Post by Cursico! on Jan 25, 2010 16:18:35 GMT -5
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Calling: Cursico Jake Sleath.
Age: 2 years
Gender: Male
Species/Breed: Red Fox (Vulpes Vulpes)
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Pelt/Hair color and length: His colours consist of a main three with different shades (explained in the detailed description) The colours are white, black and red.
His fur is two inches long around his scruff and on his chest, and an inch everywhere else- making him a long-haired fox.
Eye color: His eyes are yellow around the pupil, a most common and unstriking colour, but it is much more what he does with them that matters
Build (height, weight, overall structure):
Weight: 10 kg
Length: 100 cm without tail, tail is 60 cm
Height: 2.8"
For a fox he is larger than the usual average of his kind, but as far as foxes go, he is still a lithe and wiry animal with strong little legs that are designed to dash quickly away from bigger animals.
Detailed Description (or picture):
Cursico is an oddly marked fox, with two long black socks reaching up to his elbows on his front legs, and two shorter ones reaching his ankles on his hind legs. All four of his paws are white with ink-black claws.
On both of his shoulders, is a white patch and in the middle of the white patch is the common black and white Yin and Yang symbol. There is also a christian cross on the bridge of his nose which is such a dark red that it looks black in dim light.
His tail is a darker shade of red than the rest of his body, with black patches that blend in quite well. The rest of his body is the common fox red, with a white underside and black tipped ears.
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History: A pair of foxes out in a snowy plain once fell deeply in love. Once thing led to another, and when it was spring there were then seven foxes living on the plain. As per usual, the cubs stayed warm and safe in the den until a month had passed, and each one of them with all their strange markings ran out on the plain where rabbits grew fat on fresh spring shoots, and wolverines snarled and sprayed at any boisterous youngster that dared to come close.
The pups were brought up in the knowledge that foxes should leave home and look for a life-long mate on their own. In preparation, they fought each other so later they may fight against hostile creatures with experience, they chased each other to build up muscles in their legs, and most importantly they scoured the snow-bound plain for prey animals to hunt and eat.
Summer bloomed in all its brightly coloured glory, and the pups grew at a rapid rate, putting a strain on the family and the land around them, which although was beautiful, could not handle so many hunters in the area.
A few months into summer, and Corsica entered the den where her pups lay sleeping and began to snarl ferociously. The adolescent foxes all scampered out of the den, wondering if it was a game. Outside James bit one of them- Kitty- on the scruff and screamed the terrible fox scream. After a while of being chased around by their parents and bitten in numerous places, the message became clear and they kept running until the ground was no longer frozen.
The siblings stayed together for a week, honing in better on their skills before they began to venture further and further away. One day, No Name never came back. It was the start of their split up. Next, Jake vanished with only the faintest of scent trails, and Kitty followed just a day after.
Cursico and Dan stayed together for the winter; as Dan had been the runt of the litter and wasn't very strong,
Cursico had taken pity on his little brother and helped him through the cold months.
When they were both one year old, Cursico became stressed with the task of staying in one place (As Dan did not want to leave) and with an emotional goodbye, the siblings were finally fully split.
Cursico roamed, looking for excitement in the world, and above all looking for a mate which he had been repeatedly told to get. On his way, he met a couple of vixens, but it had only ended in a scrap as their personalities weren't compatible. For a lone wandering fox, there were many battles, but each time Cursico managed to run away without anything serious, or if he thought his chances were good, he would fight until the other one ran.
Travelling, travelling... His paws became inexplainably weary with travelling, and his prominent ribs showed the toils of journey. As another winter closed in, he settled around a place which was full of big dogs, the occasional wolf (among other oddities). The heavier canines were good for one thing, their big heavy jaws never did clean up their kills properly, leaving room for a scavenger like himself to reap the benefits.
With thoughts of a mate still stuck in the back of his head, Cursico came to the conclusion that the type of vixen that would suit him best, would also be the type to cleverly stick around dangerous canines like himself, and so to find his dream mate, he should stay in his dream home.
Unfaultable logic!
Personality: Cursico is crafty, and while he always keeps his word, it is hard to distinguish when he is using double meanings, or just suggesting that he may do something while giving the impression he'll definitely do it. The fox sometimes uses double negetives to catch people off guard, and he does it because he can.
As far as his morals go, there are a few boundaries (Such as lying, or randomly attacking a smaller creature that hasn't provoked him) that he'll never cross, but his morals are lacking in the most common places. Cursico will steal whatever comes his way that he thinks may be useful, or even steal just for the challenge. He is snappy and blunt, if someone wants comfort he won't even think of toning down his language.
While Cursico doesn't tend to go out of his way to hurt others, neither will be try to protect anyone he doesn't know/like, its true that he'll happily watch another creature be violently torn apart while he just sits and sunbathes.
º †here's No Place £ike Home º
Parents:
Mother, Corsica.
Father, James.
Siblings: No Name, Kitty, Cursico, Jake and Dan (Birth order)
Other Family: None he's ever met.
Friends: None, ha.
Group: None
Rank: Loner
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Only the Patter of my heart, Can keep these solitary days from being as silent as the grave.
Cursico leant back and chewed on the pen he'd found on the floor, not caring about where it had been. If something really bad had happened to it, his nose would have told him, and really, worse things had gotten into his stomach than bacteria that was likely dead after being left on a barren cold pen. Just one of the things that stopped mattering when you were forced to scrape a dangerous living out of nothing but the clothes on your back and the (extremely) insane things that were called thoughts.
The billboard looked better with the quote written in big stylish letters covering some model actors face. It would have been better if he had gotten a spray-paint can, but there weren't any to be found so he'd settled with the pen. Looking at his words for a few seconds more, the teenager added a mustache onto the model before clipping the pen onto his shirt and walking on.
The groan of my arteries forcing life into my limbs, forcing me to continue on in this world. Of course, stay alive to make up excuses to continue living. Afterall, who wants to enter the unknown that could be so much worse, and definitely will not be temporary. Hm, and for those religious, suicide is an affront to whatever God they believe in, and what about athiests? I wonder, I wonder how they justify existing.
Looking at the pavement as he walked, the depressed demontonian slipped back into his mental world and became completely unaware of his surroundings, his legs moving without direction. He could have walked across a narrow brittle plank over a river of lava and not noticed anything, unless of course he fell into a burning death.
