Number: 5
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Name: Marzipan (Marz for short :3)
Species: Fox
Personality: Sweet and shy, but you do not want to get on her bad side! Treat her or her friends/family badly, and you better watch your back! She is an expert at revenge. She can be quite passionate, but she is very cautious with new people. She can be cautious, and fierce at times. A many-sided vixen!
Likes: Marzipan, flowers, weapons, the outdoors, nighttime, and spring. She loves freedom, and plotting against the Bonedeath.
Dislikes: Bees, carrots, hot weather, bad smells, all of the Bonedeath foxes, especially Matar.
Background: Must keep running, can’t stop now, they have gotten closer, must run, must run, must run…. Hide… need to hide. Tired…. Must sleep…. NO! Must stay awake, must run, escape, don’t get caught, can’t get caught… No escape… can’t make it… lost… so tired… must keep going, gogogogo, run…. Can’t go back, no… can’t go back… run.
Marzipan was in deep trouble. The whole army of Bonedeath-fox warriors were on her tail. Her breathing was labored and rough; each breath was a colossal effort. The paws of the warrior foxes beat out a terrifying tattoo on the hard, dusty, earth. Marz knew that if she didn’t act fast, she would be captured. After what she had done, Marzipan realized how harsh and terrible the punishment would be. She was at the disposal of the cruel chief that she had run away from. He might kill her instantly, but it was more likely for him to let her die slowly and painfully. She had to think fast, before she was slaughtered. Suddenly, she felt a sharp, searing pain in her flank, caused by one of the Bonedeath’s poison-tipped arrows-not deadly, but causing whatever surface it struck to go dead and limp. She collapsed in a pathetic pile, no longer able to move. Soon her pitiful form was being dragged off by the Bonedeaths. She tried to fight back, but her efforts were in vain. She was overcome by foes, each one excitedly poking at her with their weapons, until she was bleeding and bruised. She had lost all hope.
Hours later, Marz woke to a strong pounding in her head. She winced, rolling her swollen and dry tongue around her parched mouth. She slowly opened her eyes, doing double-take when everything appeared upside down. She gathered her bearings by gazing around, although her vision was drastically altered. Being tied upside-down in a tree with an extreme headache did not make it easy- or comfortable- to look around. Marzipan winced as she turned her stiff neck to get a better view of her surroundings. She quickly recognized where she was- the Bonedeath camp. Ugly black smoke rose from small fires. Warrior foxes covered from ear-tips to tail in gruesome and fierce tattoos, dressed in dirty rags, and bearing multiple, deadly weapons. Marzipan knew that she was in a deadly situation…. And there was no hope. After what she had done to Chief Matar, she was right to have no hope.
I wake to an awful pounding in my head and a sharp pain in my flank. My tongue is dry in my mouth, and my stomach twists with hunger and thirst. I am scared… scratch that, terrified. I can’t believe I let myself get caught again! I painfully open my large violet eyes, taking in my surroundings. Tied by my hindpaws to a high branch of a huge oak, I am dangling above the Bonedeath band. The ferocious fox warriors that had brought me down are camped out below, fighting over trivial things, like meat roasting over the fire. I’ve been here before. I don’t like it. I recall my first capture…
I was in the cozy den with my mother. I vaguely remember her… she was beautiful, her fur like warm vanilla, her eyes like the midnight sky. I remember sleeping next to her on cold nights, playing with her in the daytime, her teaching me to hunt… and that is when my memories end. They came. The Bonedeath. I remember screaming, pain… seeing my mother getting murdered, her blood carcass getting thrown into the river. Being dragged off to the Bonedeath camp to become a slave. For years I would do nothing but serve the awful creatures that murdered my mother. Disobey, make a small mistake, and the results are devastating, fatal. I grew skinny and weak, willing to do anything for an extra crust. And then Matar saw me. He decided he liked the looks of me, and he took me as his wife. It was horrible. I got fed on the best of foods and wine, got called ‘Lady’ and was treated well, but it was terrible. Matar would take his anger out on me, and soon I had even more beat-marks than I had as a slave. He did many, unspeakable horrible things to me. So one night, last night, I ran away. I told a little white lie about wishing to go on a stroll. He sent me off with two guards, which were both quite daft. I managed to trick them by saying that I had to relive myself. They left me be. Then I ran. When the guards returned without me, Matar was very angry. He killed the two foxes that were guarding me. He sent out his best runners and fighters to capture me, and in little time they had caught up. I was still very weak, you see, and fatigue and exhaustion were getting the best of my sore being. Then one of his archers shot me in the flank, my whole leg becoming limp and useless. I was finished.
So now I am living in a tree. A fox-guard, a fat one named Halfbrush (due to his lack of a tail- half of it was severed off in a battle), noticed that I was awake. He came to me with a small ladle of dingy water. He laughs roughly, jabbing me with his spearbutt and taunting me. “Well, ‘Lady’, want your water? Have fun’ drinkin while ‘upsi down! HAWHAHWHAWHAW! Funny, ain’t it? I gots some water in this here ladle, and I’m surposed to give it to yew, no matter wot, so yew better drink up vixen!” I growled at Halfbrush, feeling anger through my pain. “You are nothing, fox. Someday soon I’ll finish you off, I’ll finish you all off, you see!” Halfbrush just laughed beckoning to a vixen who was sitting at a fire nearby. “Oy, Daggertooth, c’mere, the ‘Lady’ ‘ere thinks she can finish usn’s off, single pawed!” Daggertooth came up to me, her ugly tattooed face breaking into a grin, her pointed yellow teeth dangerously close to my snout. “Back off, vixen.” I snarled, which was not a smart decision, on my part. Daggertooth sheathed her long sword and dealt me a stinging belt to the cheek. “Yew don’t treat me like that, vixen. Hows that feel, huh?” Daggertooth taunted. I ignored her, and Halfbrush gave me my water. He splashed the water onto my face, most of it not even getting into my mouth. What did make it into my mouth could not be swallowed, but it soothed my swollen tongue. The effects from my long run, capture, beatings, and current predicament finally took their tool. I drifted into the deep, dark, unknown world of unconsciousness.
Sorry that it is a bit long.... D: More to be added in the future, if I get her. XD Oooo, suspense! 8D
Oh, and the background story was has a slight Redwall concept... sortakindanotreally
A picture you drew:
Sorry about the fail of anatomy and shading. X3 I'm not good at using the oekaki.
It's not too good, but I thought it wouldn't hurt to try. ^-^
