Spirit Foxes VS Chaos Foxes

[Aubry The Odd O.o]

Ok, I'll explain about the spirit foxes again then I'll put the plot...
This is a Medieval Fantasy type role-play but it takes place in the forests of Silnosky where this group (Much like a group of wolves) foxes live. They are not mortal foxes; they are called the spirit foxes. They are thought to be the lingering spirits of elves that were killed in the forest over the years.
The foxes protect the forest as well as its inhabitants. Some of these foxes have wings, some have special abilities, but, each has an element and a special symbol on their left flank. They travel like a pack of wolves and they have glowing eyes lacking pupils.
The elves practically worship these foxes, they praise them as gods because they protect the forest, and in turn, the elves themselves.
They give treasures to the spirit Foxes, who in death have no real need for them but gaze upon their beauty with envy shining in their eyes. They keep the treasures in a cavern which is their den. Though, this den is much more than just a den (I will go into detail if we go/get there.)

~Rules~
1) No PP or GM
2) NO chat speech in character
3) Use some form of OOC
4) This is Semi-long term so make your posts easy to build off of and make your characters colorful
5) Keep one liners down
6) Remember, these foxes were once elves so they are appreciative of nature and art
7) Do not slaughter my plot please, I'll tell you if you have and ask you kindly to change it, don't be offended.
8) Romance is allowed, actually encouraged
9) I never liked nine...
10) Yes there are ten rules.


~Plot~
Dark forces have awakened in the forest of Silnasky, the drows of neighboring lands are jealous of the elves rich land. They took the form of Spirit Foxes, but instead of protecting the forest, they are set out to destroy it, burn it to the ground.
The madness has already begun, Spirit Foxes are worn and tired, they can't keep up, the drows have chosen the exact opposite element of the existing spirit foxes. Exact opposites, pure evil, destroying and burning the forest, and in turn, weakening the spirit foxes, destroying them slowly, painfully.
The darkness spreads and some Spirit Foxes have already turned, joining the Drows and becoming Chaos Foxes, turning in their good ways for those of evil and destruction, which side are you loyal to? Burn the forest? Or save it?

((Ok I know that really sucked...here's my intro.))


~Zephyr and Acid~

A white streak ran through the forest, powder white fur blending seamlessly with the winter scene of the Silnasky forest. Or rather, she would have. Blood streaked through her fur, wounds opened and re-opened, the Chaos Foxes had gone too far. They were planning on burning the forest; Killing the beauty of it in their spite. Moon-Star had already gone, become one of them.
Zephyr was one of the few left, and this was too hard, she was spread too thin. The black Chaos Fox ran behind her, its slashes were white; its eyes a crimson, hungry for the blood that gave it its immortality, feeding like a vampire. Zephyr slid on the ice, ran into the den, her chest heaving, the Chaos Foxes couldn’t enter here yet, for now she was safe. She was pure white in coloration, up and down her legs ran slashes, all black, on her muzzle there were two slash marks, the same black void of black. Her eyes were silver and pupil-less.
On her left eye there were three slash marks, crossing over her eyelids. They were alternating, one long, one short then another long. She sighed, her breathing had returned to its normal rate.
“We cannot do this.” She said walking swiftly to her den which was bathed in silvery light, the light of the moon. She curled up into a ball on the silver silken pillow, staining it with her own crimson blood. A tear rolled down her cheek.
“The forest is doomed.” She sighed, sitting up and looking over her small shape, graceful, elegant, made for running. On her left flank there was a starburst, marking her as having the element of wind and grace. Her once beautiful tail was now a mass of dirty tail sprouting from her hindquarters. Sighing again she curled on the pillow, waiting for the thick coma like sleep to take her. The darkness was creeping ever closer.
The Chaos Fox stopped chasing the white one called Zephyr, its black sleek frame built for running, its glowing crimson orbs angry that it had not satisfied its lust for blood. Growling in annoyance it circled the Spirit Foxes’ den, it had magical properties that prevented the Chaos fox from entering.
On the Chaos Fox’s right flank there was a starburst, though instead of being white and black it was an acid green in coloration. This Chaos Fox’s element was Acid/Poison. Growling again it hissed, ears folded flat to its head, it then turned around and ran, ran to the lair of the Chaos Foxes. But before that, it had to feed, to kill.

((That also sucked, I'll probably change it anyway.))

[Shai'tahn]

She was to find that Shai'tahn, of Ice and Empathy, had already taken refuge there. His enemy had been of Fire and Pain, his opposite in every way. Where he was a beautiful, shimmering silver, with highlights of deep amethyst purple and a star and moon marking under his left eye of the same hue, with a white scar that coiled down his left foreleg, with wings that were diamond-like in their clarity and shimmer, his opponent had been a deep charcoal gray, nearly black, with highlights and right eye markings of pale lavender, with a blood-red coil on her right leg, and wings like the purest onyx, dead onyx, with no shine. He was lying on the icy blue pillow, with its intricate amethyst purple markings, his coat matted and dull, his wings streaked with blood, marring their beauty, their clarity. His body was shaking violently, and blood streamed from more than the wounds on his once beautiful wings. His leg, marred with its whiplike coil, had opened, revealing the metal still embedded in his body, the metal that was the conduit for his Empathy. Blood coursed from the wound, and also from one on his flank, one that cut the cold blue icicle with its amethyst purple dragon protector in half. Taking a deep breath, he looked up sharply at the sound of her voice, but said nothing in return. The reason was revealed when he stood, the crimson blood cascading down his chest coming from the vicious gash on his throat. His vocal cords were gone, the proud fox was no longer able to speak. Somehow though, perhaps through sheer stubborn will, he still lived, his opponent's teeth having missed his jugular vein and trachea, though not by much. Pacing to Zephyr's den, he stood in silence, watching her as she slept, hating the silence forced upon him.

His dark opponent was seated silently, patiently, outside the den, willing to wait until her prey appeared once more. She was marked as he was, only her dragon was pale lavender, her icicle flaming red and in flames. She watched as the white fae retreated, a smile touching her muzzle at the pain the female emitted, a pain she fed off of, a pain that made her stronger. Blinking as the fae's opponent made his presence known, she snorted softly and stood, pacing silently in to the shadows, onyx wings folding down to cover her body, fluffy plume coiling elegantly around powerful flanks. Her name? Torment.

[Aubry The Odd O.o]

Zephyr awoke, feeling anothers presence. She sat up, feeling the scabs on her fur crack and fresh blood seep from them, she winced. Looking upon the other Spirit Fox, one of the very few left. She smiled lightly, a forced smile really.
"Hello Shai'tahn" She said quietly, her silver eyes were darkening losing their sparkle.
"Moon-Star has joined them." She said shortly, looking to the ground in defeat.

[Aubry The Odd O.o]

The black fox called Acid smelt another of its kind, weather it was originally a Drow like himself or the spawn of elves a Spirit Fox he couldnt tell. He walked forward, seeimg immidiatly it was of his kind, Chaos Fox. She bowed lightly, her crimson orbs flaring in hunger.
"Have you fed yet tonight sister?" He asked quizzically, not waiting for an answer he crept off into the shadows. Soon enough he found a rabbit hole, he hissed in annoynce, the hole was too small. He dug, raining dirt in all directions, Crimson orbs pulsing in hunger. He snatched out a claw, grabbing the rabbit and cutting three long gashes in its back. He pulled it closer, it writhed, trying despretly to escape, in vain. Acid smiled evily and sank his pointed canines into the rabbit's neck, after a moment it's struggle ceased. Acid dropped the dead rabbit, his crimson orbs had gained color, taken on the color of the rabbits blood. He smiled and kicked the rabbit before walking, hunger now satisfied, back to the Chaos Fox den, forgetting completly about Torment.

[Shai'tahn]

Shai'tahn nodded, his eyes darkening in anger as he paced forwards, seating himself near to her, once fluffy plume coiling around his blood-stained paws. Teeth bared in annpoyance as he tried to speak and recalled he no longer could, stomping one mitt on the ground in agitation. Wings flared, blood trailing down them to drip on the ground, and he raised his right foremitt, unable to raise the left, pointing to the gash on his throat and bowing his head in apology, making it clear he would LIKE to respond, but could not.

[Shai'tahn]

Torment looked at Acid with a slight smile, shaking her head in response. She then watched as the other Chaos fox faded into the shadows, and stood herself, giving the Spirit fox den one more look before pacing towards the one that belonged to the Chaos Foxes, pads silent on the terra as she followed Acid's trail. She stopped to enjoy the feeling of pain, the rabbit's pain, then kept going, plume flicking boredly behind her. She was a bit hungry, but not much, as she had managed to get the male she mirrored to bleed, his blood rushing down her throat. Recalling the feeling, she growled in satisfaction, then kept going.

[Aubry The Odd O.o]

Zephyr growled and extended a paw, placing it on the throat wound.
"I can heal that if you'd like." She said then reconsidered.
"Or we could speak mind to mind." She mused.
Yes, this is much easier she said softly in his mind.
Acid arrived at the den, it was black marble, decorated with tapastries of blood and war, they needed no magical sheild, for the Spirit Foxes would never dare enter. They needed no concealment from wandering elves for they feasted upon their blood. They were invincible.
Acid wandered into his individual den and lied himself down on the silken black and acid green pillow, letting the warmth of the blood in his belly lull him into a deep sleep.

[Shai'tahn]

Shai'tahn nodded and opened his mind, knowing he would not only get words, but the emotions behind them as well, due to his secondary gift of Empathy. It is easier, my Lady. I am well aware that Moon-Star has joined with them, and I must say, it hurts. He said nothing further, for she knew what he'd felt for her sister Fox. Plume flicked once, then fell still again, and a soft sigh echoed hoarsely from his wounded throat.

Torment slipped in shortly after Acid did, and padded silently to her den, coiling regally up on her pillow of flaming red, with its pale lavender designs, head lowering to rest upon delicate forepads. She'd not fed well enough for her liking, but that was fine by her estimation. More reason for her to hunt him again tomorrow. Grinning in anticipation of his pain, she slipped into sleep, dreaming of spilled blood and screaming souls, writhing in sheer agony.

[kilisa09]

Roki snarled as she paced outside wearily, a yard-long area of wet ground showed where the fox had paced. Her element, fire, had melted the snow as she walked restlessly. The young red-orange fox was irritated, very irritated. As of yet, she had not been attacked, but Roki knew that would change soon. Her black-tipped ears were pricked for any suspicious noise, and the fox's paws padded silently. They were dipped in black for about half-way up, except for her left hind paw. On her left flank, a dark red flame seemed to blaze upon her fur, flickering, it seemed, every time she moved. The very tip of her tail was also tipped with black, and it swished angrily. Her chest and underbelly was a soft, creamy white, which traveled to beneath her chin. Roki stopped suddenly and lifted her graceful point nose into the air, smelling blood.

[Aubry The Odd O.o]

'twas expected. Her darker side had been more promenent for weeks before she decided. The darkness creeps closer, the balance is upset. Events have been set into motion that cannot be stoped. You know this as well as I. She said flatly, as if it meant nothing. She sniffed, the dark air was tinged with blood, a thick and suffocating coppery smelling blanket that created an atmosphere of depression and negativity. Things were not going well.

[Shai'tahn]

I know, but that does not ease the pain of her betrayal, he snapped, irratable and hurting. Snorting softly, he bowed his head in shame, not thrilled with himself for speaking to his Alphess that way. Forgive me, Zephyr. I did not mean to snap at you. He apologized quickly, not wishing her upset with him. They needed to be together on this, not taken apart by pain and irratability.

[kilisa09]

Roki growled softly to herself as she left her pacing area and bounded away, following the blood-scent. She stopped and sniffed the ground a bit, when something slammed into her, sending the young fox sprawling. Another fox was on her in an instant, snarling and trying to get a hold on her neck. This fox seemed to be a blue-gray, with a raindrop on her flank. He was, however, a Chaos fox, and he was hungry for blood. Roki yelped, scrabbling about on the ground, then she was able to throw the Chaos fox off her. Roki leapt up, then pounced, snarling at the other fox.

[kittybird315]

(sorry if this messes up the plot, I'll just change her *bows*)
Near the Spirit Fox den hidden in the snow, was another fox. She stared longingly at the familiar faces, and it pained her to not be able to join them. The black orbs were shining with tears against the bright yellow of her coat, and underneath the snow was a yellow body with flecks of black. On her flank was a white fork of lightning, matching the one above a door now covered in dust. Kin* remembered the day she ran after giveing the enimy too much information, and she knew that they wouldn't take her back.
(*Kin means "golden" in Japanese)

[kilisa09]

Roki bit the fox's shoulder, trying to get a firm grip. The other fox threw her off of him, and she bolted for the den, yelping loudly. The fox pursued her, until Roki bounded into the den. He stopped, snarling, then walked around the area, waiting for another chance.

[kittybird315]

Kin stood and shook the snow off of her looking one more time at the spirit fox den. Closeing her eyes, she stepped past the shild into the den, bowing. Knowing Shai'tahn could not speak, she opened her mind for any comment he might have, and hesitantly said,"I will understand if you choose not to forgive me for treason."