Tähti & Star

Tähti ran. she ran through the trees, paws pounding, ears twitching it was amazing to finally be what she was, a fox a vulpalr to be exact. For those who have no clue what a vulpalr is, it is a type of fox. But not any fox, as they are as long lived and intelligent as humans, surpassing them even. For the first 14 years of their life, they walk, talk, and even look like normal humans. Some even think themselves to be humans, but they are not. On a young vulpalr’s fourteenth season, they find that they have pains from the ear and back, and as the day draws near, they wake to find themselves in the form of a fox! once the day comes, they have an urge to hide and run away from their old homes, never to return and so run they do. Then comes the hardest stage of growth for a young vulpalr, especily one raised by humans. Their ears mold and move to the top of their heads, turning to be fox ears leaving a void where normal ears once where. Their spine stretches and grows to be a fox tail. Now they become a humanoid with the ears, tail and keen senses of a fox. But it is not over yet. Then the humanoid foxes suddenly let out an unwillfull chant. “humano I am, vulpineo I turn!” They shrink and turn to their true fox form. They speak in fox tounge when in their true form (fox). Now back to Tähti. She had just went through the change. Tähti was in her natural fox form, a gray fox. She raced through the trees the new scents, smells and sounds overwhelmed her. Tähti just kept running enjoying the freedom of the woods. Moss underfoot, leaves overhead. Tähti‘s run became a trot. She slowed to a stop and colasped panting on the woodland floor of Arcadia, land of the mighty dragon complexes. A silent shape walked up to her. Tähti cringed. She had made herself venerable to predators, and now she would face the end of about half of the vulpalr young. The end, eaten by predators. She lay for what seemed like eternity. “Well young pup, you are very lucky.” Tähti looked up and saw a grizzled old red fox looking her in the eye. The old fox snorted, he twitched his tail. Tähti sighed Fyrefur, her clan‘s elder had come after her. “I may be, but I do not need to be watched over like a little pup any more!” Tähti howled. She was in a rage. For Tähti was the daughter of the clan‘s leader, Kalär. She was considered to be a heir to the title. For leadership was decided in a test of wit, speed and cunning. Tähti was the fastest and most cunning in her generation so she was considered a future leader. Many others treated her differently and struggled to gain her favor. Tähti hated it. Her spirit was from her mother, a wild vulpalr did not live in a clan. Tähti was wild, free and independent. She hated the way others gave her favors and babyed her. Tähti was often forced to stay in the den, or with a babysitter. She was treated like a pup. To her it was like being locked in a small cage and put on display. Tähti growled at Fyrefur and then turned and ran. “There is to much wild blood in that one.” Said to old vulpalr as he watched her run away..