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Beast
Beast
Statistics
Species
red fox

Sex
male (he/him)

Age
Less than a month

Height
Very Tall

Weight
Heavy

Build
Average

Eyes
dark yellow with obsidian pupils

Fur
blood red

Scent
iron, blood and berries

Oddities
bent snout, trapezoidal ears, dispersed hairs on tail

Mark of Mythris
None

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3L - 0S - 3V
Strong Violence

cunning, resourceful, egoistical, self-centered, selfish, apathetic
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In another world...

Archibald Rightsbeast was running as fast as he could. Fenrix Hesley ran out of bullets by now, but so had he. He needed to complete his objective differently this time. Push him off this ledge, or kick him in the way of an uncoming car, or just scratch him with my claws until he bleeds out, he thought. The two failed attempts have already brought down Archibald's valuation a fair bit, and he couldn't let that streak of bad luck continue.

And then he slipped on the wet stone ground. He turned his foot to regain ground, but it just fell through. The fox was falling back-first onto the rocky outcropping below, and before he could do anything about it the worst pain ever shot through him. His senses were all dull for a few seconds, only aware that there was something pushing through his chest. That his spine was bent and his ribs were cracked.

Who hired you!, the wolf investigator yelled when he reached the place where he fell.

The fox wasn't going to answer him, not unless he could somehow save him maybe. And then he would need to pay for the damages.

You aren't going to survive that Archy! It's over! Who hired you!, Fenrix was insistent.

He barely even heard him, but he could see him. His face was the only thing Archibald Rightsbeast could see as he slowly went unconscious.



In mythris...

A little fox kit opened its eyes a little, moved its ears around, huddled under a berry bush. It was scared, it felt like it woke up from a terrible nightmare, even if it didn't know any of those words. Only thing it knew was to huddle up here, where it felt safe, and do nothing. It could see that there was a world beyond the shade of this bush, but... but he didn't want to go there. Not yet. Not unless it absolutely had to.


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Beast
Beast
Statistics
Species
red fox

Sex
male (he/him)

Age
Less than a month

Height
Very Tall

Weight
Heavy

Build
Average

Eyes
dark yellow with obsidian pupils

Fur
blood red

Scent
iron, blood and berries

Oddities
bent snout, trapezoidal ears, dispersed hairs on tail

Mark of Mythris
None

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Posts

Threads

Rating
3L - 0S - 3V
Strong Violence

cunning, resourceful, egoistical, self-centered, selfish, apathetic
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Just when the fox decided to call this bush his home, he heard loud fuds. Something big was approaching. His ears were pirked, his eyes were wide open even if they were still getting used to seeing, and his nose picked up a scent. To the little beast, all scents but the scents of his fur and home were foreign to him, but the ones he could feel made him especially afraid. Finally, he was face to face with the giant that peaked into his den. He lay still, silent, huddled up as if he could vanish if he became small enough. He soon learned that it wasn't a reliable tactic. When he heard the rumbling growls of the words he didn't understand, he tried to look pleadingly up at the wolf, and put his paws forward. They had little claws on them. Not a thread to anyone right now, but they were going to grow and sharpen, if he lived to see it. The fox pulled the claws back and forth, and finally could retract them in. He finally calmed down, continuing the staring contest with the canine.
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The Victorious.
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Species
Wolf.

Sex
Female. (She/Her)

Age
-1 [8-6-2025]

Height
Very Tall

Weight
Heavy

Build
Athletic

Eyes
Central heterochromia: Indigo and Citrine

Fur
Onyx and Ivory.

Scent
Palo Santo Cinnamon.

Oddities
Mask on upper half of face. White spots on her chest. White on feet.

Mark of Mythris
Scars glow softly

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Skill: Warrior
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Bored and tired of hearing the damned newborns cry Cairo decided to go see what Daddy was up too. She come out of the den to find him absent from his perch and furrowed her brows together in concern and confusion. Daddy always sat outside, where did he go? Putting her nose to work the large female padded her way behind the trail of her father till she came upon the scene of Vasili and a fox kit.

Daddy was talking to it and Cairo let out a guttural growl from her chest that ripped from her lips. She took a few steps forward to come stand next to her dad, proud and defensive, her tail flagged over her hips with a warning.

What're we doin' Daddy? She asked him, placing a foot before her in a readying stance to attack on command if the command was given.



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Cairo has glowing scars. She currently has three horizontal scars on her left flank along her rib line.
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