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Posted by Bandit's Rage on August 31, 2009, 12:51 am
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The fox liked to think that what she was. Lost to the sands of time. It hasn't been too long a time, but long enough to where she has been forgotten by the world she was born in. That was how Bandit's Rage wanted it. She had lived in her mother's shadow, in a metaphorical sense of course, her first year. Once she was able to fend for herself, the black fox disappeared without a word, without a trace. She had chosen to forget her family, her friend, and even relinquished the blessings she once held.
The result. Bandit's Rage was starting from scratch. She had no intention of seeking out her mother, yet she drew close to River Danson because of that familiar scent. It was her mother's, which told the young vixen that her mother travelled through this area often. Bandit's Rage sighed, hoping she wouldn't come across anyone that might recognize her for who she was. It was unlikely, but it was possible. Which was the next hate she had... In the wake of Bandido, Bandit's Rage was expected to do and become so much. The black vixen looked so much like her, making the comparison between them all the worse. Her white paws stepping quietly her fluffy white tipped tail, and even the ear.
Save the sheer power Bandido has, Bandit's Rage had different eyes. One was green, while the other red. It made her believe that was how her name came about. The vix shrugged haphazardly to herself as she trotted along the bank of the river. It was familiar territory, but she was starting fresh. No one here knew here except her mother. She figured if she didn't cross pathes with her mother, she could have her own life without living in that shadow.
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