Username; White_Wolf_Bane
Fayble number; 1
Fayble name; Sterling
Nicknames include The Silver Reaper, The Sterling Reaper, and Blood scent, due to his nose.
What breed of fox you think it was; He was probably a silver fox, with perhaps a little cuelpo in him aswell?
What will you use this Fayble for?;
Probably for drawing, stories, guest apperences in a comic I'm making, and as one of the most epic character's i'd ever own XD
Fayble number; 1
Fayble name; Sterling
Nicknames include The Silver Reaper, The Sterling Reaper, and Blood scent, due to his nose.
What breed of fox you think it was; He was probably a silver fox, with perhaps a little cuelpo in him aswell?
What will you use this Fayble for?;
Probably for drawing, stories, guest apperences in a comic I'm making, and as one of the most epic character's i'd ever own XD
As white, pure snow flutters around me, burning and bloody memories surge into my mind. How I got here, how I became what I am today. I decided, as repenence for what I had done, to visit the sight of my most crule act and remind myself of what I must do. As I walk closer to the woods, a decaying willow, with a gapping hole benieth its roots, morphs into my vision. I wince slightly at the sight. I was contrite about what I had done; deeply and truely so.
Back when I was "normal", when I was just a fox, I had a knack, no, a thirst for villany. I would steal fresh kills, dens, makeshift kit toys, and bird eggs; and souls. Wind had blown that night at least three times as hard as it had on this day, and the snow was thick and heavy.
Thick, heavy snow flakes swooped past, loddging in my fur and burning my eyes. It was a blizzard the like I had never seen, and I needed to find shelter. That was when I saw the weeping willow. That was when I was determined to take that den, even is others already lived there. I ran twoards the oais in this blinding desert of snow eagerly and peered inside. It had been taken by a female fox and her kits. I snarled, my then brown eyes glaring in the darkness. My reputation had proceeded me well, and they left imediatly, tails tucked fermly between their legs.
I crawled inside and curled up in the soft, warm, bedding. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard a growl twice as menacing as my own as I was yanked out into the cold by the scruff of my neck. It was the Male fox, comming to defend his family. after he tossed me, I imediatly got back up onto my feet, blocking his way into the den. I snarled as my teeth shown a brilliant silver to match my fur. He snarled back, and the fight was on, no words were spoken.
We slashed and teared at eachother as the rest of the family watched in horror. The mother tryed to usher her kits back into the safety of the den, but their tiny paws were frozen to the ground. Both of us had become a bloody mess in the onslaught of fangs, but my opponent was at a disadvantage; he was too old to keep up with my spry and limber movements.
I finaly had got an opening as the old fox was catching his breath. In the blink of an eye, I was at his throat and feeling a warmth in my jowels. He was dead. The female had turned around to see the horror of what I had done, and in a flash of rage and fury, charged me. Before I had even realized what had happened, she lay dead at my paws aswell. I had become a mass of rage and fury, and I wasn't done yet. The kits became reanimated, suddenly, and made a last ditch effort for the den. I grabbed one that was orange and black in my powerful maws and flung it. I then staired, snarling at the remaining orange and brown one as realization started to kick in.
I blinked before shooting up and seaching for the kit I had flung in a snow bank near by. In my frenzied seach, I bearly noticed that the other kit had run off, deep into the forrest. Finaly, deep in the snow drift, bloody and briused, I found the kit uncoious. I picked it up as gently as I could and ran off into the storm to find help. I couldn't believe what I had done.
The blizzard began to intensify to the point where I couldn't see were I was. I had become tired and weary as I dropped to the ground, placing the unconcious kit at my feet. I began to yelp loudly for help, or for the pup to wake up. My mind was so muddled, I still can't remember which. Suddenly, out of the white inferno a black mass swooped twoard us. It landed by my head facing the kit.
My god.... It's... dead...
The crow opened its gapping beak and cawed, looking into my stained soul with blood red eyes. It gave the kit a hungry glance and I stumbled to my feet. I gave it a weak snarl through my bloody muzzle.
"N-no... You can't... have it. It's... still alive!" I dizzily lunged at the foul bird as it lept up and began pecking my face. I stumbled back, wearily trying to defend myself. Its caws were defaning at it pecked at my head and eyes.
Sin comes with stains, so your pelt must have stains as well...
As the crow continued to peck, a mass of black feathers swirled around me, signifying the beginig of the tranformation. Backward wings sprouted from my bloodstained back, adding to my pain. Red markings lined my face and torso, and they began to glow slightly as the crow ceased pecking. It flew up and landed on my lower back, where it seemed to melt, wings outstreched. In the crow's stead, it left nothing but it's skull on the base of my tail, red eyes still burning. I colapsed in the snow from exsaustion.
In my waking momments, I saw a furry orange blob in my blurry vision. It poked me with it's tiny paw and asked, "Mister? Mister? Are you alright?" I rolled up onto my stomach and cleared out my eyes. It was the pup from the night before; the one I thought was dead. She looked up at me with bright green eyes, wagging her tail. I gave her a shocked look.
"Don't you even know who I am?!" I asked her in disbelief. She staired at me, really hard, for a momment before nodding. "You're a fallen angle, silly! That's why your wings are all twisted and burnt up!" I looked at my back to find she had been telling the truth. Then, I asked her a baisic question; "Do you know where your parents are?" I of course, already knew, but curiosity forced me to ask.
Her head sunk. Just as I thought. "I-I don't exactly know..." What? She didn't remember? "B-but I was hoping that you could be..." I gave her a sympathetic look before standing. She looked up at me with her sad green eyes.
"Do you want to come with me or not?" I asked, smiling slightly. Her face brightened and her tail wagged as she pranced up next to me. Someone this cheerful and bright does not deserve to travel with a murderer; especialy one that killed her parents.
To this very day, she still asks me why we have to visit that den every year, and I always say the same thing;
To atone for past sins and grevences I owe to the dead...
Back when I was "normal", when I was just a fox, I had a knack, no, a thirst for villany. I would steal fresh kills, dens, makeshift kit toys, and bird eggs; and souls. Wind had blown that night at least three times as hard as it had on this day, and the snow was thick and heavy.
Thick, heavy snow flakes swooped past, loddging in my fur and burning my eyes. It was a blizzard the like I had never seen, and I needed to find shelter. That was when I saw the weeping willow. That was when I was determined to take that den, even is others already lived there. I ran twoards the oais in this blinding desert of snow eagerly and peered inside. It had been taken by a female fox and her kits. I snarled, my then brown eyes glaring in the darkness. My reputation had proceeded me well, and they left imediatly, tails tucked fermly between their legs.
I crawled inside and curled up in the soft, warm, bedding. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard a growl twice as menacing as my own as I was yanked out into the cold by the scruff of my neck. It was the Male fox, comming to defend his family. after he tossed me, I imediatly got back up onto my feet, blocking his way into the den. I snarled as my teeth shown a brilliant silver to match my fur. He snarled back, and the fight was on, no words were spoken.
We slashed and teared at eachother as the rest of the family watched in horror. The mother tryed to usher her kits back into the safety of the den, but their tiny paws were frozen to the ground. Both of us had become a bloody mess in the onslaught of fangs, but my opponent was at a disadvantage; he was too old to keep up with my spry and limber movements.
I finaly had got an opening as the old fox was catching his breath. In the blink of an eye, I was at his throat and feeling a warmth in my jowels. He was dead. The female had turned around to see the horror of what I had done, and in a flash of rage and fury, charged me. Before I had even realized what had happened, she lay dead at my paws aswell. I had become a mass of rage and fury, and I wasn't done yet. The kits became reanimated, suddenly, and made a last ditch effort for the den. I grabbed one that was orange and black in my powerful maws and flung it. I then staired, snarling at the remaining orange and brown one as realization started to kick in.
I blinked before shooting up and seaching for the kit I had flung in a snow bank near by. In my frenzied seach, I bearly noticed that the other kit had run off, deep into the forrest. Finaly, deep in the snow drift, bloody and briused, I found the kit uncoious. I picked it up as gently as I could and ran off into the storm to find help. I couldn't believe what I had done.
The blizzard began to intensify to the point where I couldn't see were I was. I had become tired and weary as I dropped to the ground, placing the unconcious kit at my feet. I began to yelp loudly for help, or for the pup to wake up. My mind was so muddled, I still can't remember which. Suddenly, out of the white inferno a black mass swooped twoard us. It landed by my head facing the kit.
My god.... It's... dead...
The crow opened its gapping beak and cawed, looking into my stained soul with blood red eyes. It gave the kit a hungry glance and I stumbled to my feet. I gave it a weak snarl through my bloody muzzle.
"N-no... You can't... have it. It's... still alive!" I dizzily lunged at the foul bird as it lept up and began pecking my face. I stumbled back, wearily trying to defend myself. Its caws were defaning at it pecked at my head and eyes.
Sin comes with stains, so your pelt must have stains as well...
As the crow continued to peck, a mass of black feathers swirled around me, signifying the beginig of the tranformation. Backward wings sprouted from my bloodstained back, adding to my pain. Red markings lined my face and torso, and they began to glow slightly as the crow ceased pecking. It flew up and landed on my lower back, where it seemed to melt, wings outstreched. In the crow's stead, it left nothing but it's skull on the base of my tail, red eyes still burning. I colapsed in the snow from exsaustion.
In my waking momments, I saw a furry orange blob in my blurry vision. It poked me with it's tiny paw and asked, "Mister? Mister? Are you alright?" I rolled up onto my stomach and cleared out my eyes. It was the pup from the night before; the one I thought was dead. She looked up at me with bright green eyes, wagging her tail. I gave her a shocked look.
"Don't you even know who I am?!" I asked her in disbelief. She staired at me, really hard, for a momment before nodding. "You're a fallen angle, silly! That's why your wings are all twisted and burnt up!" I looked at my back to find she had been telling the truth. Then, I asked her a baisic question; "Do you know where your parents are?" I of course, already knew, but curiosity forced me to ask.
Her head sunk. Just as I thought. "I-I don't exactly know..." What? She didn't remember? "B-but I was hoping that you could be..." I gave her a sympathetic look before standing. She looked up at me with her sad green eyes.
"Do you want to come with me or not?" I asked, smiling slightly. Her face brightened and her tail wagged as she pranced up next to me. Someone this cheerful and bright does not deserve to travel with a murderer; especialy one that killed her parents.
To this very day, she still asks me why we have to visit that den every year, and I always say the same thing;
To atone for past sins and grevences I owe to the dead...
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