Post by *x*x*Hitori*x*x* on Jul 15, 2006 11:32:55 GMT -5
Name:Hitori
Sex:Female
Age:Doesn't know(is an adult though)
Breed:Red Fox
Appearance:Pretty light red fos with a white muzzle. She is a small one but she is quicker than the speed of light. Her eyes are the darkest of black that have never shed a tear. Her ears are always up so to detect any danger.
Personality:Closed up to everyone around her. She has an attitude that gets her into trouble. She stands up for what she believes in and usually gets into trouble for it. Has a temper problem that is only shown to foxes her age and older. She keeps her gentle side for the pups.
History:Was born in a pack of wolves and was raised kindly by them. She learned their ways and their fighting techniques. She was one of them until the great battle hit between the two packs. Her pack lost and all were killed except for her who was hidden by her foster father. She got away, but in her soul, heart and spirit, she is still there watching her beloved home fall to peices before her eyes. She never cried. An old wolf saying was that One who Cries only Brings Sorrow farther into Their soul.
Path:Good
Picture:http://www.westwildcon.org/photo/gallery/fox.jpg
Sex:Female
Age:Doesn't know(is an adult though)
Breed:Red Fox
Appearance:Pretty light red fos with a white muzzle. She is a small one but she is quicker than the speed of light. Her eyes are the darkest of black that have never shed a tear. Her ears are always up so to detect any danger.
Personality:Closed up to everyone around her. She has an attitude that gets her into trouble. She stands up for what she believes in and usually gets into trouble for it. Has a temper problem that is only shown to foxes her age and older. She keeps her gentle side for the pups.
History:Was born in a pack of wolves and was raised kindly by them. She learned their ways and their fighting techniques. She was one of them until the great battle hit between the two packs. Her pack lost and all were killed except for her who was hidden by her foster father. She got away, but in her soul, heart and spirit, she is still there watching her beloved home fall to peices before her eyes. She never cried. An old wolf saying was that One who Cries only Brings Sorrow farther into Their soul.
Path:Good
Picture:http://www.westwildcon.org/photo/gallery/fox.jpg