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: Normal Tail, Extended Sipped facial markings. One reverse/Blind in one eye.
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Name: Ardillon
Name Meaning: Wich is the french word for "Thorn"
Gender: Todd
As long as I can remember,everything in my world was a fight to win. I dont know if live really challenged me from the first moment on,or if i just (miss)interpreted it like this...but for all of my life,i lived with the knowledge that nothing in this world comes without a fight.you will not get anything for free,but everything in this world lies there waiting for you,but you surely have to be the one who grabs it and defends it if you want to keep it. I was weak,so weak when i was born...two weeks earlier than i should have,and every breath i took was a struggle with the weight on my chest,but i just refused to give back the life i just got,it was mine and mine alone,and i would never give it up.Somehow,i survived,even though nobody had though it.they where already trying to tell my mother that she should probably accept that her first son would die before she even had the time to get to know him,but i simply refused to die,and with the weeks,i grew stronger and stronger.sure,i still had trouble with breathing,i guess there was just something wrong with my lungs...but i survived and grew into a young fox like all the others.During my kithood,i always put all my heart into everything i did,and i just couldnt stop to challenge my playfriends each and every day for something-it was like an obsession,i always wanted to be stronger,faster,cleverer and more skillfull than everyone else,aggressively working towards that goal-today,im sure that it was just the desire to prove myself to me,for i always subconsciously feared to be not enough,to be a failure.Oh,i was a stubborn,threatening and hotheaded young idio.t ,and i fear im not any better today...whenever i´ve met a challenge,i answered with aggression.admiting someone else was right in an argument? NEVER! finding a sollution that would satisfy both parties instead of insisting on my will? NO WAY! giving up when i realized that i was wrong and had no chance or right anyway? DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. and if growling,threatening and insulting would not work,there was always violence as last sollution...im pretty sure there was never a kit getting blustered for starting or getting into brawls than me.Weirdly,i always felt safer jumping forward in attack than flighting, and during a confrontation,i completely lost my senses-i just kicked,clawed and bit until my opponent stopped any resistance,and the exhaustion came in a few minutes afterwards,as well as the pain when i had been hurt without even realizing it during the fight,kinda like a rush.and during that rush,i felt truly save,knowing that i would win and finally get what was rightfully mine.Im just a fox of actions,not of words,and i have to admit that im always faster with my theeth than with my brain,wich has to mean something-i dont want to brag,but i know that im anything but stupid,even though i tend to act like a mindless brute.surprisingly,i have always been more on the thoughfull,analytic side,always been the one who would listen to logical thoughts than to emotions,because your feelings can and will betray you while logic is consistend and neutral,probably the only thing you can truly rely on . There are fighters who have to hope on their luck,but if you have the perfect strategy,you dont need to give anything about luck-if you win your fights because you simply knew how to do things,you´re the only true winner,and once you completely understand you opponent,they will never stand a chance against you. I think thats what always thrilled me most in life : tracing my opponent´s every move,analyzing and understanding them,trying to get into their mind before they get into mine...and of course,tracking down their mistakes and weaknesses.the most powerfull weapon to have are neither theeth nor claws,but the knowledge of your enemy´s weak spots. of course,its a weapon without use if you dont have the strenght to take advantage of them...playing with someone elses feelings,fears,hopes and wishes is a thing that might feel uncomfortable or even unethically to many,but thoose who dare to do it will always be the ones who are the last one standing,and i personally see this as a worthy price for some sleepless nights.I know i should not be proud of it,but i cant do anything about it-during my life,i slowly became not only an expert in strategies and planning,but also kind of manipulative.or maybe i was like this from the beginning, i dont know.Fact is ,by the age of three i was already one of my clans most respected strategists, deeply trusted by our leader.and i was damn proud of it.and why not? it was a talent,a special gift, and a usefull for sure.Quick-witted,ambitious,full of tricks,new ideas to make our life easier and a burning desire to prove myself to the world. I knew that i was able to do things that would go down into history,everything i needed to become immortal was the right ocassion.At this time,i wasnt as openly agressive as i was as kit,i had learned to channel my energy and strenght thoughfully,beeing able to do the right thing at the right time,even if that ment i had to wait for my victory...but my confrontational nature could not be fully controled,neither by me nor anyone else. And then,the one thing that started my ultimate downfall happened: Our leader,wise and foresighted,died . And i was one of the foxes who where mostly speculated to be his heir. You have to know-beside all my flaws im not as bad as you might think,i guess...i still have my honor,and i will always be there to fight for thoose who cant stand up for themselve.im clever and adaptable,and i surely know how to motivate others,bringing out the best in them,and thoose qualities made the others oversee the more problematic aspects of me. And how could i resist such a challenge? taking responsibility for my whole clan,leading them into a brighter future...after cheating out my strongest rival (wich is sort of a story i cant decide wehter to be proud or ashamed of till today),i was elected leader of wolfmarsh clan ,and i was absolutely sure that i would lead my foxes into the future they deserved-living free and without worry for food,water and shelter,taking their rightfull place as rulers of all foxes. i knew that our territory was small and harsh,with barely enough prey for us all,and i also knew how welathy our neighbour where...i guess you already knew where this was going. to keep it short,i decidet that all land belongs to thoose who take and defend it,and that if wolfmarsh managed to rob the neighbouring clans of their territory,we would rightfully deserve it as the wage for our strenght and intellect.i knew that my foxes would not be that enthusiastic about beeing led straight into war,but i also knew how to change that: the trick was to plant the idea of conquering new land into my foxes mind,they would fight even better if they where sure it was their own idea and will. i never spoke to anyone about my plans,but i made sure that everyone knew how easy our neighbours life was while we had to struggle for survival every day.a few remarks here and there,an extremely cold and prey-rare winter in additon,finally making secretly sure our huning patrols came back home without food...it needed a few weeks,and then wolfmarsh clan was worried,despaired and corrupted with jealousy and greed,and when the first warrior hinted to me that getting our neighbours,the mystlyin clan´s, land would solve all our problems,i acted indignat firstly to keep the show going on,i even played hesitating...but then i finally "gave in worried" to his request. The next days where spend with secret planning,and during the next moonless night,we attacked without a warning.Our strategy was good and our warriors skilled,and maybe we might had been successfull...especially because my most important order was to surround the enemy and dont let anyone get away at all its cost,because i planned to force them into assert/swear to anyone that they "connected" our clans willingly at the next gathering,becoming one stonger clan under my rule...but one little fox,nothing more than a scout trainee,was quick enough to escape.that little fox ruined my biggest and most ambitious plan by calling for help to the dellhaven clan.dellhaven,the biggest clan had been the last on my list to conquer,for i knew their size,skill and number,for i knew we wouldnt have a chance yet.and now,their warriors came to support mistlyn,and even though my foxes fought with admirable determination,they could not stand such a number of opponents. Unwillingly to surrender,i saw many of my warriors die,die something I told them to be just and their right...i saw amary,the vixen ive secretly admired since kithood fall unter the theeth of a big white fox, dandin,my own trainee,getting thrown to the ground,leaving red stains in the snow...and i realized that today,wolfmarsh would loose. in this moment,something inside me broke.I have a high resistance to pain,both of the body and of the heart,but the cognition of what i had done was more than i was able to handle. it had never been about saving my clan from starving.never about safety for wolfmarsh,never about a brighter future for them...it had all been about me. me and my hunger for war,for my obsession to fight and win.for my desire for power,and for my stupid,selfish little dream to prove myself as the greatest warrior in history.Blinded by aggression,i had betrayed thoose who depended on me,torn apart thoose i had to keep as one and sacrificed thoose i was supposed to sacrifice myself for. In my desire to win,i had lost everything. Blinded with pain and fright,i fled for the first time of my life,fled from the things i had done.I guess i was a bit out of my mind that time...fleeing the battlefield,leaving my clan behind,but unable to escape myself. i ran and ran,until my paws gave in and i sunk to the ground,slowly drifting into blackness.
As i opened my eyes again,the truth hit me like a bear´s blow at the head : here i was,somewhere in the loner´s retreat,and i was no longer a leader,i was reduced to nothing more than myself,to the one thing i always tried never to become: a failure.
I have stopped counting the month that passed since then. it could be a year,five years...time has lost any importance to me.i am alone,with nothing than my memories as company,and i really fear that it will drive me insane one day.nobodyever came to search for me,and i cant resent that-im sure it will be the best for my clan and a mercy to me when they forget that i ever existed.I dont know how long i will stay here,but surviving is not that much of a problem-i always had the gift to quickly adapt to new situations,and by now i live and hunt in the mountains like i have never done anything else.im waiting.waiting for my chance to etinguish myself from my fault,no matter what it may cost. At first,i was sure that i could not life with the guilt,i have to admit that i had even tried to drown myself in the river two times...but i finally came to the conclusion that running away from my conscience would fail my clan even more.i owe them a compensation,and i guess im still a fighter...one day,my chance will come,and then i will be free again.
=> i hope its alright that i made up a complete war even though i dont know anything about dvf history...please take it as artistic freedom or tell me if its not alright with you. also sorry for cheesy melodramatic story cx
