Velocity. Semi-Literate Fox Roleplay

[Teacup-old]

Zmija- No, there's no limit on red foxes. I'd actually preffer a bunch of red foxes since they would be most likely to be where to roleplay takes place.

Everyone is accepted! (:

[Teacup-old]

We can start now! When we pop in it's going to be dawn, just to let you know.

[siimply]

Pryda stretched and yawned. Her pointed teeth pulled away from each other and made way for her long, pink tongue to slither out and curl. She quickly pulled her tongue back to her mouth and licked her chops. Ugh.. She thought, looking around. I'm STARVING The ginger fox blinked and pouted a little. She didn't like the fact that she was one of the few hunters that had to provide for the whole tribe. ((IDK what its called so I'm going to call it a tribe until I am corrected)) Another moment passed and the dark horizon bore a shining pink light. Dawn had come to bring another day and more work. Work that Pryda would have to do. Again, her stomach growled. The bitter vixen growled back at it and stood up and prepared to catch some prey.

[Teacup-old]

Lyra::
You hold me without touch,
you keep me without touch.
I never want so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.

Dawn was a time for beauty and love. Worry wasn't a thought in the head of the small red fox that watched the sun rise. Oh no, because as the sun rose, it paint a mural of all the good things in this world. Even Velocity couldn't ruin a moment like this. It was impossible. The yellows and the oranges just blended so well, it made you forget about what was out there in the world.

The young female, referred to as Lyra , stood from the her sitting position and shook her fur out. Most foxes would be getting up by now, so it was time to go greet them. She turned her back on the sunset, slowly making her way down the rock she had perched on. Her first stop was to see Stark, the only person who wouldn't want her to help with anything. The two were born the leaders and had to figure out a way to bend the elements. While Lyra was on to something, Stark had ignored her help and tried to do it his own way. Either way, there was still three leading spots.

Se me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be
But you're on to me and all over me.



Aztec::
You got designer shades,
just to hide your face and
you wear them around like,
you're cooler than me.

A small black body bounced it's way back to camp as it's feet never made a noise. Besides the few leaves and plants, it was a dead mission out here to try to hear someone walking. Everyone was so stealthy and no one wanted to be known as the one someone heard. His tail flicked, it's white tip softly brushing the outer layer of soil.

Most would think that just because our black fox here, Aztec, was a warrior he was built for death. Truth is, Aztec was scared of death. Yeah, he was a warrior, but that didn't stop him. No matter how crazy someone thought him to be, he would still always have the sound of death ringing in his ears.

And you never say hey,
or remember my name.
It's probably 'cause,
you think you're cooler than me.

[siimply]

The dawn loomed out before her and Pryda blinked as the peach and blood orange colors painted the sky, blinding her. It was beautiful, marking the start of a new day.. The red vixen soaked up the picturesque moment for a while longer, then turned. She jumped a little, seeing a small black fox standing at the edge of camp. She had not heard him enter, but then, who would ever hear a fox? So stealthy, so intelligent. All other animals were ants in comparison to the foxes' great abilities. Pryda padded closer to Aztec and nodded to him.
"Hey Aztec" She barked to him as she brushed by. "Beautiful Morning huh?"
The ginger fox sighed internally. She listened to the voices of her parents echoing inside her head : Try to be more social Pryda. Think about how others feel Pryda" Ugh. But if that's what her deceased parents had wanted, that's what they would get...She looked straight forward, not waiting for a reply and she walked farther, slowly though, in case he said something that she could claw his ears off for. That was always fun...

[ChemDog.]

Margo clumsily pounced on a leaf, tripping over her paws that were too big for her small body. She crunched the leaf with her sharp teeth, ripping it to shreds. Satisfied with her kill, she spat it out and bounced over to her next victim. A slightly arrogant rush of pride coursed through her small body. She had always been one for the hunt, and her future was tainted with many successful kills. Her bright hazel eyes reflexively darted to a movement to her left. She sighed, the dark amber pelt of her friend caught her eye. He was so still, she had become almost oblivious to his presence.
Akemi was her best friend, if not a brother to her. He was always there, watching over her. Occasionally he would seem to be lost in oblivion, his eyes staring blankly at nothing, but everything at the same time. She wondered what went on inside his head. He wasn't the kind to share his thoughts with anyone; it was a rare occasion when Margo had the slightest idea of what was going on internally.

﹤I like, where we are.

Cause our lips, can touch
And our cheeks, can brush
Our lips can touch, here﹥

Akemi sat, vaguely alert, watching the young kit with piercing amber eyes. He had taken the orphaned kit under his wing, and made sure she was always safe. It would be almost a year since the small bundle of fur had come into his life.. Would he still be able to protect her as she matured; Went out into the world all alone, fulfilling her duties to the clan? His thoughts were abruptly ended as a the energetic pup charged into his chest. He grunted, and looked down as Margo looked up at him with wide hazel eyes. "Don't hurt yourself." He said softly; but there was always a stern tone hidden in his smooth voice. Margo grunted with disapproval. He knew she was probably biting her tongue as to not rudely retort, as she so often did. A weary grin trickled its way up his slim muzzle. I'll admit, you've matured a lot, pup He thought to himself.

[ossa di cervo]

Blame me, blame me, blame me,
For m i s t a k e s you've made but you can't own,

Light spilled over Otava's face but he continued to stand straight as he watched over the camp. His eyes narrowed as they often did, and he whipped his tail to the side. The sandy fur on his back made him stand out in the camp and Otava tried to remember how he'd even come upon this place. Oh. Right. Velocity. The whole reason these foxes were together to start with. But even though Velocity was around, Otava was one of the few foxes that didn't have red-orange fur. He had to admit that it got him snarky remarks once in a while, but Otava took it like a trooper. Simple words wouldn't lower his courage or bravery. They'd have to tear his flesh off before any of that happened.

Otava watched calmly as foxes began to spill out of their nests and smiled lightly. This was his home, among the smaller, brighter foxes. His eyes went from one to the other and Otava puffed his chest, he was proud of this place, even though he wasn't born here. It was happy place even with the threat of Velocity breathing down their necks.

Hate me, hate me, hate me,
For every h o n e s t word that you've postponed

W i t h e r i n g away, a shrinking violet dies,
So full of life these lights have d r i e d me out.

Astel hopped from her nest as the small amount of sun leaked onto her torn, tattered pelt. She yawns largely, stretched her limbs then turned to her poor, half-missing tail, "Well buddy, looks like we're livin' another day!" The old fox padded out into camp and looked around. Pretty much everyone was already awake. Now was the time to strike then.

The old vixen grinned widely and walked to the middle of the camp, then started her babbling, "Doesn't anyone care for the old foxes such as myself anymore?! Honestly, look at me! How do you think I'm gonna take care of myself in these old days! I'm bound to keel over any day now and still I get no respect." Astel cackled inwardly as she waited for some kind of response to her desperate plea.

...I never thought this would consume me whole...

[Teacup-old]

Lyra::
You hold me without touch,
you keep me without chains.
I never want so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.

Lyra was one of the much smaller foxe around camp, but she was also one of the foxes that had the darkest coat. It made a pretty sight in the sun, but other than that really didn't do much other than keeping her looking good. Her ears pricked forward as she entered the camp, one of the elders screaming at everyone around her. Lyra's tail flicked as she made her way towards her calmly, "Mrs. Astel, you know we love you and greatly resect you. Please don't think otherwise. I will personally see to it that we get a warrior in there helping you."

Her head turned, a smile crossing her maw. Her tail lifted a little, "Have you seen Aztec around anywhere? He would love to help you." Lyra's eyes lit up as they caught the sight of Otava glancing over the camp. Her orange eyes turned back to the elder, "I'll go through camp and get you a warrior. No need to worry." Some might say the elder was special for getting the attention from Lyra. The truth was, though, the red fox just loved to be around anyone she could.

Se me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be
But you're on to me and all over me.



Aztec::
You got designer shades,
just to hide your face and
you wear them around like,
you're cooler than me.

Aztec's ears went back as he was spotted. He pulled his head back as she aproached. He meant to say, 'Yeah, sure', but somehow it came as "Uh, duh." He backed up a bit, his claws slowly digging into the dirt. All he could do was tell him he was an idiot in his mind. "Oh, that was an accident. Sorry, please don't kill me." he closed his eyes, still moving back until his rump hit a tree and fell back onto the ground. His ears pricked forward quickly, picking up the female's words.

And you never say hey,
or remember my name.
It's probably 'cause,
you think you're cooler than me.

[Kalaia]

((Excuse me for spamming but Zmija, wth is that first character of yours? It looks like a fox with down syndrome))

[siimply]

In her tracks, Pryda stopped. She flicked her ear once and turned her head to look at Aztec. Com'mon! The boy's gotta be kidding Me! This is too easy! She hated sass from another fox and the black dog's 'uh duh' Was too good. She began to growl when he quickly and rather feverishly apologized for what he'd said. Pryda's amber eyes glittered a little and she chuckled as he backed into a tree and flopped on his back. She pranced forward, swaying her ginger and black tail a little. What she was standing directly over him she chuckled again. "Silly furball" The dark amber vixen's words were sickly sweet as she spoke, almost in a mocking tone. "Of corse I'm going to kill you!"
She raised herself up on her haunches and lifted her paw. Then when her paw swung down, she cuffed Aztec over the ear. She circled around him once and then lowered her nose under his back and pushed him onto his feet. "Now let's try this again and this time I AM going to kill you!" Pryda crouched down like the hunter that she was, nothing close to a fighter, but this was only play..