[SnowStar]

Delta Velorum Foxes are tall looking foxes that are only located on the remote planet of Delta Velorum.

Standing between 2 - 2 1/2 feet at the should, Delta Velorum Foxes are very tall in appearance compared to Red Foxes on Earth. They tend to be long legged in appearance and are well known for their endurance and agility. Males tend to be more muscular then females while female are more slender and elegant in appearance. A Delta Foxes fur tends to be very soft and short, and come in a wide variety of natural colors. It is not uncommon to see them in roans and dun colors similar to horses and are commonly seen in cat colors and patterns as well (such as calico, tabby, bengal markings ect). However the combination of colors and patterns are limitless, and each Delta Velorum Fox is different from the next. No two are ever the same in looks. Delta Velorum Foxes can come in any eye color and combination - no matter if it's natural or unnatural. A fox with two or more eye colors (known as Heterochromia) is uncommon but not unheard of.

Variety:
Custom tail [Long relaxed], Custom facial markings. Heterochromia, PKS, CUSTOM LINES.
Will have custom scars, and has a custom cloak.



catahoula leopard dog / piebald theme.

Username;: Glomp
Name;: Bellamy
Name Meaning;: Fine friend/Good looking companion
Gender;: Todd



Scars;:
Bellamy seems to go into a situation head first, or for it seems for all his scars can be found on or around his face. His biggest one is located on his neck, taking his voice from him. →

Personality;: Curiosity killed the cat, so Bellamy thanks his lucky stars he's not one. Curious to a fault, he always getting into some sort of trouble, small or big, but always something he could have easily avoided. His lack of fear is what some would call brave, but most would call stupid. Seemingly not learning from his mistakes, he continues doing the thing that he know gets him in trouble. And yet, his easy going attitude can be refreshing. Smiles easily, he has a feeling of ease about him, it's easy to tell he doesn't judge those around him, often times being quite the jokester. Despite this, he can be quite the sass master. Usually in a more playful manner, he likes to tease other by giving a cheeky expression, a roll of his eyes, a quick twinkle of them, though if you get on his bad side, he tends to be a lot more sarcastic with expressing them.

Despite his cheery demeanor, he feels the heaviness of events that have happened in his past. Perhaps it's why he acts so carefree, but it does put a damper on some things. Despite the fact he doesn't judge others, he also doesn't feel as if he belongs with them, and as such, it's really hard to get close to him.

Relationships;:
His mother - Bellamy almost believed his mother was The Void in a physical form. She was mysterious, and seemed to disappear at the flick of a tail. She taught him many of her talents. Though he found her very loving, he always felt distance from her. He feels as if she always watches over him, despite her not being here.

His father - Not on good terms, considering his father tried to killed him. Bellamy can't stand his father, and as such, avoids him at all costs, though can't deny the subconscious respect he holds for him. His father couldn't have been happier that he left.

Minako - Perhaps the two could have been friends, but fate seemed to held something else for the two. Since they laid eyes on each other, they held a dislike for the other, but perhaps it was what she caught him doing. Despite this, he feels he owns her his life, without her he may have just gave up.





Story of a life:;

Part 1: Beginnings
She was a stunning young vixen, he a hopeless rouge, exiled from most clans. And yet, they were resistible to each other. Choosing him over her home, The Void, she never did return. And soon, one kit came from their union, which the vixen named Bellamy.

The rouge didn't know what to think of his son, and mainly let his mate take care of him.

His mother didn't seem to mind, but little Bellamy wanted so desperately to know his father. Often times, he would get into his father's business, trying to involve himself in his life, but it never worked..

His father slowly began to detest his own, and Bellamy slowly starting noticing. As he grew older, he began to hide his hurt by talking back, pretending his father had no hold on him. His mother was the sole reason he wasn't attacked, for his temperamental father respected her.

His father began to stay away longer, and his mother began to grow a little more tense. Little did Bellamy know this would be the start of his problems...

Part 2: Too much sass
Despite the gentle breeze, the day was far from peaceful. Static seem to fill the air, as father and son stared each other down. A smirk run across the cocky teenager, while his father held a more serious, seldom expression.

They had done it a million times, usually he was punished when his mother returned, but why would Bellamy care? It wasn't like his father would actually harm him.

"What? Am I stepping out of line again, old man?"

Perhaps he wouldn't have pushed his luck had he known what his father was thinking, but he continued exaggerating his movements as he mocked his father. A deep growl emitted from the older fox, holding back much of his rage. The younger one wouldn't take it as a warning sign, taking a prancing step towards the other.

"If I had known I would sire such a demon, I would have never allowed myself to be bewitched.." He muttered darkly, his son again took no notice.

"Ah come on, punish me. Mother can't see you, I know how you fear her." An annoying laugh followed, his specialty in such talks.

It was true, the vixen wasn't around.. the older todd suddenly felt as the chains had been lifted. Feeling a sneer twist his muzzle. A chuckle eased out, and Bellamy suddenly wasn't so sure of his choice of words.

"Brat, I've had enough of your sass. If you think your all that, then by all means, prove it. If not, I'll give you 10 clicks to run."

Wait what? Feeling a little sick, Bellamy stared at his father. He didn't mean.. surely it was a jest. Smirking again, he shook his head.

"I don't have to prove anything to you, how about I give you 10 clicks? No, 15, I'm sure you need th-" Unable to finish his sentence, his father snapped at him! Just backing off in time, he only just recuperated before the older fox went in again, this time taking some of his fur with him.

"Did you pay any attention to my tales?! I am the Blacken Sun, one man army! Enemy of all clans! " The bigger male flew at his son again, who barely got out of the way in time. He had never seen his father like this! Feeling his tail hiding behind his legs, Bellamy felt a rush of irritation. With his father, the situation, but mainly with himself. He shouldn't be so scared, it was his old man! Dodging again, he felt his muzzle twist.

Leaping, he aimed to land on his back, though found himself landing on the grass. A split second later, he was jumping back himself. Fighting back, he found the speed of his father was something he just couldn't match, his stamina was slowly draining and the older todd still was going strong. His tail was finding itself place back in between his legs, and this time he let it stay there.

Too slow!
Shocked the younger todd fell to the ground. His father left him with two gashes on his throat, and breathing heavily, was this what death felt like?

"What happen?!"

Mother!
Feeling some relief, he moved slightly, at least he would get to say goodbye. But as his mouth opened, it wasn't a goodbye that uttered from it, but a trickle of blood. It was then his world went black.

Regaining consciousness, he felt the warmth of another body. His bleeding had stopped, though left him feeling empty and weak. He didn't attempt to talk, his pain still linger.

Remaining this way for weeks, he slowly recovered. His mother didn't leave his side, and his father, who was forgiven, made sure they were fed. If Bellamy's mother hadn't been practicing potion making, perhaps he wouldn't have survive. As he gained back his strength, he notice his mother's coldness to him. It was as if she shunned him more then her mate, the cause of the problem.. right?

It was unfair.. his mother being mad, his voice being gone.. and as the young todd felt sorry for himself, the vixen drew close.

"Bellamy.. what you did was shameful, never in my life had I been so angry and yet worried. I have talked to your father, and believe that it is best if you make it on your own. ..We are banishing you."

Feeling just as he felt when he learned he couldn't win the fight, he looked pleadingly at his mother. If he could, he would beg her not too, he would promise to be good, he would.. feeling tears, he looked into her eyes, was she crying?

"Don't come back, I won't be able to save you a second time."

Licking away a tear, he swallowed back his own and tried a smiled. He would be fine, or at least he would pretend for her.. Slipping her scarf off, he watched curiously, cocking his head to one side. Slowly she slipped it around his neck, not a word was said as he couldn't hold back his tears anymore. He had never seen her remove her scarf, it had been her treasure, her last reminder of home. Cuddling close, he smelled his mother one last time.

"You must go now."

Backing off, he looked at her once more, nodding. Turning quickly, he ran off, resisting the urge to look back again. It was for the best..



Part 3: Bounce back?
Falling into a depression, Bellamy had a hard time shaking the loneliness. He never knew just how much his mother meant to him. During this time, he was getting thinner every few days, having such a hard time choking down food, and yet made himself. He blamed his father for the unfair judgement that was placed upon him, taking it out on trees and brushes when he could mustered it. Deep down, he seemed to know he was the one to blame, which made him even more depressed. He went on like this for a few weeks, becoming slightly delirious, some would believe he was on the road to insanity, well, they would have if they had saw him. Managing to stay out of sight of other foxes, Bellamy continued alone.

That is until one day...

Part 4: Still got it
The young vixen smiled down at her plunders. Minako was an odd fox, unknown and yet many foxes have talked about her. Silent thief, and proud she was.

What she didn't expect was the young todd, Bellamy hid in the distance. Chuckling, he knew she couldn't have gotten that from honest work. She had the same look his mother had after a heist. Looking her over, he could tell she was bigger, well fed, and most likely stronger then him. Not someone he should tick off. But then again, why did it matter? He was slowly dying anyway, right?

Sneaking up, he used what he learned. He wasn't a bad thief himself, so why not steal from the robber?

As he got closer, he wait for her to turn before lurching forward and grabbing her bag. A smirk and half turned, he felt claws sink into his muzzle. Dropping the bag, he hadn't expected her to notice so fast, though perhaps he wasn't in the best state of health to be sneaking around.

"Cute.. I don't like cute." Minako looked over the todd, he wasn't taking care of himself, that was for sure.. though he wouldn't find a caretaker in her. Crouching, she went to pick up her bag.

Despite being caught, Bellamy wasn't done. The smart thing to do would be to leave, with her being so kind as to let him, but he wasn't doing smart. Snatching the bag up again, he began to run.

"Get back here!"

Chasing after him, it wasn't long before she caught up to him, clawing his cheek to make him drop it.

"What the hell is your problem?!"

Raising an eyebrow, he felt a spark of his old self return. Rolling his eyes, he smirked, ignoring the burning pain on both his cheek and muzzle.

"... You're an idiot."

He lifted his eyebrows for a second, his eyes read 'really?' Shrugging slightly, he looked toward her and back to her bag.

"...What?"

Shrugging again, his eyes twinkled as he darted off. Minako looked confused, looking closer at her bag. Nosing it, she found all it's contents where no longer in it.

"GET BACK HERE!" She screamed, beginning the chase again, but it seems Bellamy's adrenaline running, as she couldn't caught him as she did before..

Part 5: Why bells?
After that, Bellamy felt more alive. Taking little trinkets, he hid them in others living spaces. There really wasn't any reason for it, but it was fun to imagine their reaction and he really didn't have a use for the junk. Slowly, he started introducing bells into his game, and they became his signature move. Why? Because they were his voice. It was tricky learning how to sneak around with them, but after awhile, he grew used to it. Silencing them until they made his past presence known.

He began just disorganizing things because of useless the stolen goods became to him, only taking what he found really interesting, though he usually got bored of those too and just dropped them off in someone's den. After a little while, he found out he was known as the Soundless Void, quite happy with his accomplishment, he begin to get even more annoying.

And thus we have what we can of his story and now all we can do and watch as the rest unfurls.



Art:; top by me
winky by Tweet

Note:; First off, thank you for reading my form! I'm sorry it got pretty long heh. ^^; I hope you enjoyed what I have written for Bellamy! It was really fun to go on this journey with him. uvu
Secondly, I apologize for any typos/mistakes in the story, I admit I stayed up a little too late finishing this and didn't have time to check it over. <3
Thank you for the chance!

[allynabean]

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[QueenAxolotl]

I love the merle pattern

[SnowStar]

Added a ref without the accessories in the main post!
(I forgot to add it originally, sorry!)

[Cherryfreeze]

ooh what a beauty~

possible res

[tragedy,]

Bit About Me;;


Bit About Her;;


History of Her;;


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[fugitive]

Username;: Glomp
Name;: Bellamy
Name Meaning;: Fine friend/Good looking companion
Gender;: Todd



Scars;:
Bellamy seems to go into a situation head first, or for it seems for all his scars can be found on or around his face. His biggest one is located on his neck, taking his voice from him. →

Personality;: Curiosity killed the cat, so Bellamy thanks his lucky stars he's not one. Curious to a fault, he always getting into some sort of trouble, small or big, but always something he could have easily avoided. His lack of fear is what some would call brave, but most would call stupid. Seemingly not learning from his mistakes, he continues doing the thing that he know gets him in trouble. And yet, his easy going attitude can be refreshing. Smiles easily, he has a feeling of ease about him, it's easy to tell he doesn't judge those around him, often times being quite the jokester. Despite this, he can be quite the sass master. Usually in a more playful manner, he likes to tease other by giving a cheeky expression, a roll of his eyes, a quick twinkle of them, though if you get on his bad side, he tends to be a lot more sarcastic with expressing them.

Despite his cheery demeanor, he feels the heaviness of events that have happened in his past. Perhaps it's why he acts so carefree, but it does put a damper on some things. Despite the fact he doesn't judge others, he also doesn't feel as if he belongs with them, and as such, it's really hard to get close to him.

Relationships;:
His mother - Bellamy almost believed his mother was The Void in a physical form. She was mysterious, and seemed to disappear at the flick of a tail. She taught him many of her talents. Though he found her very loving, he always felt distance from her. He feels as if she always watches over him, despite her not being here.

His father - Not on good terms, considering his father tried to killed him. Bellamy can't stand his father, and as such, avoids him at all costs, though can't deny the subconscious respect he holds for him. His father couldn't have been happier that he left.

Minako - Perhaps the two could have been friends, but fate seemed to held something else for the two. Since they laid eyes on each other, they held a dislike for the other, but perhaps it was what she caught him doing. Despite this, he feels he owns her his life, without her he may have just gave up.





Story of a life:;

Part 1: Beginnings
She was a stunning young vixen, he a hopeless rouge, exiled from most clans. And yet, they were resistible to each other. Choosing him over her home, The Void, she never did return. And soon, one kit came from their union, which the vixen named Bellamy.

The rouge didn't know what to think of his son, and mainly let his mate take care of him.

His mother didn't seem to mind, but little Bellamy wanted so desperately to know his father. Often times, he would get into his father's business, trying to involve himself in his life, but it never worked..

His father slowly began to detest his own, and Bellamy slowly starting noticing. As he grew older, he began to hide his hurt by talking back, pretending his father had no hold on him. His mother was the sole reason he wasn't attacked, for his temperamental father respected her.

His father began to stay away longer, and his mother began to grow a little more tense. Little did Bellamy know this would be the start of his problems...

Part 2: Too much sass
Despite the gentle breeze, the day was far from peaceful. Static seem to fill the air, as father and son stared each other down. A smirk run across the cocky teenager, while his father held a more serious, seldom expression.

They had done it a million times, usually he was punished when his mother returned, but why would Bellamy care? It wasn't like his father would actually harm him.

"What? Am I stepping out of line again, old man?"

Perhaps he wouldn't have pushed his luck had he known what his father was thinking, but he continued exaggerating his movements as he mocked his father. A deep growl emitted from the older fox, holding back much of his rage. The younger one wouldn't take it as a warning sign, taking a prancing step towards the other.

"If I had known I would sire such a demon, I would have never allowed myself to be bewitched.." He muttered darkly, his son again took no notice.

"Ah come on, punish me. Mother can't see you, I know how you fear her." An annoying laugh followed, his specialty in such talks.

It was true, the vixen wasn't around.. the older todd suddenly felt as the chains had been lifted. Feeling a sneer twist his muzzle. A chuckle eased out, and Bellamy suddenly wasn't so sure of his choice of words.

"Brat, I've had enough of your sass. If you think your all that, then by all means, prove it. If not, I'll give you 10 clicks to run."

Wait what? Feeling a little sick, Bellamy stared at his father. He didn't mean.. surely it was a jest. Smirking again, he shook his head.

"I don't have to prove anything to you, how about I give you 10 clicks? No, 15, I'm sure you need th-" Unable to finish his sentence, his father snapped at him! Just backing off in time, he only just recuperated before the older fox went in again, this time taking some of his fur with him.

"Did you pay any attention to my tales?! I am the Blacken Sun, one man army! Enemy of all clans! " The bigger male flew at his son again, who barely got out of the way in time. He had never seen his father like this! Feeling his tail hiding behind his legs, Bellamy felt a rush of irritation. With his father, the situation, but mainly with himself. He shouldn't be so scared, it was his old man! Dodging again, he felt his muzzle twist.

Leaping, he aimed to land on his back, though found himself landing on the grass. A split second later, he was jumping back himself. Fighting back, he found the speed of his father was something he just couldn't match, his stamina was slowly draining and the older todd still was going strong. His tail was finding itself place back in between his legs, and this time he let it stay there.

Too slow!
Shocked the younger todd fell to the ground. His father left him with two gashes on his throat, and breathing heavily, was this what death felt like?

"What happen?!"

Mother!
Feeling some relief, he moved slightly, at least he would get to say goodbye. But as his mouth opened, it wasn't a goodbye that uttered from it, but a trickle of blood. It was then his world went black.

Regaining consciousness, he felt the warmth of another body. His bleeding had stopped, though left him feeling empty and weak. He didn't attempt to talk, his pain still linger.

Remaining this way for weeks, he slowly recovered. His mother didn't leave his side, and his father, who was forgiven, made sure they were fed. If Bellamy's mother hadn't been practicing potion making, perhaps he wouldn't have survive. As he gained back his strength, he notice his mother's coldness to him. It was as if she shunned him more then her mate, the cause of the problem.. right?

It was unfair.. his mother being mad, his voice being gone.. and as the young todd felt sorry for himself, the vixen drew close.

"Bellamy.. what you did was shameful, never in my life had I been so angry and yet worried. I have talked to your father, and believe that it is best if you make it on your own. ..We are banishing you."

Feeling just as he felt when he learned he couldn't win the fight, he looked pleadingly at his mother. If he could, he would beg her not too, he would promise to be good, he would.. feeling tears, he looked into her eyes, was she crying?

"Don't come back, I won't be able to save you a second time."

Licking away a tear, he swallowed back his own and tried a smiled. He would be fine, or at least he would pretend for her.. Slipping her scarf off, he watched curiously, cocking his head to one side. Slowly she slipped it around his neck, not a word was said as he couldn't hold back his tears anymore. He had never seen her remove her scarf, it had been her treasure, her last reminder of home. Cuddling close, he smelled his mother one last time.

"You must go now."

Backing off, he looked at her once more, nodding. Turning quickly, he ran off, resisting the urge to look back again. It was for the best..



Part 3: Bounce back?
Falling into a depression, Bellamy had a hard time shaking the loneliness. He never knew just how much his mother meant to him. During this time, he was getting thinner every few days, having such a hard time choking down food, and yet made himself. He blamed his father for the unfair judgement that was placed upon him, taking it out on trees and brushes when he could mustered it. Deep down, he seemed to know he was the one to blame, which made him even more depressed. He went on like this for a few weeks, becoming slightly delirious, some would believe he was on the road to insanity, well, they would have if they had saw him. Managing to stay out of sight of other foxes, Bellamy continued alone.

That is until one day...

Part 4: Still got it
The young vixen smiled down at her plunders. Minako was an odd fox, unknown and yet many foxes have talked about her. Silent thief, and proud she was.

What she didn't expect was the young todd, Bellamy hid in the distance. Chuckling, he knew she couldn't have gotten that from honest work. She had the same look his mother had after a heist. Looking her over, he could tell she was bigger, well fed, and most likely stronger then him. Not someone he should tick off. But then again, why did it matter? He was slowly dying anyway, right?

Sneaking up, he used what he learned. He wasn't a bad thief himself, so why not steal from the robber?

As he got closer, he wait for her to turn before lurching forward and grabbing her bag. A smirk and half turned, he felt claws sink into his muzzle. Dropping the bag, he hadn't expected her to notice so fast, though perhaps he wasn't in the best state of health to be sneaking around.

"Cute.. I don't like cute." Minako looked over the todd, he wasn't taking care of himself, that was for sure.. though he wouldn't find a caretaker in her. Crouching, she went to pick up her bag.

Despite being caught, Bellamy wasn't done. The smart thing to do would be to leave, with her being so kind as to let him, but he wasn't doing smart. Snatching the bag up again, he began to run.

"Get back here!"

Chasing after him, it wasn't long before she caught up to him, clawing his cheek to make him drop it.

"What the hell is your problem?!"

Raising an eyebrow, he felt a spark of his old self return. Rolling his eyes, he smirked, ignoring the burning pain on both his cheek and muzzle.

"... You're an idiot."

He lifted his eyebrows for a second, his eyes read 'really?' Shrugging slightly, he looked toward her and back to her bag.

"...What?"

Shrugging again, his eyes twinkled as he darted off. Minako looked confused, looking closer at her bag. Nosing it, she found all it's contents where no longer in it.

"GET BACK HERE!" She screamed, beginning the chase again, but it seems Bellamy's adrenaline running, as she couldn't caught him as she did before..

Part 5: Why bells?
After that, Bellamy felt more alive. Taking little trinkets, he hid them in others living spaces. There really wasn't any reason for it, but it was fun to imagine their reaction and he really didn't have a use for the junk. Slowly, he started introducing bells into his game, and they became his signature move. Why? Because they were his voice. It was tricky learning how to sneak around with them, but after awhile, he grew used to it. Silencing them until they made his past presence known.

He began just disorganizing things because of useless the stolen goods became to him, only taking what he found really interesting, though he usually got bored of those too and just dropped them off in someone's den. After a little while, he found out he was known as the Soundless Void, quite happy with his accomplishment, he begin to get even more annoying.

And thus we have what we can of his story and now all we can do and watch as the rest unfurls.



Art:; top by me
winky by Tweet

Note:; First off, thank you for reading my form! I'm sorry it got pretty long heh. ^^; I hope you enjoyed what I have written for Bellamy! It was really fun to go on this journey with him. uvu
Secondly, I apologize for any typos/mistakes in the story, I admit I stayed up a little too late finishing this and didn't have time to check it over. <3
Thank you for the chance!

[SnowStar]

Closed for judging!

[SnowStar]

Winner!
Took a little longer then I thought with announcing the winner, but I'm constantly hopping on and off the computer no matter what I'm doing. I really really loved the form! The story on Bellamy's life was a very good read. o:

No runner ups due to no other finished forms.

Username;: Glomp
Name;: Bellamy
Name Meaning;: Fine friend/Good looking companion
Gender;: Todd



Scars;:
Bellamy seems to go into a situation head first, or for it seems for all his scars can be found on or around his face. His biggest one is located on his neck, taking his voice from him. →

Personality;: Curiosity killed the cat, so Bellamy thanks his lucky stars he's not one. Curious to a fault, he always getting into some sort of trouble, small or big, but always something he could have easily avoided. His lack of fear is what some would call brave, but most would call stupid. Seemingly not learning from his mistakes, he continues doing the thing that he know gets him in trouble. And yet, his easy going attitude can be refreshing. Smiles easily, he has a feeling of ease about him, it's easy to tell he doesn't judge those around him, often times being quite the jokester. Despite this, he can be quite the sass master. Usually in a more playful manner, he likes to tease other by giving a cheeky expression, a roll of his eyes, a quick twinkle of them, though if you get on his bad side, he tends to be a lot more sarcastic with expressing them.

Despite his cheery demeanor, he feels the heaviness of events that have happened in his past. Perhaps it's why he acts so carefree, but it does put a damper on some things. Despite the fact he doesn't judge others, he also doesn't feel as if he belongs with them, and as such, it's really hard to get close to him.

Relationships;:
His mother - Bellamy almost believed his mother was The Void in a physical form. She was mysterious, and seemed to disappear at the flick of a tail. She taught him many of her talents. Though he found her very loving, he always felt distance from her. He feels as if she always watches over him, despite her not being here.

His father - Not on good terms, considering his father tried to killed him. Bellamy can't stand his father, and as such, avoids him at all costs, though can't deny the subconscious respect he holds for him. His father couldn't have been happier that he left.

Minako - Perhaps the two could have been friends, but fate seemed to held something else for the two. Since they laid eyes on each other, they held a dislike for the other, but perhaps it was what she caught him doing. Despite this, he feels he owns her his life, without her he may have just gave up.





Story of a life:;

Part 1: Beginnings
She was a stunning young vixen, he a hopeless rouge, exiled from most clans. And yet, they were resistible to each other. Choosing him over her home, The Void, she never did return. And soon, one kit came from their union, which the vixen named Bellamy.

The rouge didn't know what to think of his son, and mainly let his mate take care of him.

His mother didn't seem to mind, but little Bellamy wanted so desperately to know his father. Often times, he would get into his father's business, trying to involve himself in his life, but it never worked..

His father slowly began to detest his own, and Bellamy slowly starting noticing. As he grew older, he began to hide his hurt by talking back, pretending his father had no hold on him. His mother was the sole reason he wasn't attacked, for his temperamental father respected her.

His father began to stay away longer, and his mother began to grow a little more tense. Little did Bellamy know this would be the start of his problems...

Part 2: Too much sass
Despite the gentle breeze, the day was far from peaceful. Static seem to fill the air, as father and son stared each other down. A smirk run across the cocky teenager, while his father held a more serious, seldom expression.

They had done it a million times, usually he was punished when his mother returned, but why would Bellamy care? It wasn't like his father would actually harm him.

"What? Am I stepping out of line again, old man?"

Perhaps he wouldn't have pushed his luck had he known what his father was thinking, but he continued exaggerating his movements as he mocked his father. A deep growl emitted from the older fox, holding back much of his rage. The younger one wouldn't take it as a warning sign, taking a prancing step towards the other.

"If I had known I would sire such a demon, I would have never allowed myself to be bewitched.." He muttered darkly, his son again took no notice.

"Ah come on, punish me. Mother can't see you, I know how you fear her." An annoying laugh followed, his specialty in such talks.

It was true, the vixen wasn't around.. the older todd suddenly felt as the chains had been lifted. Feeling a sneer twist his muzzle. A chuckle eased out, and Bellamy suddenly wasn't so sure of his choice of words.

"Brat, I've had enough of your sass. If you think your all that, then by all means, prove it. If not, I'll give you 10 clicks to run."

Wait what? Feeling a little sick, Bellamy stared at his father. He didn't mean.. surely it was a jest. Smirking again, he shook his head.

"I don't have to prove anything to you, how about I give you 10 clicks? No, 15, I'm sure you need th-" Unable to finish his sentence, his father snapped at him! Just backing off in time, he only just recuperated before the older fox went in again, this time taking some of his fur with him.

"Did you pay any attention to my tales?! I am the Blacken Sun, one man army! Enemy of all clans! " The bigger male flew at his son again, who barely got out of the way in time. He had never seen his father like this! Feeling his tail hiding behind his legs, Bellamy felt a rush of irritation. With his father, the situation, but mainly with himself. He shouldn't be so scared, it was his old man! Dodging again, he felt his muzzle twist.

Leaping, he aimed to land on his back, though found himself landing on the grass. A split second later, he was jumping back himself. Fighting back, he found the speed of his father was something he just couldn't match, his stamina was slowly draining and the older todd still was going strong. His tail was finding itself place back in between his legs, and this time he let it stay there.

Too slow!
Shocked the younger todd fell to the ground. His father left him with two gashes on his throat, and breathing heavily, was this what death felt like?

"What happen?!"

Mother!
Feeling some relief, he moved slightly, at least he would get to say goodbye. But as his mouth opened, it wasn't a goodbye that uttered from it, but a trickle of blood. It was then his world went black.

Regaining consciousness, he felt the warmth of another body. His bleeding had stopped, though left him feeling empty and weak. He didn't attempt to talk, his pain still linger.

Remaining this way for weeks, he slowly recovered. His mother didn't leave his side, and his father, who was forgiven, made sure they were fed. If Bellamy's mother hadn't been practicing potion making, perhaps he wouldn't have survive. As he gained back his strength, he notice his mother's coldness to him. It was as if she shunned him more then her mate, the cause of the problem.. right?

It was unfair.. his mother being mad, his voice being gone.. and as the young todd felt sorry for himself, the vixen drew close.

"Bellamy.. what you did was shameful, never in my life had I been so angry and yet worried. I have talked to your father, and believe that it is best if you make it on your own. ..We are banishing you."

Feeling just as he felt when he learned he couldn't win the fight, he looked pleadingly at his mother. If he could, he would beg her not too, he would promise to be good, he would.. feeling tears, he looked into her eyes, was she crying?

"Don't come back, I won't be able to save you a second time."

Licking away a tear, he swallowed back his own and tried a smiled. He would be fine, or at least he would pretend for her.. Slipping her scarf off, he watched curiously, cocking his head to one side. Slowly she slipped it around his neck, not a word was said as he couldn't hold back his tears anymore. He had never seen her remove her scarf, it had been her treasure, her last reminder of home. Cuddling close, he smelled his mother one last time.

"You must go now."

Backing off, he looked at her once more, nodding. Turning quickly, he ran off, resisting the urge to look back again. It was for the best..



Part 3: Bounce back?
Falling into a depression, Bellamy had a hard time shaking the loneliness. He never knew just how much his mother meant to him. During this time, he was getting thinner every few days, having such a hard time choking down food, and yet made himself. He blamed his father for the unfair judgement that was placed upon him, taking it out on trees and brushes when he could mustered it. Deep down, he seemed to know he was the one to blame, which made him even more depressed. He went on like this for a few weeks, becoming slightly delirious, some would believe he was on the road to insanity, well, they would have if they had saw him. Managing to stay out of sight of other foxes, Bellamy continued alone.

That is until one day...

Part 4: Still got it
The young vixen smiled down at her plunders. Minako was an odd fox, unknown and yet many foxes have talked about her. Silent thief, and proud she was.

What she didn't expect was the young todd, Bellamy hid in the distance. Chuckling, he knew she couldn't have gotten that from honest work. She had the same look his mother had after a heist. Looking her over, he could tell she was bigger, well fed, and most likely stronger then him. Not someone he should tick off. But then again, why did it matter? He was slowly dying anyway, right?

Sneaking up, he used what he learned. He wasn't a bad thief himself, so why not steal from the robber?

As he got closer, he wait for her to turn before lurching forward and grabbing her bag. A smirk and half turned, he felt claws sink into his muzzle. Dropping the bag, he hadn't expected her to notice so fast, though perhaps he wasn't in the best state of health to be sneaking around.

"Cute.. I don't like cute." Minako looked over the todd, he wasn't taking care of himself, that was for sure.. though he wouldn't find a caretaker in her. Crouching, she went to pick up her bag.

Despite being caught, Bellamy wasn't done. The smart thing to do would be to leave, with her being so kind as to let him, but he wasn't doing smart. Snatching the bag up again, he began to run.

"Get back here!"

Chasing after him, it wasn't long before she caught up to him, clawing his cheek to make him drop it.

"What the hell is your problem?!"

Raising an eyebrow, he felt a spark of his old self return. Rolling his eyes, he smirked, ignoring the burning pain on both his cheek and muzzle.

"... You're an idiot."

He lifted his eyebrows for a second, his eyes read 'really?' Shrugging slightly, he looked toward her and back to her bag.

"...What?"

Shrugging again, his eyes twinkled as he darted off. Minako looked confused, looking closer at her bag. Nosing it, she found all it's contents where no longer in it.

"GET BACK HERE!" She screamed, beginning the chase again, but it seems Bellamy's adrenaline running, as she couldn't caught him as she did before..

Part 5: Why bells?
After that, Bellamy felt more alive. Taking little trinkets, he hid them in others living spaces. There really wasn't any reason for it, but it was fun to imagine their reaction and he really didn't have a use for the junk. Slowly, he started introducing bells into his game, and they became his signature move. Why? Because they were his voice. It was tricky learning how to sneak around with them, but after awhile, he grew used to it. Silencing them until they made his past presence known.

He began just disorganizing things because of useless the stolen goods became to him, only taking what he found really interesting, though he usually got bored of those too and just dropped them off in someone's den. After a little while, he found out he was known as the Soundless Void, quite happy with his accomplishment, he begin to get even more annoying.

And thus we have what we can of his story and now all we can do and watch as the rest unfurls.



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Note:; First off, thank you for reading my form! I'm sorry it got pretty long heh. ^^; I hope you enjoyed what I have written for Bellamy! It was really fun to go on this journey with him. uvu
Secondly, I apologize for any typos/mistakes in the story, I admit I stayed up a little too late finishing this and didn't have time to check it over. <3
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