Description: The vox is a Volcanic Fox, and is completely made up of Molten and Hardened Lava. They usually are red and orange, but in some cases and biomes, they can come in Blue and Silver.
The Red and Orange breed goes by the Voxus Rotannis, and the Blue and Silver is the Voxus Azurai.
Ever since I was old enough to remember, my main goal in life was to be normal. Who knew that would be the biggest backfire of the century.
My mother always talked about how I would be this amazing leader. That someday I would be brave and daring, saving lives and being front and center in the spotlight, with the world singing my praises. She wouldnt talk about him much, but my dad was the same ...
I’m single, and its all my fault. Today is Valentine’s Day. Most people are happy and in love. Me? Not so much. All because I thought I was amazing. I thought, “I should have a boyfriend by now.” And then I got one. Two months later, I was admitted into a mental asylum for speaking to an imaginary person. The end....
I have been absent for twelve days due to pirates. The Nightshade suffered damage from the Crimson Dagger and we lost a good man. Lieutenant Jaxon Starbird will be greatly missed. We managed to dock at the Halauirian Dokks for a week, and were lucky to find a repairman on such short notice. We now left the Dokks and are adrift the Elondry...
Between the green glimmering light of the forest and the dull melancholy brown of the dirt road, a carriage rolled up to Myrtlewood Manor. Out stepped a woman that we must follow, who was by no means a threat. At least that's what she would like you to think. There was nothing striking about her, except a slight contrast between the holiday cheer of her clothes and the defensive fire burning in he...
If someone told me that today would be the day my best friend found out that I was a superhero, I would’ve laughed. I have been so careful to keep my secret identity under wraps, but today called for desperate measures.
My best friend, Walter Jarrenson, was at my house for the third time this week. It was a friday afternoon, and like usual, a knock sounded at the door at 2:00 p.m. sharp. Walter ...