined tasks for the day; if not, well, there’s always tomorrow.

Relation to the rest of the group: Just friends, but calls them her siblings because of how close they are.
Story Of Home: Home life was good. I had loving parents, but they didn't understand me most of the time. The way I felt about things and the way I thought about things. I was, though, viewed as dense among the rest of my clan, so I left when I got the chance. I didn't know that by running from my problems then would create a habit now. I have found two others, whom I was in a void clan with, but I have the heart of a traveler, and a traveler I will stay. I will always come back to my siblings, though. No matter the number of problems i'm running from, I will always come back to the ones who shaped me into the strong vixen that I am today.
Will they stay in the void clan or leave once their pilgrimage is completed? She leaves often because she's a traveler, but she always, always comes back to her siblings. Back to her home.

Delta Velorum Foxes are tall looking foxes that are only located on the remote planet of Delta Velorum.

Standing between 2 - 2 1/2 feet at the should, Delta Velorum Foxes are very tall in appearance compared to Red Foxes on Earth. They tend to be long legged in appearance and are well known for their endurance and agility. Males tend to be more muscular then females while female are more slender and elegant in appearance. A Delta Foxes fur tends to be very soft and short, and come in a wide variety of natural colors. It is not uncommon to see them in roans and dun colors similar to horses and are commonly seen in cat colors and patterns as well (such as calico, tabby, bengal markings ect). However the combination of colors and patterns are limitless, and each Delta Velorum Fox is different from the next. No two are ever the same in looks. Delta Velorum Foxes can come in any eye color and combination - no matter if it's natural or unnatural. A fox with two or more eye colors (known as Heterochromia) is uncommon but not unheard of.

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Username:

Number:

HannahBug

197

Name:

Pronunciation:

Inteus

[een-TAY-oos]

Nickname:

Name Origin:

Tu

Native American

Gender:

Growing?

Todd

Yes

Name Meaning:
The name means "has no shame", which can be interpreted in two very different ways.

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Personality:

How Tu is considered a natural leader, the world may never know. Although it's true that he's good at it, he has tendencies to have outbursts while being rash and acting like a kit. Thanks to having extreme trust issues, it's very difficult to get close to Inteus. He doubts every word a stranger says and it takes years for him to learn to simply tolerate their existence. He doesn't try to hide his distrust, either. Often, he needs to be told to stop squinting and glaring at foxes. He's superstitious and avoids things that are said to be bad luck as if they might jump up and chase him. His worrying comes in the form of imagining bizarre things that could happen, but have a teeny tiny chance of actually happening. Instead of melting into a ball of stress while he theorizes what aliens abducted who, he'll start to get angry. Angry and hyper. It's best to stop him before he starts, because not soon after he's positive what happened, he'll charge off to battle his made-up attacker. On that topic, Tu does have just the slightest anger issues. Stubbing his toe on a root could result in him screaming at a tree until his friends pulled him away. He is a loud fox and will shout whenever he's irritable, wants attention, or thinks he doesn't currently look powerful enough. As a side effect, it is very common for him to lose his voice for the next few days. He can be very pushy and demanding, especially towards strangers. He gets into fights with others quite a bit, where they will find that he's not afraid to draw blood and his temper can get quickly out of hand.

Fury aside, Inteus is very loyal. He would never leave his friends and does whatever he can to help them. In fact he can and will risk his life for them (although, sometimes he does this when it's not at all nessisary). He shows that he cares by picking on his friends, sometimes going to great lengths to tackle of scare them. He never means any harm, though. If his teasing is taken as offensive, he will have no idea why and is likely to get offended himself. While around his friends, he tends to be much more immature. He jokes around a lot and pours heavy doses of sarcasm into a lot of his words. He has a habit of doing things that others find hilarious, but he doesn't understand why what he did was funny (he'll probably get offended too). Since he is competitive, he likes to challenge them to play "games" with him such as who can catch a particularly fast rabbit first or who can collect more berries in a certain amount of time. Unfortunately, Tu is an extremely sore loser is likely to sulk after someone else wins one of the competitions. Believe it or not, Inteus can be serious. There are many moments where he snaps into a mood that seems much more matured and aware, leaving others a bit confused. When he's like this, he will be stern, direct, and sometimes condescending. Typically, he's only like this during conflict or stress and as soon as the issue is resolved, the mood will vanish. Overall, his personality is quite loud, but at the end of the day it starts to fade away. He doesn't talk too much after the sun sets and will start to plod along instead of walk proudly. All that hyperactivity each day leaves him exhausted, so it's not a good idea for him to skip sleeping no matter how much he complains or insists that he can go on.

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Relation:--------------------------------------------------------------- Stay or Go:

Frankly, he has no idea. It highly depends on
what his friends want to do, as he would not
want to abandon them, even after their
journey was over.

Tu considers himself to be very good friends with
his two group-mates. At this point in time, he
knows much about them and vice versa. He
hasn't looked too deeply into each relationship.

Story Of Home:
He had seen them once. He was small and almost too young to remember. The day the foxes of age were to be sent on their pilgrimage, the clan was very active. It wasn’t difficult for him to wander right out of camp and into the snow. The loud chatter made his head ache and he wanted to get away from it. The snow was high outside and frozen on the surface, so moving was a struggle. Determined, though, he pushed forwards, plowing a lumpy trail. He was so distracted with his mission that he did not hear when his parents called out. The path he had taken would be easy to follow, but outside was not the first place they went to look for a missing kit. As the sun slowly rose in the sky, Inteus slowly and steadily made his way into dangerous territory.

It took nearly an hour for him to realize that he was very cold. His fur was not thick enough to protect him from the chill of the Void. The sounds of the clan were no longer in earshot. Without the babble, he felt as if he had suddenly lost all sense of direction. The thought occurred to him to simply follow his trail back, but he had been walking in shadow for a long time. Here, the snow was completely frozen over, giving enough support for him to skitter along the top without making a dent. Since he was young, he wanted to cry, but he tried to tell himself that he didn’t need to be scared. All he had to do was call out and surely someone in the clan would hear him. Many of the foxes had sharp ears, so surely…

Inteus took a deep breath and opened his mouth, but only managed to get a squeak out before the snow next to him erupted. Dull shards of ice and the soft snow beneath scattered everywhere under the force of large talons. He could not see what the claws belonged to, but a loud, earsplitting screech gave him a good idea. There was the sound of flapping wings, sending two gusts of wind that knocked the kit onto his side and slid him across the ice against his will. A large bird, similar looking to a hawk, but three times as big, leapt into the sky almost before he could process it. He cast his gaze upwards where the bird was gaining altitude, feathers looking like knives against the bright sky.

Since he had never been in one of these situations, Inteus’ brain had all but given up on him. He didn’t know whether to be scared of the bird or mad because it had attacked him. It was all he could do to regain his footing. Then, he stood with his mouth agape as the creature overhead began to spiral. It wasn’t until it was almost right on top of him that he realized it was diving again. Heart beating in his throat, he mustered the focus to put on a burst of speed. The snow behind him was disturbed again. Like the first time, he was knocked off his feet and sent skidding across the ice.

Instead of sliding closer to what was casting the shadows over the snow where he would be safer, he was spun into the sunlight. Immediately, the softer snow gave way under him and he sunk nearly up to his shoulders. The cold made him cry out, but he was able to regain him footing quickly. Inteus had now come to the conclusion that he was mad. Standing in a defensive position with the short fur on his back bristling, he swung his head around to look for the bird. To his surprise, the sky seemed to be empty. He couldn’t hear any wingbeats or screeches anymore. It seemed the bird had left. Maybe he was too much of a fight for it, he thought. This kit wasn’t going to be such an easy meal!

His triumphant thoughts were suddenly interrupted. There was a jerk on the back of his neck, a searing pain, and then he was lifted off the ground. Snow fell from his matted fur in clumps as the place he had once been standing started to grow smaller. Thick, dark colored talons wrapped around his throat and pierced his skin. He tried to wail for help, but it was all the he could do to breathe. The bird had not left. In fact, it had been in the one place his hasty glances had not covered: behind him.

Time seemed to be moving only half as quickly as it should. He kicked his legs and pawed at the bird’s feet, but he didn’t have any claws to deal damage with. Trying to bite it didn’t do any good either because he couldn’t move his head. The rush of wind around wings sounded louder now, and it cut into Inteus’ ears. He was almost certain that staying with the clan would have been less of a headache than this. The air bit through his thin coat, making him much colder than he was moments ago.

Although things seemed hopeless, one thing was for sure: he was furious. The little kit would not stop flailing and thrashing, which seemed to give the bird difficulty. It wasn’t able to climb into the sky. Instead, it had to glide to attempt to regain its footing on Inteus. Its efforts were in vain, though. For now, it could keep a grip on his scruff, but if it tried to grab him elsewhere, there was a flurry of paws and small teeth in the way.

Suddenly, the bird let out another screech. Its wings flapped wildly to try and regain its course, as it had veered towards the ground. Since he could not see otherwise, Inteus could only assume that he was defeating the bird himself. What he didn’t know is that a fox had a very firm grip on the bird’s tail feathers. Another fox came out of seemingly nowhere and bit into a wing. Although the creature was very large, it could not fly with such weight. Three other foxes stepped into view from their camouflaged places in the snow. Badly outnumbered now, the bird dropped the flailing kit to claw at the two teens holding it down. Obviously not looking for a fight, they both opened their jaws, allowing the avian to escape in a flurry of feathers.

Little Inteus lay in the snow, panting and mind racing a million miles a minute. He was faintly aware of murmuring around him and what he was sure was a gash on the back of his neck. His vision was growing cloudy, but he could see the five figures gathering around him. One that looked stern and disapproving turned his head to say something to one who looked much more concerned, who nodded. His vision getting dark around the edges, he felt himself being lifted up, but by a fox this time, not a predator. Before his consciousness slipped from him, he realized something: these were the foxes that had been sent off on their pilgrimage.

It may not have seemed like a big thing. Surely every fox had seen the five teens when they were growing up, but Inteus was sure this was different. He has seen them on their pilgrimage. Even though they hadn’t left the territory, they had left the clan. He saw -or was at least in the same general area at the time- them function as an organized group as they would have to for many months. Although his family and a good portion of the clan was outraged at his near death encounter, his thoughts were elsewhere. He wanted to grow up to be like that. He wanted to go out on a pilgrimage and be a hero, too! Even when the five teens did not return many months later, his admiration for them did not fade.

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Bag:

As is typical for the pilgrimage, Tu has a bag to fill with valuable items used to impress other foxes and clans. Unfortunately, he may have missed the point. Not shortly after their journey began, he bet the other two that he would have to most things to bring back. He then began collecting anything he got his paws on. Whether the other two were playing the game or not, he had no idea. So, his bag is mainly filled with useless junk including dried grass, pinecones, colored eggshells, old leaves, stray prey bones, tattered feathers, "cool" looking rocks, bits of lost accessories, and even some thread from his companions cloak. Granted, there may be a few valuable things in there, but not much. Since he's "competing" with foxes with two bags each, he's stuffed his so full that he can hardly open it without the contents spilling out everywhere.

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Quirks:
--Whenever the sky is especially bright, he has a tendency to throw his cloak over Diamond's head. He's managed to figure out that the bright light slows her down, so it's the best that he can think to do to help. The only problem with this is that she can't see at all. So, he'll either say "follow the sound of my voice" for hours or grab a corner of the fabric in his mouth and try to lead her (which only works out so well). He'll also cover her head when they pass through snowy territory since the light reflects off the snow and can make things even brighter.

--When the trio stops to take breaks, he seems to obsessively clean his fur. Thanks to his heavier coat, he often gets mud, twigs, thorns, and other such things caught in it. It's especially bad around his paws. He's constantly stepping on splinters or thistles just because they've caught in his feathering. So, he has to spend quite a bit of time picking at his paws. He absolutely hates having to do this.

--Inteus has a lot of built up energy. Most of the time, he handles it fairly well, but there is the occasional situation when he does not. Bursts of hyperactivity hit him randomly, causing him to will shake, stutter, and move spastically. If he happens to be in an area with open space, he's likely to bolt suddenly, run a ways off, and then return like nothing happened. This process repeats until he wears himself out and, more often than not, causes the group to stop.

--He is not, nor will he be a very tall fox. Through his teen years, he's found that he hasn't grown much. Although his legs are long, he still appears much smaller than the average fox. Little does he know, he's only about an inch or two from reaching his full height.

--Tu loves to run and he loves open space. Although it may seem immature, he nearly always is up for a game of tag. Thanks to being closer to the ground, he is very hard to catch. His downfall is his lack of coordination, which often causes him to trip or crash into things.

--His hearing is not the best. Although he's not deaf or even partly so, he is hard pressed to hear things such as whispers or rustling in the overgrowth. This makes him a terrible scout. Some of the foxes from his home would joke that he shouted his hearing away.

--Despite being childish, Inteus is quite intelligent. He's able to create intricate plans, talk his way out of situations, and remember many things. Thanks to this, he never forgets a face or a voice and is able to make mental maps after exploring an area for a short amount of time. He will pick up little bits of information on foxes where he can such as fighting styles or physical weaknesses. If he's been around a creature for an extended amount of time, it's very likely that he knows much more information that he would ever show.

Fourth of the alligator themed tolts c:




Alligator themed tolters all have some sort of alligator-like marking and green/yellow slit eyes. It is not possible for them to pass on their slit eyes, though they can pass on their markings to their offspring. Offsprings of alligator themed tolts cannot pass on the special markings.




Breeding Notes
Slit eyes cannot pass to offspring
Can breed to other gator tolters
Markings may only pass to second gen foals


Sensei/grandfather gator tolt cx



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Name: Kurai Forosuru /// Kage
Name Meaning: Japanese for 'Follow me into the dark' /// Japanese for 'shadow'
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