Vixen | Female | Sentinel |

by **Vixen** Tue Apr 30, 2024 2:40 pm

Appearance notes: Her scars are more severe than what is shown. Think jagged claw slices that although healed, don't look good. A fair amount of her ear on the same side is ripped too. She is not small enough to truly resemble a fox, weighing in at about 51 lbs

Character Name: Vixen
Age: three and a half years old
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Rank: Sentinel
Personality: Vixen is a no-nonsense type of wolf, who has a hard time to let go and take things less seriously. She is consistently on guard, painfully aware of others around her. That can overwhelm her if she does not take the time to ground herself. Vixen greatly values connecting with spirits and appeasing them, finding that world soothing and important. On the surface Vixen can be seen as distant, but she cares deeply about those who have proven to be trustworthy. She does find it incredibly hard to let others into her heart, afraid of being hurt yet again. Vixen will make time for pups who seek advice, having a strong maternal instinct which she dislikes yet finds hard to suppress.
History: Vixen is a Valerian wolf Fox hybrid, and her name was given to her due to her foxlike appearance. Her mother always said that there were actual foxes in their family tree, and that Vixen was the living proof. She was the only pup in the litter, and her mother was thrilled, until she saw the black marks covering her pups limbs. Vixen could be corrupted, was the mindset circling around the small pack. Many moons were spent figuring out her fate, as Vixen was slowly proving to be a strong pup. She played well, and the need to be alone that foxes tend to display was not prevalent. It seemed the only thing that her fox genes affected besides her coat was her voice; her vocal cords were strong enough for a powerful howl, but also managed to pull off yelping and screeching like a fox could.

During her adolescence she realized how others viewed her. She felt the eyes of others when she passed by. Wolves were wary about playing with her. Crushes she had were never reciprocated. She started to understand what it meant when the subject of her position in the pack had been under discussion for months. Vixen's contributions to the pack along with the fact nothing had gone wrong yet solidified her spot somewhat. So Vixen started hunting twice as hard, collecting what she could, chasing away threats, anything to prove that she was more than her corruption.

That anxiety filled drive to be safe eventually led her to bite off more than she could chew when she tried to get a coyote out of their territory. On her own. She came back with deep slash marks around her right eye and ear. She lost that bit of territory to the coyote, her first large mishap. Her wounds healed terribly thanks to the fact no one wanted to take care of her, not even her mother. She had to spy and steal, applying different herbs in the hope that it would do something. She lost most of her vision in that eye, much to her dismay. During that time she really connected to the spirit tales that an elder would share, understanding the lessons those tales contained and creating a newfound respect for her ancestors within herself.

She spent another year hearing the whispers of her being corrupted and that her corruption will affect the pack growing stronger by the day, and after realizing she'd never have a secure space in that pack, she waited until everyone fell asleep and disappeared into the night. She travelled and travelled, hoping her ancestors would guide her. Vixen was determined to find a place where she can be of use, itching to prove herself once more. And before she knew it, she reached The Emerald Forest, the rich smells of wolves and prey enticing her to stay.