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:
Long Tail, Tear/Dipped facial markings.
Long Tail, Tear/Dipped facial markings.
"I am feared for crimes I did not commit..."
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Ve'Tani Nar Tasi. I am War, Child of Nothing.
I am hated, despised, and unwelcome in the sight of foxes. But most of all, I am feared. Why do you ask? Because I am one of the very few who have been exiled from their clan. Now let me tell you, exile are quite a rare thing. Most clans will give out warning to those who disobey, of course - but exiling a individual is practically unheard of. Only the most vile are exiled, and once exiled, even if somehow later proven innocent, you are never allowed to return to that clan. My accused crimes were the deaths of not one, but four different clan mates. All apart of the scout regiment, as was I. I was tried with faults evidence and quickly proven guilty. I was awarded several soon-to-be new scars on my face and body and was case out barely able to stand, sentenced to a life of solitude. I found out a year later that the real killer was found and executed.
Life outside of a clan is different to say the least, you have no one to watch your back but yourself. You can barely trust anyone around here; I have yet to see someone truly willing to stand more then just 10 seconds near me without trying to attack me or run away as fast as their paws will allow them. Common personality traits you had when in a clan either die or get locked away deep down once you get used to this sad excuse of a lifestyle. Cold and hunger become your friends while living out here, and being eaten by Leviathans are a common danger depending where you're traveling.
Once I was outgoing, naive, talkative, energetic, and so much more. Though even grown I still acted like a kit almost. I had friends, I had my family, I adored the life of a scout, and to me life was perfect. But one by one over time those who were scouts along side me turned up dead. I found two of them half hidden and very much dead in the bushes while I was on patrol. And as more and more where found dead, more and more started to blame me. Rumors started to spread about to horrors I did to my squad-mates, all lies that foxes believed without a second thought. The breaking point for me was when I was announced guilty of these crimes I did not commit. My family disowned me and looked at me like they never knew their own daughter, and beloved friends I grew up with were the first to attack me. I was beaten bloody and tossed out like yesterdays leftovers. Everything I thought was a lie! My friends, my family, home...Everything. After many months and some though back, I literally went though the stages of Grief after finally accepting my fate. Denial and Isolation, Anger, Bargaining, Acceptance. The depression part I do not know if I went though or not. Knowing my luck I did and was too busy running to even notice. The more I ran the more I hardened, and the more armor was layered onto my emotions. I remember faintly on days were I simply felt nothing as I walked in the forest.
But with my hardening, my aggression - I have no choice. If you do not watch your back, you are dead. If you do not guard your food, it is stolen and you starve. If I do not keep moving from place to place your home will be discovered and either it is destroyed or you're fighting yet again just to keep it for another day. Males tend to try to take advantage of you and female downright want to kill you. I do not want to snarl and bare my teeth at you or threaten every little thing; but living for years as a exile has given me only the choice of that, or death. I fight for every day and I fight for every breath I take. I continue to live in hopes of one day I can live without fear of another trying to kill me, hopes of having my own family that won't toss me out so quickly. Despite all I've gone though I still have hope for the future.
I am stubborn, harsh, blunt, cold, and paranoid. I can be snippy and aggressive at times even if I don't want to be. I can get so griped with fear of another battle that I won't even show my face if I know you're nearby. I will rather observe and watch for sign of aggression out of sight rather then be face to face if it risks yet another pointless battle. Yet I am still hopeful and I still have faith in change and what can come. That hope and faith did not show til over a year into my exile but now I have it and it is strong. I am willing to let my guard down but only by my terms and if you're willing to give me the time needed for it. I have a soft spot for kits and there is no way in hell I'm joining another clan after all I've been through. I may even slip back into my old happy ways but only after years of trust with someone. That is how I am, get used to it.
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I am hated, despised, and unwelcome in the sight of foxes. But most of all, I am feared. Why do you ask? Because I am one of the very few who have been exiled from their clan. Now let me tell you, exile are quite a rare thing. Most clans will give out warning to those who disobey, of course - but exiling a individual is practically unheard of. Only the most vile are exiled, and once exiled, even if somehow later proven innocent, you are never allowed to return to that clan. My accused crimes were the deaths of not one, but four different clan mates. All apart of the scout regiment, as was I. I was tried with faults evidence and quickly proven guilty. I was awarded several soon-to-be new scars on my face and body and was case out barely able to stand, sentenced to a life of solitude. I found out a year later that the real killer was found and executed.
Life outside of a clan is different to say the least, you have no one to watch your back but yourself. You can barely trust anyone around here; I have yet to see someone truly willing to stand more then just 10 seconds near me without trying to attack me or run away as fast as their paws will allow them. Common personality traits you had when in a clan either die or get locked away deep down once you get used to this sad excuse of a lifestyle. Cold and hunger become your friends while living out here, and being eaten by Leviathans are a common danger depending where you're traveling.
Once I was outgoing, naive, talkative, energetic, and so much more. Though even grown I still acted like a kit almost. I had friends, I had my family, I adored the life of a scout, and to me life was perfect. But one by one over time those who were scouts along side me turned up dead. I found two of them half hidden and very much dead in the bushes while I was on patrol. And as more and more where found dead, more and more started to blame me. Rumors started to spread about to horrors I did to my squad-mates, all lies that foxes believed without a second thought. The breaking point for me was when I was announced guilty of these crimes I did not commit. My family disowned me and looked at me like they never knew their own daughter, and beloved friends I grew up with were the first to attack me. I was beaten bloody and tossed out like yesterdays leftovers. Everything I thought was a lie! My friends, my family, home...Everything. After many months and some though back, I literally went though the stages of Grief after finally accepting my fate. Denial and Isolation, Anger, Bargaining, Acceptance. The depression part I do not know if I went though or not. Knowing my luck I did and was too busy running to even notice. The more I ran the more I hardened, and the more armor was layered onto my emotions. I remember faintly on days were I simply felt nothing as I walked in the forest.
But with my hardening, my aggression - I have no choice. If you do not watch your back, you are dead. If you do not guard your food, it is stolen and you starve. If I do not keep moving from place to place your home will be discovered and either it is destroyed or you're fighting yet again just to keep it for another day. Males tend to try to take advantage of you and female downright want to kill you. I do not want to snarl and bare my teeth at you or threaten every little thing; but living for years as a exile has given me only the choice of that, or death. I fight for every day and I fight for every breath I take. I continue to live in hopes of one day I can live without fear of another trying to kill me, hopes of having my own family that won't toss me out so quickly. Despite all I've gone though I still have hope for the future.
I am stubborn, harsh, blunt, cold, and paranoid. I can be snippy and aggressive at times even if I don't want to be. I can get so griped with fear of another battle that I won't even show my face if I know you're nearby. I will rather observe and watch for sign of aggression out of sight rather then be face to face if it risks yet another pointless battle. Yet I am still hopeful and I still have faith in change and what can come. That hope and faith did not show til over a year into my exile but now I have it and it is strong. I am willing to let my guard down but only by my terms and if you're willing to give me the time needed for it. I have a soft spot for kits and there is no way in hell I'm joining another clan after all I've been through. I may even slip back into my old happy ways but only after years of trust with someone. That is how I am, get used to it.
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Username ::
SnowStar
Name ::
Ve'Tani Nar Tasi
Name Meaning ::
I am War, Child of Nothing.
Nicknames ::
Always known as "Ve'Tani" or "Vee" to those who are willing
to use this name.Most simple call her Exile whither she wants
it or not.
Gender:
Vixen
Age ::
Young Adult, would be around 21 years old if human.
Clan/Rank ::
Loner and Exile of a Unknown Clan. Ve'Tani wants no
part in joining another clan after what she's been through.
