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.
Variety: Custom tail, Custom facial markings. Eye Glow, Custom short and ripped ears, Custom Lines. Neither Dead or Alive.
Sterile, Unable to breed.
Ignore the timer, It took a lot less time compared to the first design because I didn't have to remake any lines and such. I had to edit the glow color that you wanted because it didn't want to turn out right with the settings it is on. Hope you like him! c:
Sterile, Unable to breed.
Ignore the timer, It took a lot less time compared to the first design because I didn't have to remake any lines and such. I had to edit the glow color that you wanted because it didn't want to turn out right with the settings it is on. Hope you like him! c:
PixieStoryteller wrote:
Hello, young one. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Come and take a walk with me..?XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Who am I? Well...
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXMy name is Ͼαɳҽ.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXBut that is not all that I am...
XXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXWhere do I come from? Well now, that is the story, young one...Shall we start with some history?
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXThe 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 resistence
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...
XXXXXXXXXXThe 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.
That is, until it was our turn...XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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.Recorded Facts
❂Ancient den walls show images of
ancient fox civilization
❂Images indicate the break-up of
this civilization caused by one fox
❂Fox is painted with what looks like blood
blood
❂Fox is seen surrounded by bodies,
with surviving foxes fleeing
❂It is believed that not long after
the clans formed from these
scattered foxesA 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.I know what you're wondering... How did I die?
It wasn't pleasant.
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.Ah, finally, we come to why I am here... With you...
A great evil is arising; I can feel it in the very center of my essence and a hero must rise up with it in order to balance the forces at play. I have been sent from the pit where my soul was originally chained in order to guard the cursed place from ever being discovered by any mortal fox. The demons that haunt that place make it impossible for any living fox to survive down there now. But I have come, my chains loosened just for today, to find a champion for the innocent who cannot stand for themselves. That champion is you.
The fates chose me during my time in order to bring justice, albeit in a violent manner, back into our world. Now the fates choose you. But yours is not to be a bloody victory to annihilate the imbalance. You shall bring peace where I brought chaos.
I shall come to you in your dreams, as I have this night, and I shall train you in the ways of my sister, to use your wits and your stealth, and myself, to use your strength and your courage. You shall be endowed with the best of our skills and with them, you shall be great; you shall be what I never truly was.
I was once a proud warrior, but you shall be a warrior to be proud of.
<3!
