Taryn
Design By: TheCalicoTabby
Lines By: Krissyfawx
Gender: Male
Story: Tattered Wings
Timeline: Pre-Takeover
Adopted From: Tough As Nails (Chicken Smoothie Adoption Agency)
Species: Fox
Personality: Taryn is a rather timid fox who is more comfortable showing his true self around his family than any other foxes in his clan. He would rather keep his opinion to himself than start a fight, and he often surrenders before a fight even begins.
He feels heavy resentment towards the wolves that control his family, but his timid nature keeps him from challenging their authority. His timid nature, however, does not prevent him from talking about the wolves behind their backs because he knows they are not spying on the foxes.
Taryn is fiercely loyal to his people and wishes that he could do more for them against the wolves. However, he’s never quite able to overcome his fears.
Likes: Taryn likes and needs the companionship of other foxes. He also likes talking about wolves behind their backs and thinking of ways to overthrow them (even though he would never put these plans into action).
Dislikes: Taryn has only known the life of being a servant to wolves, and because of this, his most intense dislikes are wolves, his people’s enslavement, fighting, and doing dirty work for Varon’s pack.
Background:
Taryn was born into a clan of foxes that was taken over by wolves many years before he was born. Under the wolves’ rule, his clan was forced to act as spies under the pretense of their continued survival on what is now wolf land. The foxes were and still are too timid and weak to rise against the wolves; though, the situation looks to be changing.
- - - - -
“Why should we trust you?” I asked, my voice shaking as I glanced towards the intimidating figure in front of me. I could feel myself shivering as I wondered why I had been chosen to speak to the wolf in front of me. There was no way I would survive this encounter. After all, my kind was rarely called into a private conversation with them and most that were called were never seen again.
“Don’t act so nervous, fox. I don’t work with cowards,” the wolf in front of me murmured, the crimson hair on his back rising in irritation. I tried not to shrink in even worse fear. Apparently the rumor about Varon’s disgust for submission and fear was true. Unfortunately, he had called on the wrong fox for this proposition. I’ve never been calm in the presence of wolves, and there was no way that I could hide that fear now.
These wolves had taken everything from my clan. Our families, our freedom, and our pride in ourselves were all destroyed generations before my time when Varon’s ancestors had taken an interest in our land and our sly abilities. Instead of a peaceful, though sneaky race, we were now spy and scavengers for them; too afraid to try and revolt. Now he had called me, as the next in line to lead my clan (nothing more than a title of respect because of our enslavement), to help him rebel against his own pack.
What was in it for him? Like me, he was next in line to be leader of his family. This had to be a cleverly crafted trap, a test of my loyalty to the wolves. Varon’s next words confused me even further as he broke the silence, “You don’t have to trust me. My motives are probably unclear to you. However, all you need to know is that I want freedom from my family just as much as you do. If you don’t want to trust me, then forget this conversation and wait for the sign that your people are free.”
I stared at him again, calmly this time. He seemed sincere, but I was still not convinced. Years of learning to fear the wolves had taught me that they can lie just as easily as my own kind. “I would have to speak with my clan about your proposal. I’m not their true leader, and they may question your motives as much as I do.”
Varon looked ready to answer when the sound of pawsteps resonated through the multi-chambered wolf’s den. I quickly shrunk in submission as another wolf appeared through the crack of this chamber’s entrance. “Varon, your father’s looking for you. He wants you to…” The young wolf’s voice trailed off as he noticed my presence and snarled.
I dropped low to the floor, belly fur touching the cold, dark earth of the den. Foxes were not allowed here. I should have known it was a trap. I wasn’t going to escape this.
“What is this pest doing so far into our den? Foxes only report information to us outside,” Varon’s packmate said. He sounded suspicious, probably thinking that I was there to try and spy on our enslavers. My instinct to go unnoticed had led me astray in this instance, making this entire encounter even worse. The young wolf too a step toward me, but Varon intervened.
“I know they’re not usually allowed to be here. However, I had a secret mission to assign him. You can’t tell my father I told you about it. Word spreads quickly in this pack, and it would endanger the entire mission,” Varon explained.
I was right. Varon could lie with little warning; though, I would have thought it would be me that he was lying to. I didn’t relax a muscle as the other wolf inspected me for a second time, his glance feeling hot on my fur. ‘Please believe him,’ I prayed to whatever divine power might exist.
Finally, the wolf nodded respectfully to Varon, “I won’t tell a soul about this. It really must be important if that creature is allowed in our den. Your father wants to talk to you when you’re done. Apparently, the Forest Creek Pack has been spotted on our territory.” With a final nod, he left Varon and me alone, his pawsteps fading in the tunnels of the den.
Muscles instantly relaxed when I was sure the other wolf would not come back. “That was a close one. Why did you call me into the den, anyway? It’s liable to get us both killed.”
Varon shrugged, “None of my packmates bother me. They’re too afraid I’ll ridicule them. However, I should probably escort you out before anyone else sees you.” Varon turned from me without another word and led me towards the den entrance using the back tunnels just like when he had lead me to his area.
When we made it to the edge of the den’s clearing, Varon motioned to dismiss me. “Talk to your clan and come back to me with their answer. I’ll be out hunting every afternoon until I hear back from you.”
I nodded, showing the most respect that I would ever show a wolf in my life. “I’ll be sure to get back to you in a few days.” With that, I entered the trees and ran back to my people.
Lines By: Krissyfawx
Gender: Male
Story: Tattered Wings
Timeline: Pre-Takeover
Adopted From: Tough As Nails (Chicken Smoothie Adoption Agency)
Species: Fox
Personality: Taryn is a rather timid fox who is more comfortable showing his true self around his family than any other foxes in his clan. He would rather keep his opinion to himself than start a fight, and he often surrenders before a fight even begins.
He feels heavy resentment towards the wolves that control his family, but his timid nature keeps him from challenging their authority. His timid nature, however, does not prevent him from talking about the wolves behind their backs because he knows they are not spying on the foxes.
Taryn is fiercely loyal to his people and wishes that he could do more for them against the wolves. However, he’s never quite able to overcome his fears.
Likes: Taryn likes and needs the companionship of other foxes. He also likes talking about wolves behind their backs and thinking of ways to overthrow them (even though he would never put these plans into action).
Dislikes: Taryn has only known the life of being a servant to wolves, and because of this, his most intense dislikes are wolves, his people’s enslavement, fighting, and doing dirty work for Varon’s pack.
Background:
Taryn was born into a clan of foxes that was taken over by wolves many years before he was born. Under the wolves’ rule, his clan was forced to act as spies under the pretense of their continued survival on what is now wolf land. The foxes were and still are too timid and weak to rise against the wolves; though, the situation looks to be changing.
- - - - -
“Why should we trust you?” I asked, my voice shaking as I glanced towards the intimidating figure in front of me. I could feel myself shivering as I wondered why I had been chosen to speak to the wolf in front of me. There was no way I would survive this encounter. After all, my kind was rarely called into a private conversation with them and most that were called were never seen again.
“Don’t act so nervous, fox. I don’t work with cowards,” the wolf in front of me murmured, the crimson hair on his back rising in irritation. I tried not to shrink in even worse fear. Apparently the rumor about Varon’s disgust for submission and fear was true. Unfortunately, he had called on the wrong fox for this proposition. I’ve never been calm in the presence of wolves, and there was no way that I could hide that fear now.
These wolves had taken everything from my clan. Our families, our freedom, and our pride in ourselves were all destroyed generations before my time when Varon’s ancestors had taken an interest in our land and our sly abilities. Instead of a peaceful, though sneaky race, we were now spy and scavengers for them; too afraid to try and revolt. Now he had called me, as the next in line to lead my clan (nothing more than a title of respect because of our enslavement), to help him rebel against his own pack.
What was in it for him? Like me, he was next in line to be leader of his family. This had to be a cleverly crafted trap, a test of my loyalty to the wolves. Varon’s next words confused me even further as he broke the silence, “You don’t have to trust me. My motives are probably unclear to you. However, all you need to know is that I want freedom from my family just as much as you do. If you don’t want to trust me, then forget this conversation and wait for the sign that your people are free.”
I stared at him again, calmly this time. He seemed sincere, but I was still not convinced. Years of learning to fear the wolves had taught me that they can lie just as easily as my own kind. “I would have to speak with my clan about your proposal. I’m not their true leader, and they may question your motives as much as I do.”
Varon looked ready to answer when the sound of pawsteps resonated through the multi-chambered wolf’s den. I quickly shrunk in submission as another wolf appeared through the crack of this chamber’s entrance. “Varon, your father’s looking for you. He wants you to…” The young wolf’s voice trailed off as he noticed my presence and snarled.
I dropped low to the floor, belly fur touching the cold, dark earth of the den. Foxes were not allowed here. I should have known it was a trap. I wasn’t going to escape this.
“What is this pest doing so far into our den? Foxes only report information to us outside,” Varon’s packmate said. He sounded suspicious, probably thinking that I was there to try and spy on our enslavers. My instinct to go unnoticed had led me astray in this instance, making this entire encounter even worse. The young wolf too a step toward me, but Varon intervened.
“I know they’re not usually allowed to be here. However, I had a secret mission to assign him. You can’t tell my father I told you about it. Word spreads quickly in this pack, and it would endanger the entire mission,” Varon explained.
I was right. Varon could lie with little warning; though, I would have thought it would be me that he was lying to. I didn’t relax a muscle as the other wolf inspected me for a second time, his glance feeling hot on my fur. ‘Please believe him,’ I prayed to whatever divine power might exist.
Finally, the wolf nodded respectfully to Varon, “I won’t tell a soul about this. It really must be important if that creature is allowed in our den. Your father wants to talk to you when you’re done. Apparently, the Forest Creek Pack has been spotted on our territory.” With a final nod, he left Varon and me alone, his pawsteps fading in the tunnels of the den.
Muscles instantly relaxed when I was sure the other wolf would not come back. “That was a close one. Why did you call me into the den, anyway? It’s liable to get us both killed.”
Varon shrugged, “None of my packmates bother me. They’re too afraid I’ll ridicule them. However, I should probably escort you out before anyone else sees you.” Varon turned from me without another word and led me towards the den entrance using the back tunnels just like when he had lead me to his area.
When we made it to the edge of the den’s clearing, Varon motioned to dismiss me. “Talk to your clan and come back to me with their answer. I’ll be out hunting every afternoon until I hear back from you.”
I nodded, showing the most respect that I would ever show a wolf in my life. “I’ll be sure to get back to you in a few days.” With that, I entered the trees and ran back to my people.
Lines By: Krissyfawx