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Aurah
Female ♀
Almost 20
Weak
By my hair and my mane, my eyes have heterochromia too… I have some scars on my stomach and on the base of my tail. I wear a collar given to me by my father and a feather that belonged to my mother. My main colours are brown, yellow and purple. I am pretty skinny for an adult, but I don't mind, I used to be stronger before; though now I am peaceful. I limp everywhere I go for my shoulder had gotten broken once and never quite healed right, others have offered to help fix it or help me walk… however I refuse as take it as a punishment.
- weak // meek // peaceful // gentle // tranquil -
Small, meek and not overly brave. However that was once a lie. I have taken the peaceful life within my Clan, I don't see myself getting in trouble anymore. I used to be wild and free-spirited, hard to control and untameable. That was in my youth, I don't see myself doing such adventurous and crazy things. I know it sounds silly to say but I have found peace with myself; I love the serenity one gets from being free from the bonds of fighting. I lost myself once and now that I have found myself I don't plan to leave. I love my clan and I have no plans for leaving them. Gentle, delicate, soft; yes I am all those words and more, in fact most refer to me as a push over. I suppose I could be considered a little naive, perhaps even gullible. I don't mind being called names even if sometimes it could hurt. I am a bit of a day dreamer I hate to admit, I do often times get lost in thought dreaming of better days. Is it wrong of me to think as such?
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Nothing of importance… but I will tell you anyways. I'm not very proud of my past; I was raised outside the clan territories my father didn't agree with the Alpha's peaceful ways believing that the only way to survive was by fighting, he took my mother and left the clan to fend on our own… I grew up under his rule and found myself to be a capable young fighter, he gave me my collar as proof I was strong. That was until… I met a friend. She were my first friend and in truth the first fox I had ever met outside of my family. I wanted to challenge her right away but then discovered swiftly she wasnn't into fighting… I found it unusual and asked why.
I'll never forgot what she told me, 'In times of peace why would we need to fight… life is more enjoyable when you can relax and not have to worry about defending yourself.' She said. I thought about it and didn't understand, I asked her to show what she meant and she took me on a nice tour of their territory. It was great we got to relax by the flowers and even made little crowns for one another, she was really smart to have learned to do it on her own. I greatly admired this female, her name was Ily and I was honoured to be her friend. I couldn't believe how great I felt after meeting her, I wanted to feel like that all the time but then I remembered my parents. I returned home to find my father pacing angrily, he demanded to know where I had gone, but I told him I was simply patrolling, he believed me, because I had never lied to him before. I couldn't tell him about the peaceful fox I met… he would never forgive me.
I spent a lot of time with Ily after that, letting her teach me the ways of peace and harmony, I loved it but soon my father found out and forbid me from seeing her anymore, I said I couldn't, she was my friend and I didn't want to lose my only friend. He said friends were for the weak and he couldn't stand the peaceful life. He forced me to do a lot of training to make up for the time I had spent with Ily, plus it meant I couldn't go and see her anymore… I was rather sad, but how could I fight against my father. It wasn't long after that my mother fell gravely ill and before her passing she told me I should follow my heart… before she was gone she gave me her feather as a reminder of her love for me.
Now I was alone with my father; my mother was gone. Life returned to being a hardship, I missed the peaceful life though I was young still. I hunted, I fought and I learned that life was not easy, father would not let me. I had transformed into a stubborn young vixen just as my father planned. Yet I had come to not enjoy my life anymore… I used to before I met Ily. Now it seemed I was forcing myself to do everything.
The day finally came when I met Ily again, I was so happy to see her, it was nice, she had become like a sister to me before I was forced away. I wanted to come back with her to the clan camp, I wanted to join and live a life of peace… I wanted to more then anything. My father found us before we could make it and then attacked us demanding I returned to the den, I refused and fought back against him. I ended up with some scars and ended up breaking my shoulder, Ily was not as lucky. Before my father could do more damage I summoned all my strength and defeated him at long last…
I brought Ily back to the clan's camp and at first I wasn't treated so nicely they were wary of my heritage but soon I was welcomed and though I lost my best friend that day I gained a new home and vowed I would never fight like that again. I became peaceful and finally felt like I had found my place; little did I know my peace would not last.

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