• Elizabeth • Brighton •
• Artic Fox •
• Artic Fox •
███████ ██ ██ тhis ɨs ωho ɨ αm...
→ αs ɣou ¢an ѕee, Elizabeth Brighton ɨs мy ηame.
→ вut ʀather тhan Elizabeth, ¢all мe Lizzy, Beth, Bethie, Bitty, Eliza, Take your pick! I am easy.
→ ʝust ɨn ¢ase ɣou ¢an't тell, ɨ'm α Girl! <3
→ ωho ɨs Twenty two ɣears σld.
→ мy ρack ɨs Bane ѕo ɢet σver ɨt.
→ ℓast вut ηot ℓeast, ɨ'm тhe Beta Female .
███████ ██ ██ тhese αre мy ɨnterests...
→ ɨf ɨ ¢an't нave мore σf тhese...
___► My Pack
___► Big Bro Kyrian
___► Tanner, “He and I are best friends <3”
___► "I do like to have fun, some people see it as flirting. But I just like it."
тhen ɨ ωill нurt ɣou.
→ ɨf ɣou ɢive мe мore σf тhese...
___► Traps
___► Skinners
___► Anything That Threatens My Pack
тhen ɨ ωill ¢ut ɣou.
→ ɨf ɣou вring мe ηear αny σf тhese...
___► Ending Up as Someone's Hat
___► Ending Up as Someone's Coat
___► Displeasing others
тhen ɨ ωill кill ɣou.
███████ ██ ██ αnd тhis ɨs мy ѕtory...
→ α ℓittle вackground ηoise...
My story isn’t much different then most girls that run away around these parts. I am from a first class family that was filled with ambition. My mother was ambitious. She was a pretty second class citizen. Her beauty picked up my daddy. He was his third wife. He had a small title and some land. Just enough to make his children marriageable to those who were our ’betters’. I never understand why they were considered “betters”. Anyways, since my mum was the third wife I had some other siblings before me. They were all a lot older than me. My oldest brother was nearing twenty when I came. The others were well into their teens. Most of all they didn’t want anything to do with me. I guess they considered themselves to be “better” then me because their mothers had some small titles or something. I really didn’t care as a child. My daddy loved me. Some say he was doting and spoiled me. But I was something precious to him. I am not sure why? Maybe because I was the absolutely last child he would have? I am not sure. Again as a kid I only cared that he was kind to me and let me play outside and in the dirt. I couldn’t get enough of being outside as a kid!
Anyways, he got sick when I was eight. It wasn’t anything serious. At least I didn’t think it was. Daddy always had coughing spasms. I knew it was because of his cigar smoking. And he hadn’t taken a puff since I was six and told him that I didn’t like the way it smelled. Well, it only bothered me in animal form. Oh yes, I knew since I was six. My mother believed that she needed to teach me how to hide the fact I was. Which I guess I could understand. She did explain about the furs I saw others wear fur trimmed coats were possibly people like her and me. And wouldn’t that be awful! I wanted to show daddy but mother said no. Anyways, it ended up that it was something more serious. The illness mad it hard for daddy to even walk for short distances. Though, he would always come to sit outside to watch me. Sitting outside seemed to be helping! He could walk down stairs and sit out in the garden with me and then after resting for a long while, he could walk back up the stairs.
Daddy was a good guy. He worried about me. Mother had no resources to support me with the lifestyle he could. Not that I cared. I really liked just playing more. And sneaking out to change forms. I loved doing that. It felt so good to hide up in a tree. It was just natural feeling. I would hide there all day sometimes. Especially when my siblings came around. By the age of twelve one was always around it seemed. Daddy would be kept in side, he was getting worse. I was mad and told them that he should be allowed out side. They told me I wouldn’t matter when father died. I would just be his third wife’s child. If I was male I would have been more valuable and father could have left something more in his will for me. But his estate was left to him in such away that he couldn’t leave it to any of his girls. The other girls were already married and had money from their mothers…. Well you see now right? I would had very little to a very small amount to live on one that wouldn’t get me a proper husband after my father’s death . Even when he did find me a husband it was with a rather small dowry.
Yes, my father found me a husband before he died. I was thirteen when I first met that mean little bug! Really! He looked like a bug! I just wanted to squish his face with my boot. He wasn’t very pleasant either. When I met him he ordered me to do some stuff for him. Saying that since I was going to be his wife it was his right. He was always trying to keep me inside too. They had perfectly good garden that he never would go in! If he ever did, I would have to give him a kiss or something… Then when I did he would call me a tart and ask if I kissed other boys. That was his favorite game, claim to someone that I was tainted or spoiled some how! I didn’t care. I knew that I was more worried about playing in animal form then to mess with boys. But each time he did, they had to bring me to their home and “check” if I still had my virtue. Never knew that virtue was between your legs… Well, he delayed our marriage a year with these claims. By this time I had grown to hate him. Lets face it, you would hate someone that continually subjected you to having your privates checked to make sure that he will have the honors of getting rid of what he feared others would do before him…. p***k…
Anyways, the day of our wedding. I was subjected to one last test of my virtue. I passed! But I hated standing there with him in front of that bishop…. I hated everything. I was mad and embarrassed. I knitted my soul with a filthy man that was only worried about using me after the service and feasting. He told me this at the alter, at the dinning hall, and in the garden where he surprised me with dancing under the stars. He figured it would be a nice touch since once I was his wife he didn’t need to let me outside if he didn’t wish me to be outside… He told me this during our first dance as married couple. I flipped… I shrunk out of my dress and sprinted for the woods that were just out side of his garden. I ran and ran.. I didn’t look back. Not until I couldn’t see any other lights but the stars above me. I stayed in my artic fox form all night and the next day and the next.
Luckily the forest I had made my mad dash to, was rather large. At least to my fourteen year old mind it seemed to go on for ever. It was frightening but exhilarating to be out on my own. But it also felt so right… I started to lose weight become leaner and stronger, because I was constantly moving and food was never really easy to come by. Sometimes at night I would change into human form. Just to feel the moon on my skin and remember what humanity felt like. But for the most part, I liked to stay in my fox form. Following rivers and such, I found myself several weeks later in the same woods at the Bane Pack. It was small then. I don’t think they had many more members beyond Kyrian and Madeline and a few others. It was Kyrian that found me. I probably looked half starved. Stupidly I was trying to capture a small rabbit and when I failed has started to cry which put me back in human form. Once he saw me in human form. Well he took me in. Sort of like a little sister kind of thing. I look up to him because he taught me many things I needed to survive. He also gave me a new family. How could I not respect the guy! And Madeline, I love her. I wished she was my real big sister. She is gorgeous too!
Well, I love my pack. I started out as kind of messenger type, a step below a scout really. But once I turned sixteen I became a scout for a good long time. Well a couple of years. The pack grew and the needs changed. I guess when I was eighteen at the time when I was thinking about stepping up a rank or two. Really, now that the pack was getting bigger, Kyrian was going to need a beta. So I kind of was going for that spot when I took on the mission to scout out something near town. The mission kept me near the town and near the hunters at the borders of the forest. It was a dangerous place to be for an artic fox. But I wanted to prove myself to Kyrian and Madeline. Show the I was worthy. After I was done gathering the information that was needed, I went into the forest and shifted ready for the long run home. I didn’t know that there were hunters trying to use dusk to find them a deer or something. But when they spotted me. Well, you can imagine they send their dogs and tried throwing stuff at me. I was so frightened! I ran the whole way home. A couple of miles straight sprinting. My limbs were on fire by the time I reached the territory.
I still didn’t feel safe so I continued to run towards the den. But I was slowing down. My body was giving out. I couldn’t stand it. I was crying in pain and fright. That was when I ran into something that was white. I tried to get up after running into him. But now I was really crying, and I started to shift. Well the pain from shifting was so much I passed out right on the white mass. When I woke up I was home. Kyrian wasn’t pleased with me for hurting myself so. But that’s when he introduced me to the polar bear shifter that saved my life. Turns out that my savior was going to become my best friend, Tanner! I love him to pieces! A little lazy sometimes but a great guy. He and I are both beta’s now! Its great! Nothing like working with your best friend!
→ αnd ωhatever єlse...
___ “Tanner like me? Well duh we are best friends!” She is rather clueless about his crush. She probably come to like him. She may already but she doesn‘t know. Its hard for her to recognize people being interested in her unless they are rude about it. If they are fun and flirty she is the same back. She might not mean it all the time, but its alright.
███████ ██ ██ α ℓittle єxtra...
→ мy тheme ѕong ɨs Slip into Spring ωhether ɣou ℓike ɨt σr ηot.
→ мy мaster ɨs CuddlyDeathPrincess
