The group totally dedicated to foxes! We allow all art related/involving foxes, including poems and fanfics.
Please take time to read the rules, afterwards feel free to join!
** Visitors we will not accept your deviations. You must be a part of this group to submit art here. **
You are allowed 10 submissions a day
We will not be accepting Scene or sparklefoxes any more. Any fox submitted with an ungodly high amount of non realistic coloring and giant floof bangs will be denied.
If you join you will be obligated to submit at least one peice of art.
Any art submitted that doesn't follow guidelines will be removed.
No humans or anthros.
No hate/taxidermy submissions
We only accept photographs that you yourself have taken and those that follow our guidelines.
No ultra mature art please, a little gore/blood is ok but thats about all that will be allowed.
Please do not submit multiple contest entries from another group- those entries belong with the group holding the contest.
Ex: the "create 1000 foxes eating pudding" contest. We love foxes as much as anyone but we dont need 1000 foxes all eating pudding in here. o_o
The art you submit must be made by you! Please do not submit photos you have drawn on or photoshopped things onto.
No using free lineart for your drawings- if you have not created the art 100% then we won't accept it. Original artwork only please.
- This also counts for adoptables submitted. We do not, nor will we ever accept anything not 100% made by you. No free lines/ect.
Before you join, if you have any questions, post them here at the group or send me a note, do not put your question in the member invite because I cannot reply to it.
We aren't looking for any more contributors, so when you click to join us please select "members". Thank you
-This does not mean you cannot submit art to the group as a member, contributors just submit art more frequently and are usually contributing to a specialty area in fox art.
-If at any time I decide we need more contributors I will send the selected person an invite. ^-^
Here at Foxes of First Dark we look at all aspects of the fox.. the mystery, beauty, and darkerside. Kitsunes and folklore foxes are accepted here!
Note: we will be having weekly challenges again, you are not obligated to participate it is only just for fun If you feel up to it, join in ^^
Note: All art submissions will go into the featured folder. They will be sorted out accordingly at a later time ^^
Hope you join and enjoy!
Date NightStella looked around the cluttered, messy room that served as their half of the barracks apartment. By military standards the living quarters was a disaster; sheets and blankets were wadded up in the corners of the room, the beds were unmade and shed fur coated nearly every surface. However, the room inspectors let the disarray slide due to one simple fact; the occupants of the room were animals. The two other residents of the three bedroom suite were under more strict scrutiny as they actually slept in a bed and didn’t need to curl their blankets up on the floor to feel comfortable. The rest of the apartment was clean, primped and pressed, but Whisper and Stella’s quarters was a horrible muddle.
The wolf padded over to where her roommate was sitting in front of a mirror that had been placed on the floor. The fox’s long tongue worked desperately to flatten out a stubborn piece of fur on her tail, without much success.
“Easy Whisper,” the wolf said cal
Combat in the Sands, Struggles in the Heart Pt. 1Rose set the drinks tray down on the barrel lid that was serving as a table; The Fox’s Den was crowded with patrons attempting to get out of the blistering summer sun. The foxes at the table grabbed their whiskey and drank them down greedily. She took the empty tray back to the bar where the Gray Fox had more half-full glasses waiting. Dixie was sitting behind the bar looking disappointedly at the bustle of animals that occupied the various tables.
“These drinks ain’t makin’ us much money,” She told Rose bluntly. “It would be better if y’all were workin’.”
“Well, I'm sorry Dixie. We just ain't gettin' any customers, as hot as it is no one wants warm company, no matter how we wave our tails at 'em.” Rose replied as she picked up her tray and headed back to the tables.
Rose could tell Dixie was furious at her response but she didn’t care. The cross vixen headed over to where a rattlesnake sat coiled
Combat in the Sands, Struggles in the Heart Pt. 2Rose was woken up the next morning by a paw poking her roughly in the side. She opened her eyes slowly to see Violet looming over her.
“Get up!” The red vixen said urgently.
Rose rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she regarded her sister.
“You need to get up, Dixie is throwin’ a fit,” Violet told her, “you’re supposed to be announcing for the Semifinal’s today. Lily and Daisy are stalling for you but you have to get out there now.”
“How am I supposed to do that?” Rose said, rising from her bed.
“I don’t know but Dixie says you got to get out there now.”
Rose decided that it was in her and her sisters’ best interest to do as Dixie wanted. Heading out into the blazing sun, she made her way down to the arena as fast as the heat would allow.
One of Dixie’s security foxes escorted her to the wagon that served as the announcer stage. Rose groomed her fur
Moonrise of the Fox Pg. 1 Cpt. 1 You can look... forever...to the far corner edges of the globe and keep looking and looking and looking for something that's been in front of you the entire time. Sometimes... all it takes is courage, hope, and a belief to find it, even if it means searching and searching and searching. No matter where you go, some may think it's a dumb idea and question, 'why look for it?' But.. despite that... next to that, I believe. In a vast waste land, half dead...I remembered only one thing...a hawk...a scarlet one...flying against the raising sun's sky with a stone in it's talons...everything went white after that...seeming like nothing more than mere imagination...what good is imagination when its not real? But the hawk and that stone were the things I last saw...of home...
Water rushed violently and with such great power. A white and black fox, trapped in the undertow, drowning, dying. That same fox jolted awake. Eyes wide. Where....where am I? he thought looking
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