Fayble adoptions <\'.'/> Busy busy busy! Closed.

[Winterfaux]

Oh yeah! That was the one I had major issues with, due to my horrible memory I don't remember who I picked but I did choose ^^ I think it might have been Dharsii.. I'm not sure ^^;

[hellevi]

Oh yeah! That was the one I had major issues with, due to my horrible memory I don't remember who I picked but I did choose ^^ I think it might have been Dharsii.. I'm not sure ^^;

It was DharSii because I remember helping you pick. x3

[Winterfaux]

Thank you! I gotta start writting these down X) Off to the archives!

[Mirandamay]

When would the ending of this next one be? I want to make sure i have time to fill out an app

[Queen Vivane]

December 21st XD

[Winterfaux]

Yup, December 21 ^^ Ill probably be adding more before then but I will give you at least a week for forms, if that makes sense?

[iBrevity]

I'm stuck between trying out for the whitewing and waiting to see what else you come up with... xDD

[Africa.]

Username; .Fae.
Fayble number; 3
Fayble name; Bella Rouge ("Bella" is "Beautiful" in Italian, "Rouge" is "Red" in French)
Nickname; Rouge
What breed of fox you think it was; Well, a christmas fox/Whitewing But realisticly speaking, I'd say a Red Fox
What will you use this Fayble for?; Il write stories for her, and RP with her when I get the chance. I actually have an RP up right now that I could add her in ^^ An il pout her in the Fayble RP, if someone makes it Il also attempt to get a male Fayble, so that I can name him Caleb and have he and Rouge as mates
Personality; Rouge is headstrong, determined, and independant. She's tough, won't take no for an answer. Weakness is something she forbade herself to show, ever since her mother was killed. She's rather cunning, and sneaky, and she most definitly knows how to survive on her own. Since she's been on the run so long, she's learned more survival skills then you could imagine, and she understands the ways of the wild.
Height; Female Faybles are normally somewhat larger then a regular fox, but Rouge is small for a Fayble, so she is the size of your average fox.
Age; Her human/anthro form is around 14, Fayble form is around 2.
Rouges Theme Song; Everytime We Touch, Cascada ♥
Reason For Theme Song; I chose this song because I find it really shows how much Rouge loves Caleb, and how much she cares about him, even if fate drove them apart.
Calebs Theme Song; Grenade, Bruno Mars ♥
Reason For Theme Song; I picked the song Grenade because it fits almost perfectly with his emotions <3 In the end, he feels like she doesn't love him like he loves her, and doesn't realize how wrong he is about that.

History Key:
~~~ = Timeskip
~♥~ = Dream Change

History(In Human/Anthro form)...
In the still black air, I could see all eyes set on me, those hungry eyes set out to hunt me day and night. I stood in the diddle of the black mist that surrounded be paws, slowly rising higher. The cruel, malicious eyes followed me every move, every pawstep. Here I was, in the dist of a battlefield. The battlefield that would be my death bed. The battlefield where I was my own team, and only me. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, then I did the thing I never thought I would do: I ran. I ran for the life that I wished I had, but as a stone-hard body intercepted mine, I found myself flying backwards, then... Nothing. No pain hit me, for my eyes flickered open to the harsh light of dawn.
My first thought: Mama. But then I remembered. Remembered her murder. You know why she was murdered? She was murdered all because she was different. Funny, isn't it? Everyone tells you to 'be yourself'. What if being yourself gets you killed? My mother was the perfect example. Her dove-white wings were practically the same thing as saying, "Hey, I'm different, come kill me." And so thats what happened. They killed her.
Thats why I'm on the run, you see, because fate had turned its back on me, the very date of my birth. My white wings, my sweet killers, were like sending off a flare, as my mothers were. I travel day and night, I almost never take a break unless my paws can't hold my weight anymore. When I was younger, when I wasn't hunted, I had friends. They'd smile at me and tell me I was stubborn, but I'd smile back at them and tell them that the correct word for me would be determined, then we'd laugh about that. But you know what? Those friends I used to laugh with, they now hunt my as if I had killed them and they were spirits coming back for me.
Lately, I've been getting that same dream every night. But what scared me more? What scared me more was that, sometimes, I'd find myself stopping abruptlty in my tracks, and find snippets of something like a video run through my mind, warning me... Warning me that sleep was as deadly of a killer as anything. And I can't help but wonder... What would happen if I were to be killed in a dream? Would I ever wake up from that dream?
Through all my thoughts, I had barely even noticed that I had set out on the run again. I guess it was so natural for me to be running that thinking about wasn't neccesary anymore. As I was walking away from the warm, cozy cavern I had recently emerged from, I found myself wondering how long it would be until I found something like that again, how long it would be until I slept. As the sun gradually lifted on the horizon, I closed my eyes, closed them and prayed to my mother that I'd live another day. Praying for the life of another day was something I had become used to over the months of travel. I had learned that each day that I had been so blessed as to live through, was another day of fate making it up to me for that one day of my birth, that one day that fate gave me my white wings.
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After my three and a half days of nonstop travel, I finally let myself sleep, a gift I often never granted myself. But in that dream, I didn't find myself in that battlefield this time. This time, I found myself in a paradise...
The vast stretch of the sandy beach spread out before my eyes, the water that crystally clear of a light aqua. It was that perfect paradise that everyone knew all to well from all the books: The place where the main character finally relaxes, then something terrible happens. Yeah, those books were right, because just as my mind granted entrance to those thoughts, I felt someone tap my shoulder.
I spun around, bracing myself to see those eyes once again, cruel, menacing, and loving every second of it. But instead I saw a smiling face as it looked down at me. That smiling face that made me want to kiss him, but made me want to hit him. He was just as perfect as the beach. When most people speak of a perfect guy, it usually involves blue eyes and blonde hair. Not this time. He had shaggy black hair, with eyes as brown as chocolate. And he was that terrible something.
Of course you wonder why on earth he was that terrible something. But isn't it obvious? With one look at him a found myself blushing like a tomato. Who knows what a few dreams with him could do to me? He could crush me so easily already, just with one look. It scared me to know that the chances he was just another hunter of my different nature were quite high.
I shyed away from him, pulling back, but taking my hand in his, he pulled me back a bit closer to him, that same smile on his face. "What? You don't remember me?" A grin now spread along his lips, and watching that grin of his, I finally remembered. "Caleb, what are you doing her-" I stopped. I remembered. I remembered that he was killed... Killed as he tried to help my mother and I to safety. "I... I'm so sorry Caleb, I can't believ-" I can't begin to explain how dumb-found my face must have looked when he actually laughed, shushing me like his risking his life for me was no big deal.
"Come on" He waved off my attempt to apologize and tugged me off, towards the water. "Umm, I don't have a-" Once again, my words were cut off, as I noticed a cool breeze hitting my body. Looking down, I gapped, inspecting the white bikini I was now wearing. "Umm..." Emberassedly, I ducked my head, slipping a strand of hair behind my ear.
Again came that laugh of his, the laugh I had missed for so long until... Until it was just a dream, a dream like this. He once again tugged me off, this time into the sureal water of the paradise beach.
"You know, the past doesn't exist here, so just let it go and enjoy the sun." Though his words may seem harsh or something, he smiled over at me again.
"But... You risked your life to save me, how can I let that go?" I asked, resting my head back in the water as I floated. He chuckled, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to him.
"Rouge, don't beat yourself up, just enjoy the moment." I turned to face him, my eyes skimming his slightly transparent body, and I found myself actually enjoying that moment... Alot. As he smiled that mind-melting smile of his, I barely even noticed the beach around us anymore, or my own smile as it crept along my lips.
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Wind buffeted my face, the slicing hail occasionally creating a cut as it whipped past, but a barely even realized that. All I could think: I'm getting weak. Never before had I yearned for sleep, for dreams, like I was now. I had only been going for 2 days, and already I found my eyes searching the snow-covered land for some sleepable shelter, and I hated myself for it, but I couldn't bring myself to hate Red for it, no matter how hard a tried.
I wanted to hate him, I really did, for doing this to me. I wanted to go back into that dream, but only when I could no longer walk, and yell at him for making me want to see him again. But whenever I thought of hating him, yelling at him, I remembered his smile, the way he had pulled me closer when I pulled away, how perfectly his arms slipped around my waist to comfort me... No. I even shocked myself at how rough my voice had sounded, even in my mind.
But thats when I saw it. A perfect shelter. From the side of a stone mountain, came something like a cave, though there were two open ends to it. Immediately, my feet carried me closer, drawing me in. It was the perfect shelter; No risk of a bear hidden amongst the shadows of a cave, not sleeping out in the open cold. The thought of sleeping was bitter-sweet now, my legs slowly turning to foam as they lowered me towards the ground. No, no, no... But my head hit the ground, and I was out, a smile on my face all the while.
Deep, manic laughter filled the black air around me, making me flinch and back away. "Aww, how sad, your little friend didn't grasp your soul quick enough." The large, muscled Fayble taunted me, toying with tail as I stood, in my Fayble form, with tensed muscles. "Whats that supposed to mean?" My voice was hard as metal, black as a charred piece of wood. I didn't understand. What did he mean, Red didn't get my soul quick enough? I wanted to slice his throat ever so badly, I could almost feel the blood on my claws, but I held myself back as he laughed his twisted laugh once again. "You see, my dear, one must claim a sleeping soul for the soul to enter the claimers dreamland. Your boyfriend just didn't get you quick enough. But that's okay, you'll be dead soon anyway..." His blood red eyes bore down on me, their twisted pleasure in the thought of my death, clear as day. He leaned closer, closer, until I could feel his hot breath on my neck. I struggled to free myself, only to find that the rock hard groud beneath my paws had slowly softened until it was the silent killer: Quicksand. [censored]! I screamed out in my mind, craning my neck away as I fought to loosen from the grasp of the quicksand. The Fayble snarled a deep, hate filled snarl. "I was doing you a favor, trying to kill you there. But you know what, I think il let fate kill you. I'm sure you won't last the rest of the day, and if by some miracle you do last, il kill you when you sleep again. Unless, of course, you'd like to kill yourself for me. Anything works." A manic smile crept along his face, that face that I wanted to make blood poor from. I opened my mouth, ready to reply with a scathing comment, but I was opening my eyes again; the eyes that held more hatred in them then ever seen before.
How dare that sad excuse for a living creature do this to me. He was right. He had been doing me a favor. I could feel death lapping at my feet like the waves of a river trying to reach the paws of my Fayble form. My body was cold, my eyes bloodshot from the many months I spent awake, and the few days I spent asleep. Death called out my name, just waiting for me to let my guard down until it can strike, in the form of who knows what. My 'friends' who turned their backs on me, another random group who sought out to kill those who were different, or even just being in the form of the cold. The heartless, deadly cold. At this rate, the cold was the best shot at death, and I hardly noticed that I was staring at the snow beneath me with scathing hatred flickering like firelight in my eyes.
What I hated even more then that black-hearted Fayble was the fact that after everything I had just heard... I still wanted to go back, just pray that Caleb would claim my soul quick enough. I knew that if I let myself hit the ground again, just once, I'd end up letting myself put my fate and trust in the hands of Caleb, and only Caleb.
If only you knew what you do to me...
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Its been four days now, and at this point I was taking one step forward and stumbling two steps back. My eyes were liquid, red and runny as I tried to make out where I was going. The snow hit be like sheets of ice, still cutting me occasionally. The sky was gray and stormy, as the snow raged around me as though it was following me. It all reflected my mood, as if it could tell exactly what I felt, exactly what I wouldn't let myself feel, because I could just make out the sun as it struggled to break through the storm clouds. Again, I thought of Caleb when I saw that. No, dont do this to yourself Rouge. Don't. Do. It. But there I went, falling into the snow, letting my eyes fall, fall, fall...
"Rouge!" I felt Calebs arms wrap around my, tightening for a moment before he released me. "I'm so glad I caught you befo-" His breath caught in his throat like a car jamming the breaks before a car crash. "You... I..." He stared at me as though I was a ghost, like he'd never seen anything like this before, and as I looked down at myself, I did the same, catching my breath just as he had. "I didn't get you quick enough..." I saw his legs buckle, as he fell to his knees. "Rouge... I'm so, so sorry..."
"I-I dont understand, Caleb, whats going on, why am I like this?" I hated the pitch of my voice, the fear in it, the helplessness that I portrayed in it. I wanted to scream at myself, kill myself right there for showing that weakness, but all I could do was stare at myself, then at him, then back at myself.
He looked up at me as though his next words would take everything he had to say them, before he finally answered, "I wasn't fast enough. We both have you now."
~♥~
The black fog around me was intoxicating, sufficating. I struggled to intake any clean air, as my eyes stung and burned from the fumes. "W-What going on earth is goin-" I was cut off by my own coughs and splutters, my throat tightenening with every second, every breath I took.
"Oh look, how adorable, she thought that the foolish boyfriend of hers would be able to reach her first. Hmm, dont I just love that horror-stricken look in your eyes when you get here. But dont worry, you'll never need to have that look in your eyes, ever again." His eyes glittered with that crazed, twisted, manic light of his, as he leaned closer, heading for my throat again. This time, I only just realised that it was only he in this dream, and for a moment, I thought about making a break for it, but where would I run? This was his domain, like a labyrinth only he knew how to navigate. Closer and closer he drew towards my neck, and I found myself flashing back to my short time with Caleb; The smile, the water, how he grabbed my waist so firmly yet so gently, how his body was so real, yet so transpare- Transparent!
There it was. That was the key. I stared back at the Faybles muscled body, the muscled body that was every bit as real as mine was, or would have been if I wasn't split between dreams. He was alive.
A scathing grin crept along my lips as he drew closer, completely unaware of my sudden realization. He figured that I thought I was helpless, figured that my tensed, but froze body must have meant I had given up. But he couldn't have been more wrong.
Closer... Closer... And there it went. My claws flashed out like lightning lighting up the sky at midnight. Everything seemed so sureal. Bitter-sweet, in a way. I felt my claws connect with his throat, the exact spot that he wanted to kill me, and then I heard the rip of his fur, the outburst of his bone-shattering shriek, as it split the gloomy air. Finally, I was left breathing hard, my forepaw drenched in blood, his blood.
As I lifted my head, I witnessed the sight of the vast, dead dream being pushed to the side, though I remained in my same spot, as though I was floating and the ground was being ripped out from underneath me. I watched as that perfect beach came into sight, closer and closer until half my body was standing on the dead terrain, and the other half on the white-sanded beach.
Rouge! You killed someone in a dream, so you are obligated to stay in that dream forever! But your soul was split in two dreams when you killed him, now you get the choice between them. Walk to the side you choose to remain in. I could hear Calebs voice speaking clearly in my head. The sound of that voice of his made me smile all over again, just want to sway back into the carress of his arms. I lifted my paws, turning towards the perfect beach, with the perfect guy waiting for me. But then I looked back. I looked behind me at the dead, lifeless world. Everything deserved a second chance. "I...I'm so sorry... I love you Caleb, remember that..." And then, I took two steps back, my whole body on the side of the dead dreamland, and watched the pain-stricken image of Caleb shatter like class. Then it dissapeared.
Tears fell down my cheeks, something I never let myself do before. I watched, heart killing me, as the fell to the smokey gray ground, and each drop made life grow. I had cried 6 tears, and those six tears now rejoiced the earth, making six paw-sized sprouts of lush green grass. This world, it was my world now. A world I needed to build, give life to. Destiny and fate had won, it had taken me away from the one I love, but it had done all this so that someone could have I happier ending then I, so that someone could live and enjoy the world I was destined to create... No matter how much it killed me on the inside.

Family Tree;
Mother~ Mayali~ Desceased
Father~ Nuko~ Unknown
Sister~ Shayla~ Desceased at date of birth

Poem;
Within the embrace of a dream,
Crazy as it may seem,
My world is at peace,
Or in a war that won't cease,
But I think of you,
That's all I need to do,
And remember the life, given to me...
Your life, to save I and she...

Likes&Dislikes;
Likes
Berries- Bella Rouge absolutely adores berries, because they remind her of hollies, something close to her heart because both she and her mother had the same holly-like features, so hollies make her feel closer to her mother.
Dawn- While most enjoy times of day like sunset, midnight, or twighlight, Rouge enjoys dawn. She likes the smooth, milky look to it, watching as the stars dissapear one by one into the daylight sky.
Caleb- Well, this is no surprise x3 Yes, Rouge is in love with Caleb, even though fate and destiny had tore them apart.
Rainforests- She takes a strong liking to Rainforests, as a rainforest had been her birthplace.
Dislikes
Weakness- To Rouge, weakness is like giving your heart to someone who'd break it. Weakness is something she doesn't show, never will show. She has too much pride to show weakness.
White Wings- Yes, she despises her white wings, for they are the reason that she's been on the run since she was a little girl, a young Fayble. Her wings are the reason she's been hunted for so many seasons, by so many people. And the reason that trust was no longer something she gave, no longer something she recieved.
Her Father- Rouge never knew her father, and that's exactly why she hates him. He walked out on her mother, "just because", walked out on Rouge, "just because". He never loved either of them, and didn't care to stick around long enough to see his baby girl.

Reason For Wanting;
Where to start with this one? x3
When I found these, I went head over heels in love xD Even my sister, who is really picky with art, stopped in her tracks when she was walking by me, because she saw these awesome foxes I had tried out for a Fayble in the last round, but I guess my heart wasn't in it enough, 'cause I definitly didn't have a form as big as this one for it xD
When I saw that there was a Whitewing up, you should have seen my face, because according to my sister, it kit up like a Christmas tree xDD And then I saw what the Whitewing Fayble actually looked like, so I let out a squee of excitement, and soon enough my whole family had their eyes on me like I was loosing it
To be completely honest, it would be a complete and utter honor to own a Whitewing, and to make things even better, it's an advent one, it's the first ever Whitewing, and it's absolutely stunning, and truly gorgeous <3 Seriously, never believed in love at first sight until I saw Rouge

Interview;
Me: Hi Bella Rouge!
Rouge: Ah, no reason for formalities, call me Rouge. *Smiles amusedly*
Me: Alright then, Rouge, in what kind of territories were you born in?
Rouge: I was born in a rainforest, even though that sounds very odd, and that's why I enjoy rainforest so much, they remind me of home.
Me: Wow, it must be amazing living in a rainforest!
Rouge: *Laughs* Well, I wasn't in my birthplace very long, only until I was a month or two old, then the... Umm, accident, happened so I set off and never settled down since then.
Me: That seems... Kinda rough...
Rouge: Nah, it wasn't all that bad, I guess. It's nice to see the world, but I guess all those long days without sleep or rest were pretty killer. *Giggles*
Me: *Laughs* Yeah, I guess that would really string someone out. Now, I've been wondering, if you could go anywheres in the world, just one last time, where would it be?
Rouge: Hmm, okay, that's a bit of a toughie... I'd have to say either my birthplace, or to the beach with Caleb. *Shy smile*
Me: *Laughs* You really like him, don't you?
Rouge: No, *shakes head*, I love him. *Smiles in a daydream*
Me: *Smiles* Well, I think that's about it, thanks for coming. *Hugs*
Rouge No problem, I guess it was kinda nice to take a break from making a new world. *Laughs* Bye!

Details;
-Golden colored eyes, no pupils
-Raven has red eyes, the only color possible for Whitewings
-Two larger candy canes coming from the head of raven, with two smaller candy canes coming out in between them
-Holly on ear has three leaves, only two red berries
-Red designs in somewhat the shape of holly leaves come around her eye

Art;
Close Up On Rouges Eye ♥
Another Close up, This Time Of Rouges Raven Skull ♥

Promises To Myself, BK13, And Rouge;
-I will love Rouge very much, and do my best to make stories for her, and even try to get art.
-If, by the next-to-impossible chance, I no longer feel a connection with Rouge, I will bring her back here to be re-adopted by someone who can take care of her, and not just let her collect dust.
-I will do my absolute best to adopt another male Fayble from here, and name him Caleb as a mate for Rouge.
-I will not just forget about this place whether I get Rouge or not, il still be active on here, no doubt

[Winterfaux]

I'm stuck between trying out for the whitewing and waiting to see what else you come up with... xDD

Well you can always switch!

[iBrevity]

Username; iBrevity.
Fayble number; #3.
Fayble name; Dame.
Fayble gender; Female.
What breed of fox you think it was; Red fox. x3
What will you use this Fayble for?; Dame will be one of my loved characters, a girl to cherish and adore. <3 I love her twisted mindset and her now degraded approach to love; and I adore how she interacts with Red [my other Fayble], the boy she calls her mate, the two that are somehow still in 'love' despite them both being more then just a little crazy. She will get lots of art of course and once I work out a proper anthro form they'll get some in those too. x3 I'm big on writing stories and since these two inspire me beyond belief, I know I would keep them active. 8D Besides, I love her already; her story has taken me places I never imagined before and she's just wonderful and amazing. <3 I hope my story and energy proves how much I want her. c:

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Personality:
Blindingly naive and innocent, Dame has held a childish attitude since birth.
She consistently believes the best of others, assuming that they will live up to her expectations; and due to this she trusts easily and instantly. For being a Fayble herself, its interesting that she still barely even believes in evil at all.
She has a fondness for music, and will sometimes beg Red to sing lullabies to her at night. They relax her and remind her of a cradle against her mother's stomach, and it was only here where she is truly relaxed. Sometimes she is forced to dredge up merely a mask of tranquility.
Her one true 'weakness' is Red, her mate. She loves him dearly and deeply, more vast of a love then the world might ever have seen before; and she will do literally anything for him. Their relationship is twisted and manipulative on both ends, but somehow Dame doesn't even notice or care. Red exists as the purpose of her existence; and if for some reason he ever turned away from him, she would not recover from the heartbreak.
For that matter, Dame expels justice wherever she goes. While many shy away from her for her backward wings, Dame will go fearlessly into any situations and punish the wrong and respect the right. Her sense of morals is keen; and her tongue golden, so she never hesitates when its time to speak her opinion.
Dame is a master of manipulating others to her benefit and unfortunately she usually doesn't even understand what she's doing is considered wrong. She is highly skilled at it because of her relationship with Red, and can flawlessly guilt trip even a stranger.
Her attitude on kits is like many young females; she desperately wants one. She brought the idea only once to her mate's attention and he gave her the cold shoulder for weeks, refusing to even look at her. Since then, she has refused to even let her thoughts dwell on it, but has inwardly promised herself that one day she will mother the litter she so dearly yearns for.
Without a litter, her maternal instinct is surprisingly strong, and she will sometimes 'adopt' orphans for a day or two, bringing them to either their own mother or someone else who can take care of them.
Unlike most of her kind, Dame enjoys socializing, and will actively seek out conversations and companions. This has earned her an odd reputation in her home but the animals are no longer afraid to speak with her as they were when she first traveled through. Instead, they respect her brief peace treaty and she find great minds within others; and although neither Red nor 'Baron' can understand this need for friends, she loves it.
On the note of Baron herself, oddly enough Dame loves the scrawny bird. She's fought for her more then once, sought to keep their relationship on the good side of friendship, and proved to Baron a thousand times over that she does, indeed, love the raven; but Baron is hard-stuck on her own commandments and refuses to admit to anybody that her charge is as much as her friend as Dame says.
Likes: ...
Dislikes:

Home: A rural pocket of wilderness in Kentucky; nomadic now.
Mate: Red.
Theme Song: I'm Gonna Fly by Sydney Forest [lyrics here.]
Other Songs:
+Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls is Red's song to her
+Forget You by Cee Lo Green is 'Baron's song to her
+Stuck Like Glue by Sugarland is her song to Red
Raven: A sarcastic little beast whose personality is nearly the opposite of Dame's. Affectionately she calls the snarky thing Baron [the gender is considered to be female so this is a pun], and the raven detests this. She forcefully states that herself and Dame can never be friends, and consistently disapproves of nearly everything she does; but Dame finds her cute and for whatever reason, still loves the scruffy white thing.

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Her Story:
I suppose I should have been more like a little suspicious of those velvet black wings, accompanied by the young fox's crooked smile and his empty eyes. I guess wariness had been bred out of me; for a hundred generations we had lived, unperturbed, in this small wooded hollow. Perhaps I was so desperate to see the good in him that I overlooked the bad; and Red's jagged little grin was enough to make my heart race.

He came in the midst of a winter evening, and the warning call of a delicately feathered raven heralded his entrance. I was the only one near, and so I braved the placid conversation of introduction, fearing it was merely another passing through and wishing for nothing more.

But when I slipped from the holly branches and glanced up at him, I was dumbfounded. The backwards glare of wings created a sharp angle, jutting up from his shoulder blades and sloping down in a posture that I could only describe as uncomfortable. He looked bored, tired, and from his hunched body language, more then a little lonely; but when the raven returned with an earsplitting caw, he noticed me and his grin that would one day become familiar twisted his mouth into a dark mischievous smile.

"Hello there..." He had purred in his smooth tone, and I could have sworn the words reached out and touched me themselves. I shivered from the intrusion and swallowed back the emotions that were clawing their way up the back of my throat.

"...hi." I said shortly, ducking my head. Somehow the glimpse of holly from the corner of my eye relaxed me a little; I reminded myself that although I had never heard of winged foxes, or any natural creatures wearing wings the wrong way, he seemed normal enough. I could hear his heartbeat, and that was enough for me.

Eventually the lacking presence of my manners drew a deep embarrassment from me and I offered him an apologetic smile. "I'm Dame. I came to see what a newcomer was doing here." I chuckled, trying to ease the suffocating feeling the conversation was rewarding me with, and his sinful smile simply widened as though he could sense my drowning spirit.

"Ah, I was drawn here by the wind, and the calls of my raven." He gestured his chin up at the bird that rested on a branch above us, arrogantly preening his slender feathers. "The name is Red." He added after a moment, cocking his head partially to one side. "Do you live here, Dame?"

The way he said my name should have foretold something, I suppose. Looking back now, I recognize what a fool I was being, for no holy beast could ever draw shudders from someone from merely speaking their name. When he looked at me I abruptly felt owned, mastered, dominated; and somehow, my reaction was far from negative.

It literally took me a full few seconds to catch my breath again and I curled my tail around one of my back legs, feeling like something unspeakable had just passed between us. "...yes, I live here. There are quite a few foxes here, actually." I managed to comment, taking one unconscious step backwards. "Excuse me, Red, but I have something to catch tonight. Perhaps I will see you again sometime."

It took me the greatest amount of emotional strength I had ever exuded to leave his intoxicating company. But my instincts and grumbling belly reminded me of the emptiness there and I knew I had to find dinner for myself; but as I turned to leave, his chuckle stayed me. "I would love to hunt with you. Do you mind a companion?"

I tossed a smile over my shoulder at him and wiggled my tail back and forth, excited at the prospect. "Of course not." I replied immediately, and the promise of a hunt freed my attitude a little; I laughed when he blinked at me. "Come on, slowpoke; if you don't get moving the rabbits will be long gone."

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The boy was a master at manipulation, for he came into the skulk [a group of foxes] with the air of someone just underneath arrogance so as not to be hated and just above low self-esteem. It was amazing how he had made friends with all; and still he found time for me, the vixen he called his 'Precious Girl', and for the first time in my life I felt as though I was falling into love.

I was wary about this and he noticed when I found excuses to slip away from him or be certain to keep another companion in our midst. At first he didn't mention it, just watched me go with those vast eyes, but eventually the night came where he found me alone; and asked me if I hated him.

I was caught off guard by the open hurt in his gaze, the first time I had ever seen any emotion present at all. I scrambled to soothe him, pressed my muzzle into his scruff and blurted, "No. No no, I love you."

For a moment the silence was heartbreaking. Then, abruptly, he laughed, and the sound was free, and his raven shadow above us screeched, but I was so distracted I misheard the cruel, disbelieving caw as something happy. "I love you too, Dame." He murmured, licking my nose and laughing again. "So, so much." I was so foolish back there, so naive. I misread the twisted affection in his eyes as the love he proclaimed and I accepted the fox as my mate with no hesitations.

Sometimes I like to entertain the idea that his raven was trying to warn me. Sometimes I like to think that I knew that; and I fell in love anyway.

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[insert moar story here]

[planned things include; Red 'falls' for her, desperate for something to ease his perpetual loneliness; and she falls for him too. Knowing that he could only keep her with him if she was like him, Red comes to her late one night well into their relationship bleeding and tells her that someone {her sister} was trying to seduce him away from Dame; and she goes wild, stoked into a fury of envy and jealously and a burning possession, and she ruthlessly murders her sister; after which she crawls back to Red's side and tells him that she's done something bad. Really bad. She slips into a dream state and when she awakes a beautiful albino raven smiles down at her and tells her if she doesn't flex her wings soon they feathers will dry stiff. x3 Obviously Red comes back and the two are still in love, in a really twisted way... his song to her is Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls. xD]