[SnowStar]

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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Variety:Custom Lines. Custom [Long] tail, custom / Eye Dot facial markings. Small Round Ears.
African Golden Cat theme.

Ignore the eye color, It's just a Lock Alpha base until I get the needed PM reply. Also still need to work on the bag (unless you don't want me to draw it and say it's hidden under the cloak). Also do you want it growing or PKS? I'm not looking forward to growing it anytime soon with all those edits. xD

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Branwen

username ; Inupait
DVF number ; #197
name ; Branwen
nickname ; Bran
name origin ; Celtic
meaning ; "Blessed Raven"
gender ; Female
growing or PKS ; Growing

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Personality ;
❍ -- Independent ~ Even from a young age Branwen showed strong traits of being independent, she was always wondering off or laying apart from her siblings in the caves. it wasn't until she actually started exploring the void on her own that her independence really began to show through. She never feels the need to have someone back her up or help her, in fact she wouldn't let her parents help her with anything as she was growing up, she felt that if they helped her she would not be able to prove herself or become her own self. She hates relying on anyone because she doesn't trust anyone to take care of her better then herself.
❍ -- Dignified ~ Like her independence , Bran's pride also become quite clear in her younger years, she was a poor looser in all of their pup hood games and sometimes got a little too rough trying to prove herself to both her parents and the other foxes. she is easily offended and can turn arrogant if you bruise her pride! Branwen just has an air of dignity to her, because she has allowed herself to grow up in a manner where she was basically fending for herself she now see's herself as worthy of being looked at as an adult and as humble enough to accept respect. She has that natural leadership bred into her but she has yet to find use for it or see herself in those kind of shoes(eerr… paws).
❍ -- Intuitive ~ Branwen likes to follow her gut. She knows that she needs to trust her instinct, all of the lessons she had learned and all the training she has taken to prepare herself for her future has taught her that her instinct are her sharpest tool and they will keep her alive. Branwen always tries to do exactly what she feels is right and proper no matter what others think of her and what they might think is right and wrong, she listens to her heart and makes decisions based on what she feels and what her instincts are screaming. Branwen is very intone with her seances, they are shape prom her childhood training and all the lessons she received from her father. They give her a preconceived intuition of things that might happen next or incite into what she is not expecting.
❍ -- Cynical ~ Branwen has learned that trust is a precious commodity that should not be given out so readily. She has been tricked before by false promises and has learned that she should play her cards close to her chest and only trust those who have proven worthy. in Branwen's eyes everyone is guilty until proven innocent which makes her extremely difficult to get to know or gain her trust. She has a cold outer shell that newcomers have trouble breaking through to get to her strong loyal interior. Bran's inability to trust just anyone is her defence mechanism against the big evil world that she sees herself liven in.

Stay or Go? ;

Branwen although she was born a natural leader
feels smothered by the confines of the void clan
cutler. She loves the freedom she has discovered
while on this pilgrimage and would honestly just
travel forever. Bran wishes she had a place in the
void clan but her heart is elsewhere, she needs to
find her heart a new home. She doesn't just want
to settle for what she already knows, instead she
wants to venture forth and see the whole world
that could be hers.

Story from Home: (min 100 words) ;
Deep within the labyrinth of caves the void clan called home, excitement bustled. A small group of foxes had gathered and they craned their heads to see over one another. Branwen had heard the rumours, a pilgramer had been spotted returning from his journey. Try as she might Bran could not see over the adults, she was so tiny compared to them still. Her heart pattered against her ribs, All she had left was hope that her brother would return before she would leave on her own write of passage. Barks of happiness founded from the front of the group as a figure appeared along with their leader. It was a male, broad shouldered and hooded. Bran held her breath…
But when the fox stepped into view her heart sank. It was not her brother. Razven had left when she was only two weeks old, she had loved her brothers company and he had been her only male role model with no father to speak of. While others cheered and greeted their returned brother Bran retreated a distance to the shadows. There she listened the todd spoke of the trials he had faced and the foxes he had met along the way. He emptied his bags and told the clan about each item that was nestled within. A knuckle bone from his first solo kill, a leaf wrapped poultice he had been given by a fox when he had fallen ill in the Wolfmarshes and polished rock painted with the undeniable lime green war paint of the Rockhollow clan.
Branwen stopped listening as the list of items carried on and on. She was pleased that yet another of their youth had survived his trial and would now be seen as an adult of the clan, but she couldn’t hide her disappointment that he was not Razven. She stretched out on the cool ground and closed her eyes so that no one would bother her as the crowd began to slowly disperse with yips of congratulations and chatter of good fortune. A hoarse voice crackled from the crowed. “Any sightings of our other kin?”
The voice was familiar but Bran could not put a face to it at that particular moment. A hush fell over the group as many were still waiting for family members to return from their pilgrimages. Bran opened her eyes and caught sight of the todd. A glimmer of recognition tingled at the back of her mind, he had left only a few days before Razven. He shifted uneasily at the question then reached into on of his bags that he had not yet emptied. From within be pulled a tattered bloody cloak. It was hard to tell what colour it was at a first glance but Bran leapt to her feet and sprinted across the stone floor to when the todd held the green cloak she knew belonged to her brother.
“I’m sorry Branwen” The todd placed the cloak at her feet, up close she knew who he was, Tex had been one of Razven’s closest friends growing up. “Raz sacrificed himself to save me when we were scaling the mountains between Rockhollow and home.” The Tex’s voice broke and he turned away to hide the emotion in his eyes. “He fell, there was nothing I could do….” Bran was numb for quite some time just staring at her bothers muddy, blood smeared cloak. He had almost mat it back to her, like he had promised he would… The crowed leached back into the shadows and Bran was left alone once more. No parents, no brother, nothing left to give her reason to call this place home.
She nestled into the cloak that still smelt strongly of her brother but winced when something sharp dug into her shoulder. The cloak had been wrapped tightly around all the belongings that her brother had left in. His dagger and bag lay before her, sorrowfully she took them and cleaned them so that they were no longer bloody. She draped the large cloak over her head and shoulders and put the bag and dagger in place, she would make her brother proud and wear these when she too faced her own write of passage.

Group Relations ;
Branwen grew up with the other two kits, she was a single child after her bother's disappearance so she had to seek companionship at a young age. The other two kits became her playmates because they were similar in age. They have known one another for a long time so they are very close, almost like adopted siblings. Their bond is so strong that they often squabble just like siblings too, but Branwen feels the need to protect them and not let them face the journey alone.