Post by BACKBITER on Feb 24, 2012 22:37:13 GMT -5
backbiter
"go tell the rambler, the gambler, the backbiter"
five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
NAME Backbiter
GENDER FemaleNICKNAMES
AGE 1
BREED Red Fox
SEXUALITY bisexual
PACK? Loner
HI I'M BACKBITER AND THIS IS ME:
- bit of a kleptomaniac
- silver-tongued
- resourceful
- resilient
- sarcastic
- just a tad mean-sprited
- would rather run than fight; thinks its better to live another day than to die then and there
- will always pin the blame on someone else
- prideful
- born to Feathers and Thief, a pair of foxes living in the Surreal Forest.
- was raised not to rely totally on Nature to support herself. much of her food and often her den could be taken from humans. Father, Feathers, taught her how to steal chickens and piglets from backyard coops while Thief showed her how to find or construct a suitable den in an abandoned building.
- went off on her own at the age of one.
- settled down with a melanistic tod, Rambler, around her age who had grown up in her neck of the forest.
- she and Rambler established a small territory outside of town, where they and Rambler's young sister, Nomad, lived.
- had a litter of three kits by him that spring.
- Rambler went out one morning to get food for the then-nursing Backbiter but did not come back. Leaving the kits with Nomad, she went out to look for him.
- followed his scent trail to a territory a mile or so away from her own. Found him bringing prey to another vixen with what appeared to be moon-old kits. While this vixen was as red as Backbiter, two of her three kits were black and silver.
- Backbiter, angry that he dared to touch another vixen while she was still breathing, confronted him. She ran out of her hiding spot and attacked Rambler. She told him that he could kiss his den and his kits goodbye. The strange female herded her young into the den when they began to fight. While Backbiter left the fight with a laid-open muzzle, poor Rambler lost the more dangly half of his reproductive organs as well as the tip of his tail.
- Backbiter went home to what was now hers and Nomad's den. Found a bloody mess that reeked of wolf. Nomad was nowhere to be seen, though there was a trail of blood leading deeper into the woods. She ran down into the den to find nothing but a few small blood puddles and scuff marks in the dirt. Had lost her mate, her kits, and her only ally all in the space of an hour or so.
- Gave up hope of finding Nomad or her children. Left the den site in search of a new one far away.
YOUR NAME Koresh or Silvishky is fine.
how do you measure, measure a year
