[Chasing Rabbits.]

Haha thank you Shade, your opinion means a lot to me but maybe you should try to find a girl Docksen to keep all that testosterone in check! Oh and the only reason this boy turned out like this was becase I was watching Spirit while trying to come up with a design XD

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Omg dude, this is like insane ;'D I absolutely love the Cheyenne and Cherokee Indian nations; and the tribal paint symbols they use are amazing; and to have a Docksen like such would be amazing :'D I have distant Cheyenne in me, so it wold mean a lot to get this guy. c; I love the movie spirit; and he reminds me a lot of the horses in that movie xD wkngsvlgrwgrn /end rant/ Sorry; got carried away. Last time I did this elaborate of a thing didn't even get the docksen, so trying to withhold my urge to go all out.
And pardon if I get some of the culture/information wrong. I'm good with native american history and all but not specifically one tribe so I might get some things confused ^^"
AND we are going to say this is basically back in time; since I want this guy present at the battle of Little Big Horn xD And like, history is going to change because I don't want him being 245d43 years old xD

Username:
EpicalMe
Title:
Ahote/"Restless One"/Cheyenne
Appelation:
He goes by Ahote, thats it.
Novella:
"Mónêhé'še, Mónêhé'še, Mónêhé'še, Mónêhé'še!?" The small Docksen colt pleaded with his mother asking in his native language if she was ready to go, jumping up and down eagerly his underdeveloped wings pinned to his sides.
"Yes son, calm down." His dainty mother replied; chuckling at his silly antics. She was exhausted; just having come back from a hunt with their master, but she forced herself to make her last fawn happy. He had an extreme urge for adventure, and she fueled it as best as she could taking him out regularly. He was but a few weeks old but it seemed as soon as he got to his feet he was ready to see the world.
"I can't calm down, I'm much to excited mum!" He shouted, running in circles around her. He was always excited for he and his mothers adventures; but this time he seemed to be so much more so. She had promised to take him to a waterfall; something scarce around these parts as water wasn't a major source.
When his mother finally decided to go, Ahote darted out ahead of her, looking around wildly at everything around him. He didn't even so much as notice the tension and hesitation his mother had. She was fearful of going out; as she was aware there was fighting and feelings of hate circling the Cheyenne's because someone by the name of George Armstrong Custer was planning a battle of sorts. The fawn's mother was scared they would end up in the wrong place wrong time.
"Muuuummmm" Ahote wailed; frustrated at how slow she was. This was enough to make her guilty and she left behind her hesitation and ran forwards, flicking her tail as if challenging her boy to a small race. "Nóxa'e!" He yelled, pleading for her to wait . "I wasn't ready" He said, laughing just as he took off running.

The two docksen, mother and son, arrived at the waterfall a few short hours later. "Mum! This is amazing" He shouted excitedly, leaping into the water without a second thought. He struggled to stay afloat for a bit; having never swam much before. The smart colt quickly got the hang of it thought and was doing laps in the small pool.
"Be careful" His mother neighed, giggling at the sight of her son in the water. While he played she kept a close eye on him, but grazed quietly by the waters edge to pass the time. Soon darkness began to fall; and Ahote's mum was yearning to go home but Ahote himself wasn't thrilled with the idea. "Come on, time to go" She neighed softly, putting at his ears softly until he willingly followed close behind her. As they neared camp an overwhelming stench of blood and death filled the air. His mother sped up and made sure Ahote stayed very close to her. They passed over many dead bodies, mostly women and children among the dead. "Close your eyes Ahote" she nickered, not wanting him to see so much bloodshed. He willingly did so until the arrived at their masters house. His mother stamped her hoof and neighed loudly to get his attention and luckily he came out, alive and well.
"Elsu! Ahote!" He yelled, clapping his hands together before throwing his arms around Elsu, and rubbing the top of Ahote's head between his stubby antlers. The young warrior had come out of the battle that struck the village, known commonly as The Battle of Washita River, alive.

Stricken by the horrible deed the white Americans had done to his people; Ahote told himself he was to fight next time something like this happened and he wouldn't let the other side win. After everything was cleaned up and almost normal again Ahote felt it had been long enough to go around asking for what happened. He tore around camp, asking all the other docksens, horses, dogs, and stray animals about it. He greedily consumed every detail until he had a good picture of the exact thing taking place. His mother didn't like his sudden interest in battle but she let it go as he was his normal self just intrigued in something new. They still went on their little adventures to fulfill his need for adventure which was only growing with each coming day. By the time Ahote was an adult, he knew the countryside they called home better than any of the humans even.

A few years later, Ahote had gotten chosen of all the tribes Docksens to be the lead warrior. Mainly because of his familiarity to the area, as well as his drive for being successful. He wasn't outrageously strong but the Cheyennes didn't focus mostly on physical power but mental capability. His mother was aging, and he tried to spend a lot of his time with her still but had to focus on his new job. Shortly after Ahote got the grip of his new job; Lt Custer returned to finnish what he started.
In a flurry of preparation of the battle predicted to take place Ahote and the band of horses and Docksens that served in battle were prepared for war. They all had unique tribal markings painted into their fur; those of which would be permanent. Ahote's golden and white coat was now marked for war and bloodshed; and he was ready.
Not only the Cheyenne nation was fighting this battle; The Cheyenne, together with the Lakota, the Sioux and a small band of Arapaho all came together. With a eerie silence, tension all around a single gunshot rang through the air. With that one beacon; the native americans all made unique battle cries before tearing after the enemy.
Ahote found himself in the middle of it, and bewildered just struck out blindly with his antlers, going where his master told him to as he was on his back. After a long while of battling, Ahote spotted the person who appeared to be leading it all. Without any aide from his master he tore off after him, flapping his wings to fly over forgetting the native American docksens always had their wings clipped so they couldn't fly. It was to make them more equal, with no extra advantage.

Once the stunned leader, Lt. Custer realized this mad Docksen and it's master were heading for him he turned his horse and started to flee but Ahote caught up and rammed into the horse, not enough to hurt it but enough to knock it over. Then Ahote left the Lieutenant for his master to deal with. His master leaped off Ahote's back and with a loud battle cry killed the man, claiming victory for all his people.
With no leader, the rest of his army fled, admitting the shameful defeat. The native americans lost many; but more lived. After the battle Ahote was exhausted and returned to the village; looking to tell his mother of the news. He got to were she was last and what met him was horrible. His mother as well as two other docksens lay on the ground, their throats slit. "Névááhe?!" He cried, in anger but sadness as well. "Névááhe?!" He repeated, yelling to the wind asking who did this. Thought he already knew the answer.
The whites had come and attacked the village, killing his mother in the process. The death gripped Ahote for a long time; and he mourned. But it was death, and it came to everyone at some point so he put it past him and thought more that his mother was in a better place.

Time heals, and now Ahote is his normal adventurous, happy self. Thought he has no mum to share it with, and no friends either.

Hope you don't mind me adding a more formal bio, I'm very picky with detail and If I am lucky enough to get this guy I'll elaborate more.

A H O T E

Name
|Ahote, meaning 'Restless One' in Cheyenne.

Nicknames
|He only answers to Ahote. What's the point of a name if you aren't to be called by it?

Gender
|Male

Age
|5 years old

Species
|Skyeloric Docksen

Build
|Ahote is quite tall, but very thin. Living purely off the surrounding nature like all native americans has kept him healthy and thin. He has long legs, and a long thin bodice. His wings are slightly larger than normal but are of little use to him as his feathers were clipped so he can't fly. He stands 15.2 Hands high.

Appearence
|Ahote has golden brown fur, with white accents. He has a white bird beak, underbelly, under his tail, a splotch on his flanks, wing tips and his front legs up to the joint and his back left leg to the ankle. 4 of his feathers have dark brown rather than white on them. He has many permanent paint markings of various symbols decorating him as well. Such as 3 gray lines across his muzzle, a red sun around his left eye, a decorative symbol on his left shoulder, and his back left leg has a dark blue zigzag ring around it. And to top of the magnificent appearance is 3 intricate feathers are tied to his tail.

Eye Color
|His eyes are a crisp dark blue.

Scars
|No scars.

Personality
|Ahote is simply, happy. He is very optimistic and tries to see only the good things in life; and he does. He doesn't let anything bring him down; though in certain situations he allows himself grief. He also has a major thirst for adventure, claiming it a necessity to life. Loving adventure also entitles him to be bold and headstrong. Not much scares this guy; even if something did he would get over it.

Likes
{ Adventure } He is titled 'Restless one' after all, he is restless and always has to be doing something thrilling.
{ Sun Dances } They are just a fun little thing he enjoys watching his masters do.

Dislikes
{ Nothing } He is too happily spirited and optimistic.

Habits
|He has no habits per say.

Family
{ Elsu } Mother

Companion
|No one love him. He loves no one.

History
|"Mónêhé'še, Mónêhé'še, Mónêhé'še, Mónêhé'še!?" The small Docksen colt pleaded with his mother asking in his native language if she was ready to go, jumping up and down eagerly his underdeveloped wings pinned to his sides.
"Yes son, calm down." His dainty mother replied; chuckling at his silly antics. She was exhausted; just having come back from a hunt with their master, but she forced herself to make her last fawn happy. He had an extreme urge for adventure, and she fueled it as best as she could taking him out regularly. He was but a few weeks old but it seemed as soon as he got to his feet he was ready to see the world.
"I can't calm down, I'm much to excited mum!" He shouted, running in circles around her. He was always excited for he and his mothers adventures; but this time he seemed to be so much more so. She had promised to take him to a waterfall; something scarce around these parts as water wasn't a major source.
When his mother finally decided to go, Ahote darted out ahead of her, looking around wildly at everything around him. He didn't even so much as notice the tension and hesitation his mother had. She was fearful of going out; as she was aware there was fighting and feelings of hate circling the Cheyenne's because someone by the name of George Armstrong Custer was planning a battle of sorts. The fawn's mother was scared they would end up in the wrong place wrong time.
"Muuuummmm" Ahote wailed; frustrated at how slow she was. This was enough to make her guilty and she left behind her hesitation and ran forwards, flicking her tail as if challenging her boy to a small race. "Nóxa'e!" He yelled, pleading for her to wait . "I wasn't ready" He said, laughing just as he took off running.

The two docksen, mother and son, arrived at the waterfall a few short hours later. "Mum! This is amazing" He shouted excitedly, leaping into the water without a second thought. He struggled to stay afloat for a bit; having never swam much before. The smart colt quickly got the hang of it thought and was doing laps in the small pool.
"Be careful" His mother neighed, giggling at the sight of her son in the water. While he played she kept a close eye on him, but grazed quietly by the waters edge to pass the time. Soon darkness began to fall; and Ahote's mum was yearning to go home but Ahote himself wasn't thrilled with the idea. "Come on, time to go" She neighed softly, putting at his ears softly until he willingly followed close behind her. As they neared camp an overwhelming stench of blood and death filled the air. His mother sped up and made sure Ahote stayed very close to her. They passed over many dead bodies, mostly women and children among the dead. "Close your eyes Ahote" she nickered, not wanting him to see so much bloodshed. He willingly did so until the arrived at their masters house. His mother stamped her hoof and neighed loudly to get his attention and luckily he came out, alive and well.
"Elsu! Ahote!" He yelled, clapping his hands together before throwing his arms around Elsu, and rubbing the top of Ahote's head between his stubby antlers. The young warrior had come out of the battle that struck the village, known commonly as The Battle of Washita River, alive.

Stricken by the horrible deed the white Americans had done to his people; Ahote told himself he was to fight next time something like this happened and he wouldn't let the other side win. After everything was cleaned up and almost normal again Ahote felt it had been long enough to go around asking for what happened. He tore around camp, asking all the other docksens, horses, dogs, and stray animals about it. He greedily consumed every detail until he had a good picture of the exact thing taking place. His mother didn't like his sudden interest in battle but she let it go as he was his normal self just intrigued in something new. They still went on their little adventures to fulfill his need for adventure which was only growing with each coming day. By the time Ahote was an adult, he knew the countryside they called home better than any of the humans even.

A few years later, Ahote had gotten chosen of all the tribes Docksens to be the lead warrior. Mainly because of his familiarity to the area, as well as his drive for being successful. He wasn't outrageously strong but the Cheyennes didn't focus mostly on physical power but mental capability. His mother was aging, and he tried to spend a lot of his time with her still but had to focus on his new job. Shortly after Ahote got the grip of his new job; Lt Custer returned to finnish what he started.
In a flurry of preparation of the battle predicted to take place Ahote and the band of horses and Docksens that served in battle were prepared for war. They all had unique tribal markings painted into their fur; those of which would be permanent. Ahote's golden and white coat was now marked for war and bloodshed; and he was ready.
Not only the Cheyenne nation was fighting this battle; The Cheyenne, together with the Lakota, the Sioux and a small band of Arapaho all came together. With a eerie silence, tension all around a single gunshot rang through the air. With that one beacon; the native americans all made unique battle cries before tearing after the enemy.
Ahote found himself in the middle of it, and bewildered just struck out blindly with his antlers, going where his master told him to as he was on his back. After a long while of battling, Ahote spotted the person who appeared to be leading it all. Without any aide from his master he tore off after him, flapping his wings to fly over forgetting the native American docksens always had their wings clipped so they couldn't fly. It was to make them more equal, with no extra advantage.

Once the stunned leader, Lt. Custer realized this mad Docksen and it's master were heading for him he turned his horse and started to flee but Ahote caught up and rammed into the horse, not enough to hurt it but enough to knock it over. Then Ahote left the Lieutenant for his master to deal with. His master leaped off Ahote's back and with a loud battle cry killed the man, claiming victory for all his people.
With no leader, the rest of his army fled, admitting the shameful defeat. The native americans lost many; but more lived. After the battle Ahote was exhausted and returned to the village; looking to tell his mother of the news. He got to were she was last and what met him was horrible. His mother as well as two other docksens lay on the ground, their throats slit. "Névááhe?!" He cried, in anger but sadness as well. "Névááhe?!" He repeated, yelling to the wind asking who did this. Thought he already knew the answer.
The whites had come and attacked the village, killing his mother in the process. The death gripped Ahote for a long time; and he mourned. But it was death, and it came to everyone at some point so he put it past him and thought more that his mother was in a better place.

Time heals, and now Ahote is his normal adventurous, happy self. Thought he has no mum to share it with, and no friends either.

{Picture}

I'm working on some art now ^^

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OMG!!! I HAVE TO GET HIM NATIVE AMERICAN WAR HORSES ARE MY FAVEORITE!!!!

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SaraSaphire, do you have the color codes for this docksen? I'm working on some art and want to get colors right ^^"

[Chasing Rabbits.]

Haha hold on one second, I'll check the color code now and kudos to you for being competitive. I'm actually surprised at your reactions to this lil' guy XD

EDIT: Okay his base color is #a36a26, the blue is #373068, the red is #921f1b, and the antlers/hooves/nose/four darker feathers are #140d05. The white is just plain ol’ white so you shouldn’t have trouble finding it but the three feathers tied to his tail I’m not sure about. You can use the red and white from up above, the last one has a black tip so that shouldn’t be bothersome and the middle one is just #816b4c with that dark brown used above for the stripes. Hope that helps

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Added a piece of art ^^
Do you know yet when you'll be giving this guy up? I've got 4 or 5 sketches floating around and need to stop myself haha.
Don't want to do too much and not get him, but if I do it'll be non-stop drawing after drawing :'D

[Chasing Rabbits.]

I will probably pick the winner either next Monday or Thursday so that everyone has the weekend to fix up their forms and so that I am able to study for my finals. Sigh, testing starts next week Tuesday for me...

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Can't wait to see who gets him ^^

[akirawolf]

username:
Title: elsu/flying falcon
Appelation: its just elsu or falcon
Nickname: falcon
Novella: WIP
I can't do much of the form right now because I'm on my phone.

[Chasing Rabbits.]

Yikes! I completely forgot when I said I would end this so seeing as I left you all waiting for so long I guess it's time to end this suspense. I am very pleased to hand over ownership of this sweetherat to EpicalMe. I know you will take great care of the briliant Ahote and I would like to thank everyone for posting forms.
Good Luck
Good Day
~Sarah