❄ ｗｉｎｔｅｒｓｐｅｌｌ❄ ᵃʳᶜᵗᶤᶜ ᶠᵒˣ ʳᵖ ⁻ ᶰᵒ ˡᵒᶰᵍᵉʳ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶤᶰᵍᵎ

[raezel]

ｙｍｉｒ
As the vixen tossed her head from side to side, trying to catch a glimpse of any obviously visibly prey to catch, her eyes spread wide in anticipation and hope, her ears shot back as the sound of sudden movement behind her caught her attention. Turning behind her, Ymir spotted Zyon, a fairly neutral behaved reynard, cantering up to her, his paws clashing with the frozen ground of the earth. Her glare in the distance changed into a warm tone of greeting as the familiar fox's face came closer and clearer into view. His words to her were barely audible. She had to turn her entire body towards him as he spoke in hopes that she could hear him a tad better. While he was a tad loud in volume, she was aging after all, and she was slightly becoming hard of hearing. She didn't let it blog her down though; she couldn't just sit and lie down just because she was having slight issues with hearing the world around her, right? She'd never given up in the past, and surely, she wouldn't plan on, let alone think of giving up now. Letting her thoughts drift away from her issues of her senses failing her at times, she let out a small grin at Zyon, before returning to her natural face of looking neutral, neither worried nor calm, neither angry nor upset. Her eyes kept contact with the reynard the entire time, never once daring to dart away.

"Oh, greetings, Zyon," she spoke in a rather chiming tone, "what brings you out here on such occasion? All the ruckus knock you out of your sleep?" As she spoke in a rather calm manner, she slowly eased her backside down on a patch of snow in that melting, crunchy stage. A few straw flakes of snow stuck to her fur, melting almost instantly against the heat of the reminiscence of what was left of her winter coat. "I can't personally blame you, all the commotion in the changing season, it's just got everyone on their toes in excitement and anticipation of the spring to come. It's rather hard to get a good night's shut-eye nowadays." She rolled her head back and let out a large, wide mouthed yawn, her jowls stretching to their full capacity and showing every tooth in her skull, tongue rolling off and drooping down. A loud whine like noise erupted from her mouth, breaking the silence of the tundra valley. Before she could comment on her sudden boom in volume, her jaws clamped shut with a clack of teeth clenching together, and she let out just the slightest snort in pure amusement. Looking back at Zyon, she tilted her head off kilter just the slightest, and one of her ears twitched just the tiniest bit, as she waited for a reply from the fox.

ｏｄｉｎ
Odin had began to relax, letting his muscles ease from their prior tension and allowing himself to take a large wiff of the early morning air. His ears twitched slightly at the sounds of birds beginning to rise into the sky from their slumber, as well as the occasional rustle of the new grass being shifted to and fro by the light breeze. Looking out and about the valley from his current position, Odin noticed a distant figure padding amongst the grass, almost bounding back to their homeland. He flinched in his stance when he saw the figure, now visibly a fox at this distance, take a divebomb of a fall into the dirt and kicking up a few patches of ground. His eyes widdened, as if trying to spot if the fox was alright, and upon seeing it rise back onto its paws from its tumble, he let himself ease back down from his state of alertness. It was at this point he averted his attention elsewhere; just another scout on night duty that simply tripped up and was heading back to camp, nothing of too much alarm. Let it be known he was extremely thankful for his position as a hunter and fighter; the last thing he would ever want to do was to pace around the valley's extremes and hike a leg to mark scent while trying to avoid distant danger. He had always thought to himself it would be much better, in his mind, to end up just going hunting off and on in the day and night, rather than half day shifts, and at least he wouldn't be alone looking at the fact that he had Zbigniew on his side during hunting shifts. Hopefully in time, too, more foxes would come to join his rank, and hopefully they wouldn't be as much of a spazzmastic bundle of energy like self proclaimed "Zbit." Sure it was nice to have someone enthusiastic to entertain him, but his constant jumpiness made hunting a bit of a difficult task at times.

Shrugging the thought off, his attention turned towards - you guessed it - Zbigniew, jumping and hurdling himself about on a distant boulder. Odin let out a soft, barely audible chuckle of amusement, before shaking his head and letting out a gentle sigh. Zbigniew surely had the right intentions of being a social, bubbly fox, but Odin swore he could just be a bit overenthusiastic at times. Nonetheless, he still made good company, and at least provided somebody to chat with every once and a while. He had been around ever since Odin could remember, always there being his normal, extravagent self. As always, Zbigniew was trying to attract the attention of something, somewhere, though it wasn't clear what. Maybe it was the scout fox, now approaching camp, or maybe he was trying to get the attention of Odin. Whatever his intentions, it was working. It was working well enough that it was a sure fact that the rest of the skulk was going to be wide awake in the next few moments from his booming calls of distant greetings. Odin was sure he didn't want to be around when a grumpy group of foxes was loudly and abruptly awoken, so he began to slowly drift away from the ruckus and moved down the slopes; surely it wasn't too early for a morning hunt, was it?

[Namara]

Ryk

My Past.
"I was told that my mother was very beautiful. I wouldn't know. I was told that she was led here by the stars, traveling for days to find a safer place to raise her kits. She died after giving birth to us, my mother. She knew we would be of use to this skulk. I was lucky to have been giving the knowledge of healing, and that is my heart's job; to make it easier for us to survive out here, in this cold desert."
Physical Description.
Ryk has been told he resembles his mother, but he believed that he is average; white coat in the Winter, dark brown-gray coat in the Summer. His eyes are a bright, clear Hazel, and his nose is black with a tiny splotch of pink in the corner.
Personality
Ryk is generally calm. He tries to take on a bit ore than he can handle, which causes some periods of overwhelming stress every so often. Other than this, he has a more sarcastic humor, and is the type that doesn't get jokes very often.
Desired Rank/Position in the skulk.
Healer Reynard
▪ Any current/prior relationships they may have had.
No current or prior relationship.
▪ Any other information you feel the need to include!
It is not a big disability, but the toes on his back-right paw are nearly immobile.

[raezel]

( i could possibly ask for you to be a little more detailed, but don't worry, you're definitely on the right track. just needs a little more 'oomph' is all! )

[Rotten]

Bogumila

|Bogumila (Bo-gu-mia)|Nickname- Mia|Vixen|Scout|Currently- Going to check something out|Feeling- frustrated|Tags- Zbigniew|Word Count- 603 words, 3183 characters

I am so homesick now for
Someone that I never knew
I am so homesick now for
Someplace I will never be

Bogumila had just gotten to the sleep state, dreams were ready to creep into her head and show her false visions. Yet suddenly a loud booming voice woke her right up and caused the skittish fox to jump. Her fur was all on end now, causing bits of white fly off of her. She looked around wildly to find the source of the loud noise. Was something bad about to happen? A threat? The loud booming came about once again.

"Ello, privet, ohio! I'm right here!"

All fear that Bogumila had just felt melted into anger. This was no threat. Just stupidity. She looked up and saw it was none other then Zbigniew. He was jumping around on top of a very big and smooth rock a bit far off. Questions quickly filled her mind as she stared at the distant figure in disbelief. How was it possible for this fox to be so loud? And how did he even get on top of that huge boulder? Bogumila was a scout, she climbed all kinds of dangerous stuff. And that was a rock even she wasn't sure if she would climb. If he fell he was a goner. The dumb canid was going to get himself killed! Bogumila tended to be a quite fox as many knew, but when it came to Zbigniew, he got on her nerves. Especially when he wakes her up from a nap.

"Zbigniew, you dumb mouse head! Shut up in the name of winter and get down from there!" she yelled up at him with a surprisingly loud voice. She could see the far off fox turn his body to look at her. He seemed to recognize her.

"Oh, hi Mia! Lovely morning huh?! By the way, what did you just say?!" he called back at her, still being loud and obnoxious. Bogumila swore she was about to go over there and stuff a rock down his throat so he would never talk again.

"I hope you get eaten by a snow owl!" she yelled back at him. Snow owls were huge and one of the biggest types of owls. There were some out there that could definitely carry off a fox.

"What?!" Zbigniew responded back even louder than before. Bogumila had about enough of this. It's obvious she wasn't going to be able to take a nap here. No point at being in camp then. She sighed a little bit before stomping out of camp. This was why she hated living with others. She only did it cause she knew her chances of survival were larger here. This small white fox wanted to leave very bad. Just start walking off and never looking back. The world was out there and begging to be seen. She wanted to see it. Alone. For that was all this fox knew. She never had friends or grew bonds before. Why start now? Why trust others? Why bother with them? She found it scary and unnecessary. Then there was love! Oh such an odd thing. It was just about the time when everyone gets an itch to find love. Yes, even she felt that desire. But she would not give into it. Having a partner....Bogumila just couldn't see that. Especially when it came to her. Her personality was terrible. No one would like such a fox who was awkward with words and expression, plus she wasn't really attractive, just plain.

The young fox let out a frustrated huff and crept along quietly. She didn't want to alert danger and this time was planning on checking out a certain area. Alone, as always.

Zbigniew

|Zbigniew (Ze-big-kne-ew)|Nickname- Zbit|Reynard|Hunter/fighter|Currently- Falling off a ledge|Feeling- shock, in pain|Tags- Ymir, Zyon, Bogumila|Word Count- 672 words, 3562 characters

I'm telling you the sun never goes away
And all i do is talk, talk, talk all day
I'm talking my life away

Zbigniew was still trying to get the attention of the far off fox. It wasn't working though. However, Zbigniew could be stubborn at times. Soon another fox had come into the picture, and was now talking to the fox in the distance. Ah, now that there were two foxes far away, Zbigniew wanted to get both of their attention and started trying even harder now. Soon however, Mia had started yelling at him. This caused the white fox to go quiet for a second. He turned all the way around and realized he could see the camp from up here. This was just too cool. The fox then realized that he was much higher up than he had originally thought, not that he didn't mind though.

He soon spotted the figure that was yelling at him and realized it was Mia. The two then had a yelling discussion, though he couldn't really hear what Mia was saying. Soon Mia left the camp, and he watched her figure get farther and farther away. He wondered where she was going...Zbigniew smiled. She must have been so inspired with his words that she felt like she needed to go out and do some more work. He decided that was the case. With that done...Zbigniew turned around and started yelling at the two foxes in the distance again.

"Hhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllloooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!" he yelled and continued jumping, a bit higher than usual. Then it happened. Zbigniew jumped a little to high and when he landed, one of his paws slipped and he started going over the ledge of the high boulder. With a startled yip, he quickly tried to scoot himself back, but the rock was a bit too smoothed for that. To explain this boulder in more detail, it was like a tree. The top was round and smooth, than it thinned out with bits of stone jutting out and then it got big and round again at the bottom. This was stone that had been smoothed out by the weather for many years.

Zbigniew was going over, his limbs in a whole mess as he tried desperately to avoid following off the ledge. Loose gravel and dust was flung around and was flung off the ledge and would soon land on the ground, except the dust which was blown away by the wind. Zbigniew's body rolled off the ledge and soon he was in the air, about to fall to his death. He was overcome by terror and everything was going in slow motion for him. It was odd that his only thought while he was in the air was how he was as high up as a bird was when they took the air. He wondered if this could count as flying. That was the thought that came through his head as he fell down. It felt slow to him, but was fast to any onlookers.

But instead of hitting the ground, the somewhat lucky fox fell on the highest slab of stone that branched out of this his mound of stone, it was wide enough so that he wouldn't fall again. He hit the stone with a loud thud, his left shoulder being the first thing to touch it. The impact caused him to be in shock. Basically he had fallen and landed on his shoulder which then his body fell sideways. Now he was just laying down on his right side, breathing fast and shaking like crazy. He was alive, and would be fine thankfully. Shocked and in a lot of pain, but fine. The only thing to worry about was his left shoulder and of how to get him down from there. If he had landed on his head...well he may not be here right now.

Zbigniew's mind was in a rush right now due to the shock, adrenaline coursing through his body. What was he going to do? He tried to call out for help but only a pathetic tiny whimper came out. So he merely laid there, trying to calm down.

[DreamsFlyToStarrySky]

Dalia

Dalia stared ahead, her eyes locked on a rodent. "Ready... Steady... Chase" she whispered to herself before darting after the rodent. Her paws missed the first time, the second time, too but the third time was always lucky. Right as Dalia was tiring, the rodent paused. Dalia took a quick glance around, looking for any danger that could have distracted her prey, but found nothing. She leapt onto the frozen rodent, killing it with a single swipe of a claw. "Yes" she whispered, a glint of joy in her eye. She took a quick nibble then decided she wasn't hungry. Cautiously, Dalia took the rodent towards a pebble. A pebble? What would that do? She stood on it. A secret passage? Nothing happened. Then she began digging. Oh, a marker! She dropped the rodent in and left. Well, what was the point in that hunt?

She simply walked back to where the others were. Dalia curled up planning on resting her paws after the unneeded chase.

[raezel]

( oh, whoops, sorry dreams! didn't see your post, didn't recognize a new face, haha. i'll add you to the member list asap, gotta study for a bio. test tomorrow. )

[Rotten]

((I was so confused D:
Like I saw her name and character and was like, "Wait...who?"
Welcome abroad Dreams! X3))

[LaBebesota]

Zyon

Cocking his head to the side, narrowing his oddly colored eyes, the young fox examined the alpha of the skulk, interest and curiosity burning from his pelt. He didn't know Ymir very well, now that he thought about it. They didn't talk very much, other than to discuss where the best places to hunt were or if there was a threat to the rest of the group. He realized he wasn't one to inquire much about another fox, and perhaps that was why he was lacking in the friend department... Not that he particularly cared, however. He was just fine being the strange, mysterious fox in the distance, the one who watched, the one who waited.

He was jolted from his thoughts by a raucous whine, his gaze snapped back to Ymir's pelt to find her mouth agape in a rather large yawn, revealing her sharp and pointed teeth. Her tongue lolling, Zyon's eyes glimmered with humor. Her jaws snapped shut, and Zyon let out a barely audible huff of laughter. He hadn't laughed in a while, he hadn't really felt any extreme emotion in awhile, but he seemed to be enjoying the little things more and more. "Tired still?" He asked, humor still edging his voice. He spoke a little louder this time, reading Ymir's body language, which seemed to be telling him she couldn't hear him well. She had turned completely towards him, her ears perked in his direction. He didn't really pay attention to the age of others, but he had to guess Ymir was at a respective age. She was alpha, after all, and one didn't simply become alpha by being a simpleton.

[DreamsFlyToStarrySky]

(Haha, sorry for not waiting, I'm just impatient Thank you for your welcome! I hope my character is accepted now that I've posted I think I recognise Meta from End It. Nice to see you again XD)

D A L I A
Mood: Curious, yet bored| Hunger: Slightly hungry-ready for a snack| Location: By the treasured pebble| Around: Lonely-| Female | Dalia|

Dalia woke from her nap, deciding it was time for that... rodent to be scoffed. Or nibbled on again. She peered out, yea, everyone's pretty occupied, and they shouldn't be distracted by a small white fox running towards a forest. Not at all. So, after checking one last time that the coast was clear, she ran. Nothing was stopping her. Ok, maybe if a fox saw her, but she wasn't that peckish. She wasn't about to starve.

As she entered the slightly bright forest she turned, scanned the forest, just to be sure no-one had followed her. It was her secret food stash, that few may mistake as a secret portal, but she wasn't that type, not at all.

The forest was not at all that large- just a few trees, but to Dalia this was a whole new secret forest. However, this wasn't secret. Why is everything secret?

This forest not at all new to Dalia, she was born here and raised here. Even when Killer left, she still remained here. Until she saw the others...

Then she moved, outside the forest.

Finally, she had arrived at the pebble, standing on it again. How did she remember it was this pebble? Is it magical? OK, this fox is creeping me out.

[Xelinator]

[ Form finished. I apologize how long the history part is in italics, but you don't have to read it, I just decided he needed a dramatic past. Everyone needs a dramatic past. cx Best part is how confusing is is. <3 Anyway, I have school Mon-Fri [obviously ^^] so I won't be on 24/7. Thank you ;D ]