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: Long tail, Streak / Normal Variety Two facial markings. Custom feet/bangs fluff, Heterochromia
Genetics Code:
5 / 11 - 12
Genetics Code:
5 / 11 - 12
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Name: Weston
Name Meaning: It means "from a western town", even though it's definition isn't too fitting.
Gender: Todd
Personality: Weston is a a bit introverted and prefers being to himself most of the time, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care for his clan. He is as loyal as can be to them, willing to risk his life for any of them if he had to. He believes in hope and dreams, which could be his downfall.
How He got separated from the clan.
The forest was lively on this morning. It seemed as if every creature in it was announcing their presence, and Weston loved every second of it. He took in a deep breath before treading towards the rest of his clan.
"Hello," he mumbled as he walked in. A few mumbled hellos back, nothing unusual. Everyone in the clan knew Weston wasn't one for talking, so it was rare for anyone to actually start a conversation with him. Of course, this didn't bother him in the slightest. He wandered around, looking at all the others. A smile soon found its way on to his face; he just couldn't help it. He loved his clan, each and every last one of them.
"Hey, Weston!" called one of the older clan members. He strolled over quickly, knowing better than to take his time.
"What's up?" he asked. It had to have been important if they called him over.
"We're starting to run low on food. Would you go out and gather some more?" it was more an order than a question though.
"On it. I'll be back soon," he said and dashed off.
Weston wandered his way through the forest, picking up anything edible and putting it in his pouch. By the time his pouch was filled, it was nearly dusk. He started to head back when he became too drowsy to walk. With a yawn, he hid under a bush for the night before dozing off into a deep sleep.
Weston's eyes flickered open, squinting at the sun rising before him. The forest was eerily silent, as if someone had hit a "mute" button on the land. Then the realization hit him. He had fallen asleep in the forest before he could get back to his clan. Getting up, he quickly sprinted back to his camp.
Before him was his clan's home deserted. With a gasp, he scanned the area with his eyes before running and searching every corner for even a trace of his clan but nothing came up. He sighed, sitting down. He knew he'd have to find his clan, but where would he even start? From then on, he traveled by himself, always looking for his clan that mysteriously disappeared that one fateful night, and that was how he was separated from his clan.
