Post by jester on Dec 17, 2008 16:04:01 GMT -5
welcome to
CLAREVU VALLEY
[/u]CLAREVU VALLEY
The foxes of Clarevu Meadow are almost exactly the same as the foxes here on earth. The differences are that these foxes are completely untroubled by humans, and they come in every colour possible. From red to violet, plus all the shades and everything in between. There are mixes and blends and absolutely any colour combination you could think of. For as long as any fox could remember, the colours brought happiness to the meadow. The foxes spent long days chasing each other, admiring each others' colours, and generally enjoying the brightness and contrasting fur in the valley.
However, as horribly cliché as it is, all good things come to an end. It started with two brothers, who turned on each other because of a female. There was a fight, a betrayal, a murder, and an exile. The fight was between the two brothers, the betrayal was when one of them lied to the vixen about winning the fight. The murder was when the other male, a big fox hued bright red, with crimson streaks running down his back like fresh blood, killed the vixen. The exile was when he was turned out of the meadow by the other foxes for killing the female. The murderer fox vanished for a long time. The foxes did not forget what he had done, but they forgot his look, his smell, and he could no longer be recognized by anyone, even if he danced fur less in front of their faces.
He came back. He had a plan. He wanted power, and he wanted to destroy the valley. No more peace and happiness for anyone but him. He introduced himself as a weary vagabond, looking for a place to live. They welcomed him happily, and he made himself comfortable. He started spreading his ideas, targeting the young. He told the reds that they were better than the rest - the rainbow told him so. The purple foxes were the lowest. The shades didn't even rank. The mixed foxes, who had more than one colour, were out casted. The big red fox created a hierarchy based completely on colour. He was the king, the reds were other royalty. It all went downhill from there. The shades were left to fend for themselves.
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