No Name

By Joat

• May 9, 2012

Age: Young adult, immortal

Gender: Male

Species: Non-Pony

Appearance: Fox. Rather cute, orange fur, white belly and tail tip, black paws, light gray eyes.

Personality: Curious, intelligent, brave, yet easily frightened

Backstory: NOTE: The fox is from a different dimension, so the backstory will sound very un-MLP-like at first.<br /><br />The White Autumn, an oak tree with white bark, is located deep within a forest. It is famous for dropping leaves all through the year, rather than merely through autumn, earning it its name.<br /><br />It was under this tree that this fox was born. However, not an hour after it was born, a wolf arrived. The foxes ran, but the Wolf was too fast for the mother. The mother was killed and eaten. The father never returned; what happened to him is unknown. This fox, though helpless to defend himself, was concealed by the leaves, and was not found by the wolf.<br /><br />Time passed. Though there was nobody to provide for him, he did not succumb to hunger or thirst. The leaves protected him from the eyes of predators.<br /><br />Days turned to weeks, weeks into months. As he matured, he began to explore his surroundings. He learned quickly not to stray too far from the tree, lest he get lost or, worse, nearly eaten by a predator when he had no leaves to hide under.<br /><br />Months turned into years. He began learning and growing more intelligent. He was capable of great thought and even learned of a new language, English. He knew then that the tree was the source of it. He began to feel an empathic bond with the tree. He was learning what the mystical tree had learned over its many years.<br /><br />At four years of age, he felt the tree giving him a new request. It wanted him to leave, to see the world, to explore, to experience. Though he was afraid, he did as the tree wished of him, and slowly, he walked away from the tree and out of the forest.<br /><br />He first found a large city. It was a fascinating city, but also intimidating and unfriendly. After a few weeks there and several brushes with capture and/or harm, he fled the city. He traveled onward to the south, toward another forest. There, he encountered a strange lake, its surface shimmering with light even though it was night. No other creatures were around the lake, but he felt something calling him to the lake. Slowly, cautiously, he walked toward the lake. He could not see past the surface. Having second thoughts, he started to back away, but curiosity overcame fear.<br /><br />He dived into the water. Below the water, he could not see at all. However, he could feel. What he felt, though, was not water. He felt perfectly still, yet he felt as if he were traveling an impossible distance. He could feel his sense of time blurring. He could feel a wave of color washing over him. Then, he felt water. He felt like he was floating in water, his sense of time had normalized, and overall, he felt normal once more. He was not sure what to think or feel about what he had just experienced, or if he would tax his sanity trying to discern it.<br /><br />Letting it go for now, he swam up to the surface. There was hardly any swimming to do, for the water he was under was relatively shallow. What he beheld upon surfacing from the water of the fountain he was now in was astounding. This was a place of vibrant color, of beautiful scenery. It looked like a town, not of humans, but instead of some sort of ponies, as vibrant in color as their surroundings.