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Nina Foxhorn

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Nina Foxhorn

This story is dark and graphic depending on how you take it so be warned and ready if Nina tries to kill you.

Nina Foxhorn

Age: 18

Species: Anthropomorphic Fox

Gender: Female

Height: 5’4”

Build: Athletic with soft curves; toned from farm life

Fur Color: Rusty orange with darker accents on her paws, ears, and tail tip

Hair: Long, black with violet highlights, usually tied in a messy ponytail

Eye Color: Bright sky-blue

Clothing Style: Practical but playful – typically seen in snug denim shorts, a short white tank top, and bare paws or muddy boots

Background

Born and raised on Foxhorn Ranch, Nina is the last of the Foxhorn family—owners of a sprawling homestead on the outer edge of the village of Willowdeep in the sun-kissed hills of Virga. Orphaned young and raised by her grandmother until the old woman’s passing, Nina inherited the ranch at sixteen and has run it with fierce pride and clumsy charm ever since.

Though many underestimate her due to her youthful energy and scatterbrained moments, Nina is surprisingly capable. She rises with the sun, wrangles stubborn livestock, and manages her supplies with a meticulousness that would make an accountant sweat. However, her isolated upbringing left her deeply naïve about the outside world, especially when it comes to trust and intentions.

The Secret of the Ranch

Deep on the far edge of her land lies a grove of black-wooded trees surrounded by a crumbled stone circle—untouched by time or weather. Animals refuse to go near it. Nina won’t either, not unless she absolutely must. Her grandmother called it The Listening Place—but never explained what listened.

There are also rumors, mostly forgotten, about why the Foxhorn family chose this land. Some say it's sacred. Others whisper it's cursed. The truth might be both.