Vox the Fox

Vox the Fox


Authors Note- Well, this is my first original and fic on this site so be nice. If you like the idea of fox-demons and all that jazz than you should go to Shadow in the Snows story the Fox and the Hound, it was my inspiration. I fell in love with the story and with fox demons! I swear I check it every five minutes I am on the computer! And visit B.C. to because it is just to cool!
Warning and Disclaimer- Sorry if any warnings haven't been said in the summary, there likely will be. NOT FOR KIDDIES! This is also my story, my ideas, plot, characters, and setting. Please don't steal.

Chapter One - Spring and death

Spring had just hit the open meadows of British Columbia, fresh water was running down the majestic mountains in streams and all the animals where awaking from their slumber. New life was surging forward, animals and plants both surged forward in the dance of a new season.

Inside a cave, covered in sprouting moss and plants several small noises could be heard coming from within. A large black fox ran to stand on top of the cave, too afraid to enter because of the temperamental she-fox within.

The noises got louder and the black fox pricked his ears up, listening intensely as weaker sounds and whines started coming. Followed by sharp whines of young ones. The black fox ran off in order to catch something for his mate to eat.

Once the male was allowed to enter, his ears down and belly pressed against the still cold rocks on the floor, he was amazed to see a healthy litter of six. Including two fox demons.

You see, every animal in the world has the ability to give birth to a demon. It's a recessive gene carried by all, and when all the conditions are right BOOM, you have a demon. Simple as that! Anyway back to the story!

The red female looked on in pride as the first kit, one of the demon males, took his first suck. He was cute already, with black mixed in with his red hair that matched his pale body perfectly. His eyes had not opened yet but something told her they would be enchanting dark blue like his fathers. He was lean and healthy and stood a good chance in life, and a good chance at getting a mate. Life was good.

Mischa, the mother, lifted her head at the sounds of distant footsteps and barks. Her mate was also looking with his ears alert. They shared a glance and she herded the kits deeper into the rather large cave as he began to look out. Now she stood beside him, both keen and weary. The footsteps were closer now, and they both scrambled out hoping to keep the hunter away from the new-new-born’s. Mischa gave a worried look at the kits who would need food soon, and desperately, but decided to go anyway.

Both wove, mixing their scents along the trail in order to maybe distract the hunters dogs. Now they were not as close to the den, but the hunter was closing in on it. Sharing a look of love, the two rustled the leaves of a bush. What they had not expected was that the hunter had a gun, and with a single shot the forest fell into an eery silence, only broken when a sharp hunger cry rang out from the den.

The man named Reaver split the bushes in front of the cave, peering in as his dogs wagged their tails impatiently behind him. Inside the cave it was dark, so foolishly he reached inside only to feel the mouth of an impatient fox kit clamped around his large finger. He pulled back in shock and brought his finger his lips in order to soothe it, glaring into the dark opening.

Reaching in once more he felt a rush of excitement as soft fur brushed against his hand. He grabbed whatever was in the hole by what he guessed was the nape of the neck and pulled. There was a hiss of resistance but the body came out easily. A full head of hair was pulled out instead of an animal head. A demon! Smiling widely he adjusted his grip and pulled the demon into the complete sunlight and set him down on the ground.

"Guard!" He ordered his dogs, big brutes, as he began fishing for the rest of the family. He pulled out another demon, but fed the non demon kits to the dogs who swallowed them in one bite.

Their eyes might be closed but they could hear just perfectly, every splat of missed blood that hit the ground and every crunch of bones.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~One Year Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Vox, the only surviving demon male, was pacing in his cage madly. His cage consisted of a large wooden box with bars that he couldn't chew threw and the wood was too hard for him to claw through. He looked through his prison bars longingly and perked his ears when he heard the awful bray of the monster under his 'masters' ownership. He hated them, and he was pretty sure they hated him too.

Reaver looked into the cage, grinning at the sight of the handsome young fox. Currently that handsome young fox was in the corner, bristling and growling at him. His ears where pinned to the back of his head and his tail was tucked between those sinfully long legs, puffed and wagging slightly.

The door creaked loudly as it opened and Reaver grabbed the young fox’s thin shoulders. Vox went limp under the ageing mans hands, allowing himself to be pulled into the blinding light of the world outside his bars. Still he remained calm even as the rough hands worked over his body. But when the man let his guard down he struck with all his rage. For the first time in his life he was fighting, and fighting a foe more powerful and large than himself.

Blood leaked from the bite marks on the fragile skin of the human's neck. Club-like hands battered his bruised shoulder one last time and that fragile last breath leaked from lips turning blue.

Euphoria bled through Vox as he looked down at his large kill, a joy that could only come from defeating your worst fear. Gingerly he slipped into the darkness of the forest before the hounds from hell noticed the absence of their master. His eyes twinkled gold as he looked back once and leapt away to his future.

The forest, as in most stories, was a scary place. Full of peril and enemies that he had never known Vox was scared to death. Every snap of a twig behind him got his full attention, every crow sent him into the shadows near the path he was on. Curious eyes followed every rustling leaf that floated across his path.

Unbeknownst to Vox similar golden eyes followed him, a solid red form that moved without noise.

Vox whimpered and curled up into a tight ball when he reached a rather thick bunch of rotting leaves. Shuddering slightly he used his tail for a blanket. The tip of white covered his eyes and nose, blinding him to the outside world.

Dawn rose red across the trees and hills, a cold mist blanketing the land and its creature. Already the twitter of birds filled the sky and the honks of geese on the move rung across the land.

Vox peaked over his tail irately, his breath puffing into clouds. His ears where at the back of his head, quivering before perking to the new sounds. Somewhere in the distance a beaver was chewing, which meant water was nearby . . . and possibly food.

Although a majority of his life had been spent in a cage and not in the wilderness survival instincts drove Vox to the lake. His mind screamed for him to go there, and so he followed this impulse forcing his aching muscles to once again become active and push him up. His sore feet led him down the muddy path, presumably made by animals going to the lake themselves. Vox couldn’t help but wonder how many creatures like himself had trod through this path alone, and how many had actually made it.

Vox gurgled in delight as cool water slid down his back, tickling it and easing the pain of yesterday. Mud, grime, and blood slid of his pale skin and into the water which he lapped up eagerly. Tangy copper was traced when he took a sip of the water and the dirt gritted in his teeth but he didn’t care. It might not have been the fancy water he was offered back in his crate but it was better than nothing.

Now that he was clean and painless it was time to nurse the growling of his belly. The beaver who had lured him to the lake was still gnawing away at some trees, a beaver would be mighty tasty.

Vox was careful with his steps, sneaking up on his prey. A mound of brown hair was near a fallen tree and Vox licked his dry lips. When he jumped to strike the beaver turned and unsheathed those long and yellow teeth. Out of instinct it buried its teeth into Vox’s side, nearly hitting his spring of life. Only a few centimeters and he would be dead.

A dog like whimper escaped him and he fell onto his back, the beaver now sinking his teeth into his leg. As soon as the vice like grip was gone Vox got onto his wobbly legs and dashed to safety.

Looking down Vox’s saw that the wound was deep and ripped where the beaver must have turned his head. Looking to his shoulder he saw it was even worse. He laid his head down and whimpered, regretting ever leaving his former home. Now not only was he wounded but he would go without food until he was ready to go again, which could be awhile.

Rain dripped down from over the leaves, he was sheltered under a pine branch, and hit Vox’s nose. Sneezing, Vox looked up with his eyes blurred by sleep and sniffed the air. Once again he laid his hot head down to his hot paws and whimpered. He opened his eyes to find a black snout invading his hiding spot.

Authors Note- first chapter done! I need a beta for this story! If you would contact me that would just be peachy. I can’t promise an update everyday, I do have school to take care of, but I will try to update as much as possible!