[knifekind]

Dropping out to help Birch Bear xx

[gallivant]

OMG love this Foxerfly! I hope she can be my first! Hope who ever wins her takes amazing care of her!

When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold

When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood’s run stale

I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

At the curtain’s call
It's the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl

So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you made

Don't wanna let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't wanna hide the truth

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go

Your eyes, they shine so bright
I wanna save that light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

This world, this world is cold
But you don't, you don't have to go
You're feeling sad, you're feeling lonely
And no one seems to care
Your mother's gone and your father hits you
This pain you cannot bear

But we all bleed the same way as you do
And we all have the same things to go through

Hold on, if you feel like letting go
Hold on, it gets better than you know

Your days, you say they're way too long
And your nights, you can't sleep at all
Hold on
And you're not sure what you're waiting for
But you don't want to know more
You're not sure what you're looking for
But you don't want to know more

But we all bleed the same way as you do
And we all have the same things to go through

Hold on, if you feel like letting go
Hold on, it gets better than you know
Don't stop looking, you're one step closer
Don't stop searching, it's not over
Hold on

What are you looking for?
What are you waiting for?
Do you know what you're doing to me?
Go ahead
What are you waiting for?

Hold on, if you feel like letting go
Hold on, it gets better than you know
Don't stop looking, you're one step closer
Don't stop searching, it's not over

Hold on, if you feel like letting go
Hold on, it gets better than you know
Hold on

You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep
'Cause they'd fill the open air
And leave tear drops everywhere
You'd think me rude
But I would just stand and stare

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
The disco ball is just hanging by a thread
(Thread, thread...)

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
(When I fall asleep)

Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep?
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep
(Ha-ha)

To ten million fireflies
I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell
(Said farewell)
But I'll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar
(Jar, jar, jar...)

[2x]
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
(When I fall asleep)

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
Because my dreams are bursting at the seams

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[ ❋ the basics ]
Ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ;;
❝ My possible owners name is .:Whisper:. and she is sadly a nonowner
Ｆｏｘｅｒｆｌｙ Ｎａｍｅ;;
❝ Hello there my name is Garnet
Ｎａｍｅ Ｍｅａｎｉｎｇ;;
❝What is a Garnet? It's a precious stone consisting of a deep red vitreous silicate mineral. That explanation is a bit scientific but It is basically a sparkly rock that is usually red.
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ;;
❝I am female
Ｐｌｕｓｈｉｅ Ｎａｍｅ;;
❝His name is Woofie
Ｎａｍｅ Ｍｅａｎｉｎｇ;;
❝ He was my big bad woof!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[ ❋ appearance ]
Ｌｏｏｋｓ;;
WIP
Ｗｅａｒｓ;;
WIP
Ｃｈａｒｍ;;
WIP
Ｐｌｕｓｈｉｅ;;
WIP
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[ ❋ Life ]
Ｔｒａｉｔｓ;;
❝ Adventurous, Brave, Bold but can be Shy and Reserved
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎ ａｌｉｔｙ;;
❝ WIP
Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ;;
❝ My story is kinda sad, you still want to hear it?
I lived in a small town, the kind of place where you could walk down the street and knew the name of everyone you passed but one day my family moved and I was torn away from all familiarity. When I arrived in my new town I was shocked. It was a lot bigger than my old town and laid out in a strange and confusing way. The move wasn't what tore me apart though, it was the change...
After a few weeks I settled into my new home, neighbourhood and town, but I had a new problem, school. On the first Monday of term I stepped out of the comfort of my home my hood draped over my back and head, and my lunch box between my jaws. As I walked into the school yard all conversation ceased and I felt a 100 pairs of eyes boring into my back. I kept my down until somebody approached me. As I looked up I saw two mean eyes, like flames, looking down at me, It was like they were laughing at me.
"Well hello there, are you new here?" said the large foxer
I couldn't speak, only nod
"well then, we better welcome you to our school, boys" his voice was full of fake sympathy
Behind him appeared 4 other foxers, all of which towered over me. Suddenly the leftmost foxer lunged at me and grabbed my cloak. I let out a screech and pulled away, luckily he didn't have a proper hold on the fabric and I slipped out of his grasp. I turned away and sped away. As I ran tears ran from my eyes and dropped to the pavement
Ｌｉｋｅｓ;;
❝ WIP
Ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ;;
❝ WIP
Ｃｒｕｓｈ;;
❝ N/A
Ｍａｔｅ;;
❝ N/A
Ｋｉｔｓ;;
❝ N/A
Ｐｏｅｔｒｙ;;

Living the life, perfect and gold
Now torn away, sad and cold
Her walls were crumbling

The shadows are attacking
Then a light in the dark
In the form of a bark
Small and stitched
Real not bewitched
A guardian always there
To protect always aware
The wolf saved her from despair
The love will be forever there

[shuhalo]

HRRR
She's pretty but the dragon Foxer.
I'm in love ;D;

[wandzie.]

What a beautiful Foxer, it's so gorgeous! I'm really in love, but cause there's some expert coders and amazing artists entering, I shall wait I guess. Oh well, good luck everyone, I wanted to post so I'd be able to the see the future owner <3

[key]

Ooh.. I just couldn't stop myself from entering!

Username ;; key

Name ;; Rima

Name Meaning ;;
Rima is of Spanish and Arabic origin, and it means "rhyme, poetry; antelope".
In Hudson's "Green Mansions", Rima was an elusive maiden of the South American rain forest who spoke the language of animals and birds.

Nickname ;; Little Red Riding Hood
She doesn't like her nickname.

Plushie Name ;; Flow Dab Gib (big bad wolf backwards)

Plushie Nickname ;; Mrs. Gib or just Flow

Personality ;;

Art ;; {one piece min}

wip c:

[orse]

♛ L i l l i a n ♛
'Lilli'
#156


Username ;;



Hey, I am {h o r s e}. I have not applied for a foxerfly yet, but I sure have been stalking. I just really clicked with this beauty, so thank you for the opportunity to try and adopt her.



Name ;;



I have chosen the name Lillian, as it is not a totally typical based on her 'red riding hood' looks. I feel Lillian is a light and swift name, that creates the same atmosphere that her design gives.



Plushie Name ;;



Crystal is the name I have chosen for this plushie, because it fits well with the name Lillian, and it reminds me of a wolf.



Personality ;;



'I stand like a warrior, tall and strong, march to the beat of my own drum.'

Lillian or 'Lilli' is very strong willed. At times, she can be quite stubborn, but you really have to just see past it. She is very independent, and likes to work on her own. Put her in a group, and she instantly places herself as the leader. She is conscious of the fact that she can get quite bossy, so she much more prefers being solitary.

I am strong physically, built like a tree.

Lilli is really strong, and welcomes dirt and dust with open arms. Always roaming, she isn't afraid to get muddy. She is fast and strong, giving her the ability to move through the forest quickly. I mean, you have to watch out for wolves, don't you?



History ;;

Likes ;;

Dislikes ;;

About the Plushie ;;



Look into the crystal ball,
to see what future awaits.
Shining, glistening in the light,
You love, your sorrows, your hate.

Stare into my eyes,
See through to my soul.
You should really regret that,
I crossed paths with your stroll.





Story ;;

Poem ;;

Art ;;

[breath.]

Username ;;
Name ;;
Ava
Plushie Name ;;

Personality ;;
Art ;; {one piece min}

[leaving cs.]

Username ;; . New York City .
Name ;; I chose the name Adrienne. I think the spelling of the name is very rustic.
Name Meaning ;; It is the French version of the name Adrian, and means "From Adria, or the Adriatic sea region," but it also means, "dark."
Plushie Name ;; I have chosen the name "Lily" because I think it fits very well with the name I chose. It also is an old name, just like Adrienne.
Personality ;; Adrienne is an old soul. She is very polite, caring and shy. She does not like to be alone, at all. Adrienne enjoys reading and learning more, and will help her family and friends willingly. She gets along with people easily.
History ;; WIP
Likes ;; WIP
Dislikes ;; WIP
Story ;; WIP
Poem ;; WIP
Art ;; {one piece min} WIP

[snarkie.]

Username ;; snarkie.

Name ;; Catherine "Red" Lakewood
Alias ;; Little Red Riding Hood, The Red Reaper
Gender ;; Female
Age ;; 18 human years
Sexuality ;; Gray-Asexual Biromantic (she rarely ever feels romantic feelings towards other foxers, but it is not impossible, and she does not care much for gender in relationships)
Occupation ;; Baker/Witch Hunter

Likes ;; Baked goods, nature, eating, the color red, cute things, bows
Dislikes ;; Darkness, wolves, silence, arrogance, being alone, witches

Personality ;;

brave . stubborn . determined . optimistic . shy . altruistic

Catherine is a very hard person to get to know. She is definitely one of those kinds of people that acts very different around strangers than she does around friends. At first glance, she comes across as very serious, aloof, blunt, and stubborn, but once you get to know her you'll find that she can be quite different. The foxerflies of her old village and close friends have seen her more caring, silly side.

Catherine seems to be a very serious, no-nonsense foxerfly that doesn't have time to socialize or have fun. In some respect, this is true; ever since the disappearance of her grandmother, Catherine has never been the same, and for awhile she shut people out. However, over the past few years she has become more confident in her abilities and has decides that distancing herself was, well, lonely. Her timidness is often mistaken for aloofness; she is wary around strangers, but once she decides you're not a threat she is much more relaxed.

When around friends, Catherine is much more jovial and kind. She loves to eat just as much as she loves to bake, although she does not have much time for baking anymore. She will occasionally make treats for those close to her... if she hasn't eaten them already. She is also an optimist, despite what she's been through, although that's not to say she's got her head in the clouds. Rather, she simply refuses to give up, or accept the possibility that she can't prevent a bad outcome.

One thing Catherine is both in front of strangers and friends is stubborn. When she makes up her mind about something, she's not going to change it no matter what you say. She also does not like to rely on others, and avoids owing people as much as possible. She can be very blunt when refusing help as well, thinking it will make it more likely that the offer will not be made again. That's just the way she is.


History ;;

"It happened when I was just twelve years old..."
Before the dreaded kidnapping, Catherine was just a normal little girl. She lived with her grandmother for as long as she could remember, and never knew her real parents. This did not bother her, however, as she loved her grandmother very much. She was taught how to bake from an early age, and would make delicious breads and desserts with her that she would then go into the market and sell as their source of income. They lived out in the forest, making a trip to the market there and back take almost a day, but Catherine was always careful and she listened to her grandmother when she told her never to stray from the path, unless she was with her. The villagers at the market adored her for her kind, innocent demeanor and the delicious treats she would bring to sell. They would call her "Little Red" because of the red cape she always wore that her grandmother made for her.

For a child her age, Catherine never feared the vast forest she had to walk through. She always made sure to leave just before sunrise, and to be home by sunset. Her grandmother never seemed to worry about her journey to and from the market either. But one month in the winter, her grandmother was more nervous about Catherine leaving the house for long periods of time. She would send her off for shorter amounts of time, and some days wouldn't let her leave at all. The townspeople began to worry for Little Red and her grandmother, and people frequently trekked up to check on them, but Grandmother would always dismiss them and tell them they were fine. This confused Catherine, but she trusted her grandmother. She assumed it was due to the harsh winter weather and her grandmother didn't want her caught in a snow storm, and continued her lonely stay in her house.

One day, when the snow was beginning to melt, Catherine dared to ask her grandmother if she could go out into town. They hadn't sold anything for a very long time, and they were beginning to run low on food supplies. Her grandmother could not refuse, and agreed to allow Catherine to go into town on the condition that she came back before sunset, like always. Eager to see the people at the marketplace, Catherine hurriedly got her things together, thanking her grandmother profusely the whole time, and took off into the forest down the road. The townspeople were excited to see her again, and she was welcomed back with open arms. Catherine had so much fun seeing all of her friends in the town that before she knew it, sunset was coming. Upon realizing how dark it was getting, Catherine began to panic, and ran home as fast as she could. She was so worried about making it home in time before dark; what would her grandmother say? She would surely be angry. Catherine began to get more and more nervous as she went along, and began to wonder if she could cut through the forest and find an easier route to the house. As the sun was beginning to creep down lower and lower, Catherine began to panic more, until she finally caved, and strayed from the path. It wasn't nearly as scary as she thought it'd be; in fact, she was able to make it back home in half the time.
But what she would find there would shock and haunt her forever.



"My, what big teeth you've got..."
Inside her house, the house that she returned to safely every day to see her grandmother's smiling face, the house she happily, made cakes and cookies in every day, was a wolf.
And it was not just any normal wolf. It was a giant, stark black, werewolf-like creature. Catherine had never seen anything like it before. It was massive, bending it's upper body over in an awkward fashion in order to prevent it's head from hitting the ceiling. It had massive, sharp front claws and big, broad shoulders, and a big, ugly head. And it was standing over her grandmother. Catherine cried out in surprise and fear, and the werewolf monster turned to look at her, black goo dripping from it's angular, sharp-toothed maw. It stared at her with it's white, circular eyes that never blinked, and began to move closer to her. It's breath smelled of ash and death. Catherine couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"Catherine!" Her grandmother yelled, still on the floor. "Catherine, you have to run, now!" But she couldn't run. She just stood there, her eyes wide with fear, unable to move as the black werewolf moved closer to her. Grandmother screamed for her to move, but she just couldn't. She had been afraid, but never like this. They say that when your life is about to end, it flashes before your eyes, but Catherine saw nothing but the giant, horrifying monster lumbering towards her. Her Grandmother stood up and shouted something, but Catherine couldn't hear it. She couldn't hear anything except the werewolf's horrible, raspy roar as it charged straight for her. Even so, she could not move a single muscle. She was paralyzed with fear.
And then it all went black.

When Catherine awoke, the wolf and her grandmother were both gone. For a moment, she forgot what had happened; she searched the house for her grandmother frantically, checking every room and looking behind every door, but could not find her. Remembering the werewolf, she ran outside the house, looking for any footprints or trail that the creature could have left behind. It was nighttime, and the only thing that illuminated the forest were the fireflies. She couldn't see anything, but still, she ran into the forest, down the path, and then eventually off the path and into the thick of the woods, crying out for her grandmother. She looked for her for hours, but it was no use; she couldn't find her anywhere. But Catherine couldn't bring herself to stop searching, and ran throughout the woods, completely lost. Eventually, her hood got caught on a low-hanging branch, and she tripped, ripping the cloak in the process. Catherine did not even bother to get up from the ground; she grabbed her cloak, looking at the large hole that was now at the back of the hood, and began to cry into her red coat. Her whole life as she knew it was shattered; her grandmother was gone, and she had no idea what took her. And now, she was deep in the woods and had no clue how to get home.
"Oh my, you must be a very brave soul to be out here in the middle of night."
The voice shocked her, and Catherine looked up, gazing around her to see who it belonged to. It had not occurred to her that the wolf-creature could have eaten her grandmother and come after her, or perhaps another malevolent beast lurked about the forest. She then heard a chuckle of the same voice come from another area, flinching and looking in the direction it came from.
"Either that, or very, very foolish." The owner of the voice stepped out from the shadows, only to reveal that they themselves were a shadow. The dark being reminded her of a foxerfly, but also of the wolf-creature that had attacked her and her grandmother, only less... solid. The "person", for lack of a better word, looked somewhat like a ghost, as the back end of their form was fading away and only the pawprints of their backpacks were visible. Their fur was black and wispy, with tendrils coming out from varying places on their form. Catherine shrunk back in fear of the being, who merely smirked and snorted arrogantly back at her. "Cute. But you can't fool me, ma petite chasseur de sorcière. I know what you are. And I know what happened to your dear, sweet grandmother." Catherine recognized the words little witch chaser, although she did know what the shadowy figure meant by that, but upon hearing about her grandmother, she rose to her feet with excitement. "Where is she?" Catherine nervously asked, trying to seem as unafraid as possible. "How do you know my grandmother? And why do you call me witch chaser?"
"Playing dumb, are we?" The shadow being said, taking a step closer to Catherine. "Practically every magical being knows about your grandmother. But for the sake of time, I'll play your game. That Fiend took her, although I do not know where. I can tell you that she is alive. She's far too valuable to kill, don't you think?" The shadow laughed again, spinning circles around the young foxerfly mischievously. Catherine shuddered, unsure what to think of the dark ghost that half-floated, had stood before her. He obviously knew her grandmother, but she had no idea what he was talking about, what with witches and fiends and whatnot. She was sure she shouldn't be talking to him, but he was her only hope of finding her grandmother. She wasn't sure she could trust his answers, but at this point, it was better than nothing.
"I don't know who you are, or how you know my grandmother," Catherine said, holding her cloak close to her. "But can you please tell me which way they went?"
"Silly girl! Didn't you hear me when I said I don't know where they are? Fiends like that are hard to track, you know." The figure said, doing another loop. "Not that it'd really help you, you have an awful sense of direction for a witch hunter. Pity."
"What is this about witches and fiends? It makes no sense!" Catherine cried. "Please... I just want to go home!"
"You're playing dumb again~!" The being said in a sing-songy voice. "Pretty soon, you'll make me angry. I don't like liars very much."
"I'm not a liar! I don't know anything!"
"You Lakewoods and your jokes, it's really quite funny! But I'm losing my patience."
"Please stop pretending I know anything about what you're saying!" Catherine's voice raised to a loud, angry shout. "I swear, I have no clue what you're talking about! I don't know what attacked me and my grandmother, and I don't know where she is, and I'm really confused and lost! Please, please just leave me alone if you can't help me!" The young girl broke into sobs, burying her face in her coat once more. The figure looked at her with a bored expression, and let out a heavy sigh.
"Well, this is the biggest cliche in the book. And makes things a little awkward. Like, really awkward. Sorry for scaring you, I guess. Though most of this is in your head, so you can blame yourself if I look like some horrifying beast." Again with the not-making-sense. Who did this guy think he was? But before Catherine could question him again, he started talking. "I'm going to try explaining this to you, as slowly as possible, because this has been a horrifyingly confusing experience for you. Correct?" Catherine nodded her head. "Then I'll explain from the beginning.
"Your grandmother used to be what is called a witch hunter, who are basically vigilante super heroes that keep the forces of evil in balance or whatever. They hunt and kill what are called witches, which are magical beings that only seek to bring about darkness. They can do this as openly or secretively as they wish, since they are sentient being capable of planning ahead. The more powerful the witch, the more destruction they can do. Witch hunters take it upon themselves to kill witches before they can enact their evil plans and stuff like that. Your granny was a pretty famous witch hunter, actually, among other hunters and witches. Some very powerful witches wanted her dead for quite a long time, but one day she just disappeared, and nobody knew where she went." The shadowy figure laughed. "But she was here the whole time! And I guess they've finally found her. You're lucky they didn't know about you, though, or you probably would've been taken with her. Maybe even in her place?"
"Why?" Catherine said, tears still in her eyes. "Why wasn't I in danger like her? Why didn't that thing kill me too?"
"Regarding the reason why you weren't killed, I have no idea." The stranger said. "For awhile, I couldn't see anything."
"Couldn't see anything?"
"I must admit, I was kinda following you home." The figure stuck out his tongue with a cheeky smile. "You see, that thing was following you the minute you strayed from the path. And I was following it. It was a very low-tiered Tracking Fiend, so it could smell your grandmother's scent on you, but it couldn't sense your magical potential." It followed me when I strayed from the path? Catherine thought. So that means this whole thing... is my fault?
"Which leads me to why I'm here," the stranger said, interrupting her thoughts. "I kind of have a favor to ask you. You see, I'm kind of in a bit of a mess because of a witch, too. I was put into the body of one of their disgusting Fiends. The witch thought I'd obey her, but I'm far more strong-willed than any of their minions. I ran away. But living like this, I don't make many friends, let alone have the ability to talk to anyone without them screaming and running away. Except for you, of course. More so, I am completely powerless as I am. I used to be able to use magic, but now it's being sapped us just keeping myself looking like this. In a sense, I'll cease to exist unless I can be put in a permanent body. So, I was kind of wondering if you'd form a Pact with me so I can have a new body."
The shadow being and Catherine stared as each other for a moment, the stranger waiting for a response, but Catherine said nothing. It was all sinking in: her grandmother's kidnapping was all her fault. If she hadn't strayed from the path, the one thing her grandmother always told her to do, this never would've happened. It was her fault. All her fault. She wanted to cry; no, she wanted to scream, but for some reason she didn't have it in her. All she did was just stare at the stranger before her, who was telling her all these things that she didn't even care about. He could tell something was wrong, but said nothing, and just stood there with a horrible, goofy grin on his distorted face.
"I want to go home." The words were barely a whisper.
"Come again?"
"I want to go home, right now." She said louder, her voice toneless. "You said you could use magic, so use it. Get me out of here."
"Excuse you," the stranger said, making a pouty face. "But I told you that I can barely keep myself together as I am now. And you expect me to waste my magic on a pathetic little girl who could easily use her own?"
"I never asked for this!" She screamed, looking him dead in the eyes. "I never asked for any of this! I never asked to be the granddaughter of a witch hunter, or to be followed by some horrifying monster, or for my grandmother to be kidnapped! And I certainly didn't asked to get lost in this woods trying to find her! I don't care if I can use magic or if I can't, I'm just a normal girl! And I want to go home right now!" She began to cry again, trying to fight back her tears as best she could.
"Please..." She whispered. "Please, take me home... I don't want to do this anymore."
The strange being stared at her with an expression of either indifferent or disappointment, and then closed his eyes. When he opened them, he looked at her, and said quietly, "If you turn around right now, you'll be back at the end of the path. Go. I doubt our paths will cross again."
Catherine breathed a silent thank you, a stood up. The being began to turn around, but before he left, she stopped him. "Wait!" She said, and he turned his head to look at her. "I... I don't know what to call you. I should at least know your name, after what you did for me... right?"
The stranger chuckled, seemingly with his whole body, and turned his head around.
"You can call me Bastien"
And then he was gone.


"I sold my soul without a second thought..."
When Catherine turned around, the path was back, just as the stranger had said. She walked very slowly back to get house, got in her bed, and cried herself to sleep. She stayed in bed for several days, unable to bring herself to move, until the villagers one day decided to check on her and found out that she had been alone the whole time and her grandmother was missing. Whenever they asked her what had happened, Catherine refused to respond, not because she knew that they wouldn't believe her, but because she could not bring herself to speak. The villagers looked into the case, but found nothing, and assumed that the grandmother had been killed by some forest animal and that her granddaughter had gone mad. They held a funeral for her, which Catherine did again, but she said not a word at it. The next two years would be miserable for her: she was mute, did not eat nor sleep well, and laid in bed all day. And she would not wear her red coat. The villagers were so worried about her that they agreed to have one of them stay with her at all times, taking hourly shifts throughout the day. After the first two month, they were able to get her to start eating regular meals again, and convinced her to take up a hobby. She took to sewing, and became quite skilled at it, but all she would make were wolves. Had the villagers known the significance of this, they would have urged her to stop immediately, but instead they were relieved to see her finally doing things again. She still would not speak, however, and she never gave the stuffed wolves away. She keep them in her room, letting them sit on the floor once she was finished with them. It was a horridly sad period in her life, and she felt like it would last forever.
And then one day, as she sat in her bedroom, holding one of the many wolf plushies close to her, she remembered the shadowy stranger, and what he said to her.
"I was wondering if you'd form a Pact with me so I can have a new body."
The words echoed in her head, and for the first time, she questioned what they meant. He said "pact" like it was an important word, like it meant something magical. She knew he wanted to form one because she had "magical potential", but she didn't know what that meant. How much potential? And if it was powerful, could she use it to bring her grandmother back?
As soon as that thought crossed her mind. what started as idle daydreaming became an idea, and then an obsession. She stormed out of the house to find a library in the village, and then proceeded to raid it, checking out books about witchcraft and urban legends to try and find out what all of this had to do with her. This sudden activity frightened the villagers, especially since this was the first time in nearly two years she had decided to leave the house, let alone say a word to anyone, but she shooed away anyone that tried to bother her. She soon learned everything she would need to know about witches and magical powers, and what forming a Pact meant. In urban legends, people would make deals with demons, exchanging their souls for something they thought to be of that same value. The demon could grant them almost any favor, so long as it didn't upset the balances of nature or anything as powerful as that. Catherine assumed that a Pact worked the same way. Satisfied with her research, she returned all the books to the library, apologizing profusely for keeping them so late, but the librarian insisted that she not worry about it. She began to visiting the town frequently again, and slowly began to start talking regularly to the townspeople again. She also resewed the rip in her red cloak, and began to wear it again regularly. The villagers were excited by this, assuming that everything was normal again.
A few weeks later, on a chilly autumn night, Catherine stole away into the night, running along the pathway to the village. Nearly halfway through, she turned, heading deep into the forest, running as fast as her legs could take her. "Bastien!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. "I know you can hear me! Show yourself! Bastien! Bastien!" The shouting continued on for almost as hour as she searched for him. She grew tired quickly, but did not stop looking, nor did she cease screaming his name. Finally, exhausted, she fell to her knees, taking in deep breaths.
And then the shadow showed himself.
"Catherine Lakewood, what in the world are you doing out here?" His voice sounded like music to her ears. She stood up, looking upon the dark form, and was surprised to see the state he was in. For a being as snarky as himself, he looked exhausted. Blocky chunks of his body were missing; a cheek here, an elbow there, it was all over. He did not look nearly as frightening as the last time she saw him; he was almost pitiful to look at. But he still carried himself as if he were right as rain.
"Didn't that night all those years ago teach you never to come back in here again?" He was as inconsiderate as ever, too. "I'm only a little surprised you came back, though. I didn't think this place would scare you for long. Or maybe you have a death wish of some sort? Have you gone mad after locking yourself away, hiding from your problems?"
"I know what I did was wrong now," Catherine said, slowly rising to her feet. "But I'm not afraid anymore. I know what I am now. And I wish to make a Pact with you."
"Come again?"
"I wish to form a Pact with you."
A sly smile played on the decaying shadow's lips. "Oh, do you now? Well! It took you awhile to decide, didn't it?"
"You were trying to trick me the first time," She responded, a stern look on her face. "You knew I didn't know how Pacts worked, or any of this witch stuff for that matter. But I've read up on them now, so I know what I want to ask for now."
"Oh?" Bastien said, chuckling to himself. "You're much more intellectually inclined than I thought. But I assure you, I intended to explain how Pacts worked to you should you have accepted that day. Very well, Catherine, what is it you ask of me?"
"I want you as a familiar," Catherine demanded. "I want you to be by my side to help me find my grandmother."
"You want me as your traveling companion, is that it?" Bastien inquired.
"And to help me fight, should I need it. Essentially, I want you to do whatever I ask of you in order to find my grandmother."
Bastien pondered this for a moment, and then looked back at Catherine. "Alright," he agreed. "I'll be your familiar, but what will you give me? You already know what I'm going to ask for, so how will you give it to me?"
"You can have my body in exchange."
There was a pause.
"You do know what you just said, don't you?" The shadow almost looked surprised. Almost.
"My grandmother is obviously in very serious danger, and I have no idea how to channel my powers." Catherine explained. "To show you I'm serious, we'll share it, and then after we rescue her, you can have it."
"And what will you do once I take your body?"
"Disappear. Merge with your conscience. I don't know, and I don't care." She paused for a moment, and then a fierceness in her eyes that had never been there before appeared. "I want to get revenge on the witch that stole my life away. And in exchange, you may have my body when this is all done."
"Okay, if we're going to be soulbound, too, I'll need a host to live in for the time being."
"You can live in one of these." Catherine held up one of the plush wolves that she had made. She carried it the whole way with her, anticipating that this would happen. It was a gray wolf, which a red ribbon tied around it's neck. Bastien looked at it with disgust.
"No,"
"Excuse me?"
"I refuse to dwell inside a tiny plush animal. Find me something else. Don't you have a cat or a dog or something? Maybe a good friend?"
"This is all I have. And," Catherine added. "Looking at you right now, I'm guessing you don't really have much of a choice." Bastien stuck out his bottom lip, growling at her with a menacing glare.
"You need this just as badly as I do."
Bastien looked away from her, still not wanting to admit defeat, but they both knew this was his only option.
"Alright." He said, half-complaining. He turned his head to face her, looking her in the eyes.
"Let's make a Pact."
Suddenly, Catherine felt a strange feeling inside her chest. There was warmth... and then there was pain. Whats more, Catherine could feel herself floating in the air as she stared at Bastien. There was a strange white light coming from his chest, and before she knew it, the same was happening to her, and a glowing heart-shaped object emerged out of it. Catherine gazed in horror as she saw what she would soon find out was her very soul being ripped from her body, and she let out the most terrifying shriek of pain. Bastien just stood their, smiling at her as his whole body turned to white, and then melded with the white light that came from Catherine's heart. The heart split in half, one piece going back to Catherine, the other to the stuffed wolf. Catherine's body began to drift back down to the ground, landing on her feet, and then falling to her knees, gasping for breath. She turned to look at the toy wolf, and nearly screamed when it turned it's head to look at her.
"Don't stare. It's impolite." It had worked. She had made the Pact with Bastien. And she hardly felt any different.
"You won't notice too many major changes at first," the stuffed Bastien said, standing up on his stubby little legs and dusting himself off.
"Your eye is different, but that's all I see so far."
"My eye?"
"When a witch hunter makes a Pact with a familiar, they have some sort of mark on them to show for it." Bastien walked over to Catherine, and poked her right in her left eye. "I guess your's is in your eye. It looks pretty cool, actually."
"Ouch!" Catherine said, pulling his paw away. "Okay, so what else?"
"For one thing, you can use your magic now."
"My magic?" Catherine looked at her hands, but saw nothing. "Wait. Didn't you tell me I could use it before?"
"That," Bastien admitted. "I fibbed a little on. Witch hunters can't use magic alone, they need something to channel it. Which in your case, is going to be me. But you can use it now, honest! Scout's honor!" He put a tiny paw over where his heart would be, if he had one. Catherine gave him a disappointed glare.
"'Kay, so, how do I use it?"
"That's your department, not mine." Bastien said. "But you should try it out now while we're still alone. I suggest trying to forge a weapon for yourself. You'll need it, trust me."
"Alright..." Catherine held her breath, thinking as hard as she could about something she could use to fight with. She wasn't very well versed in weaponry, but she assumed a sword would be a nice start. Yes, a sword is good. She would think of a sword. Picture it. Make sword, Catherine thought. Come on, make a sword. Or something. Anything to prove I can do this. Come on, come on, come on...
A small white light formed at her lap, and then stretched into a long pole, which then extended a blade from itself. The light burst, leaving small dust particles of magic floating in the air, and Catherine opened her eyes to find a black-colored scythe with red on the blade before her.
"Sweet!" Bastien said, looking as excited as a stuffed animal could. "This probably wasn't what you had in mind, but it's still a great start for a first try. I thought you wouldn't be able to do it, or at the very least only be able to conjure a small knife or something."
"Thanks," Catherine sighed, standing and picking the scythe up in her hand. It was heavier than she thought it'd be, and the blade end instantly dropped to the ground, nearly taking her along with it. Bastien burst into a laughing fit, unable to control himself, while Catherine gave him another look of anger.
"You're not very well synced with it, are you?" Bastien said. "Serves you right for creating something so powerful on your first try. Well, you'll just have to get used to it. With practice, that thing will feel light as a feather."
"I have to be synced with a weapon?" Catherine exclaimed, trying to pick it up. "This is so much... harder... than i anticipated!"
"You read up a lot, I'll give you that, but there's nothing in books on magical weapons. You have to think of it like it's an extension of yourself. Which is hard. So for now, we'll just have to drag that thing home with us and hide it. Think of what the villagers would say if they saw it! They'd lock you up for your own safety for sure."
"Alright," Catherine said, giving up on lifting up the scythe with an exasperated sigh. She took the scythe in one hand, and then, looking at Bastien, grabbed his paw with the other. He looked up at her, confused, but she just smiled at him.
"Let's go home," She decided. Bastien smirked back at her, but said nothing, and let Catherine hold his paw.
The two walked silently back together.

*

To summarize, Catherine's grandmother was kidnapped from her at a young age. She made a Pact with a strange spirit named Bastien, binding themselves together until she is able to track down and rescue her grandmother. Bastien taught her all she needed to know about witch hunting and magic, and Catherine currently works in that field. She has become known as the Red Reaper, a strange being that stalks throughout the night, but no one knows of her true identity.



Plushie Name ;; Bastien (bas-TYAWN)
Plushie's Description ;; On the outside, Bastien appears to be a small gray wolf plush that Catherine carries around with her everywhere. In reality, Bastien is her familiar, a magical being that made a pact with her. Because of the nature of their pact, which was Catherine exchanging her body in return for him being her familiar, Bastien and Catherine became soulbound. This means that, technically, neither Catherine or Bastien can be considered alive; their souls were combined, and then split. Bastien's conscience was placed inside of the stuffed wolf, much to his disliking. This means that they cannot ever be apart a far distance from each other, unless they want to put themselves both in a coma. It also means, however, that Catherine can use magic. All of her magic is channeled partially through Bastien, which is costly on her body. If he is damaged in some way or she is too weak, she can't use it. She can replenish her magical energy through sleep or eating food, which is why she does a lot of both, and why she has such a fast metabolism.
During battle, if things get too dicey or they are against a powerful enemy, Bastian can take on the form of a wolf similar to the colors of his toy form. He can attack with his teeth and claws, or howl to boost Catherine's attack and magical capabilities. He can also be ridden by her, though he finds this quite demeaning, so that doesn't happen often.
It is unclear sometimes whether he and Catherine are friends. He is very sarcastic, nagging, and bothersome towards her, but she claims that that's how he shows his affection best. It doesn't cease to annoy her, however, so they often get in yelling fights when no one else is around to see an 18 year-old girl scream at her stuffed wolf. They seem to have a love/hate relationship, but at times Bastien really does seem to care for her wellbeing. He could have ulterior motives, however, since he only in the Pact because he needed a new body. Wolves may lurk in every guise, and the most charming are often the most ruthless.

Weapon ;; Red Scythe
Magic ;; Speed Magic - boosts metabolism to increase user's agility and speed, making them seemingly disappear and reappear from on spot to another. Often confused with teleportation magic, but is more taxing on the user's body rather than their mana.
Strength Magic - increases user's strength, which can be transferred in their weapon. Also allows user to regenerate health at a faster rate, but can inhibit their speed and agility.

Voice ;; ashly burch (hey ash watcha playin? and merlin from bee and puppycat)
Other ;; She can speak both English and a little bit of French

[yeena]

Hey Red-

Yeah Gis ?

What if I was a real, live, big gray wolf ?

That would be outstanding Gis.

I wish it was true ...

Hm ?

Nothing.

Oh well Gis-

Yes ?!

Wanna come with me to pick some apples ?

Sure Red ! Anything for you my dear.

Dear ?

Yes dear.

Gis- why are you so sweet to me ?..

Uh..

I want an answer.

Because...

Tell me.

Because.....

You can trust me !

Because- Your my best friend, The only friend I've ever had !

Oh..

Yeah..

So. Wanna start going ?

Of course !

Well lets go then !

----- You and me together - Miley Cirus / Hannah Montana -----


Looks like we found ourselves


Up against a wall


In need of a little help


But no one wants to call




After all we've been through


Do we let our friendship end?


You need me and I need you


No, we will not break, never break


But even if we bend, yeah it's




You and me together


Yeah I'm always on your side


No one, no one, no one can ever change it


C'mon let 'em try


'Cause it's you and me together now




Anyone can have a day


When their heart is on their sleeve


No one wants to see it our way


Can't agree to disagree




You'd think it'd be easier


But it feels like you just can't win


But somehow we'll make it work


'Cause we deserve it, you know we're worth it


You can't give up on friends, 'cause it's




You and me together


Yeah I'm always on your side


No one, no one, no one can ever change it


C'mon let 'em try


'Cause it's you and me together now




Together now


Oh now, now, now




It's you and me together, together, together


Yeah I'm always on your side


No one, no one, no one can ever change it


C'mon let 'em try, c'mon let 'em try!




It's you and me together


Yeah I'm always on your side


No one, no one, no one can ever change it


C'mon let 'em try


'Cause it's you and me together now


Together now, together now




----- Its too late - Timbaland -----


I'm holding on your rope


Got me ten feet off the ground


And I'm hearing what you say


But I just can't make a sound




Tell me that you need me


Then you go and cut me down, but wait


You tell me that you're sorry


Didn't think I'd turn around and say




That it's too late to apologize, it's too late


I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late




I'd take another chance, take a fall


Take a shot for you


And I need you like a heart needs a beat


But that's nothing new, yeah yeah




I loved you with a fire red,


Now it's turning blue, and you say


Sorry like the angel heaven let me think was you


But I'm afraid




It's too late to apologize, it's too late


I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late, whoa whoa


It's too late to apologize, it's too late


I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late




I said it's too late to apologize, yeah


I said it's too late to apologize, yeah




I'm holding on your rope


Got me ten feet off the ground..



----- A Thousand Years - Christina Perri -----




Heart beats fast


Colors and promises


How to be brave


How can I love when I'm afraid


To fall


But watching you stand alone


All of my doubt


Suddenly goes away somehow


One step closer




I have died every day


waiting for you


Darlin' don't be afraid


I have loved you for a


Thousand years


I'll LOVE you for a


Thousand more




Time stands still


beauty in all she is


I will be brave


I will not let anything


Take away


What's standing in front of me


Every breath,


Every hour has come to this


One step closer




I have died every day


Waiting for you


Darlin' don't be afraid


I have loved you for a


Thousand years


I'll love you for a


Thousand more




And all along I believed


I would find you


Time has brought


Your heart to me


I have loved you for a


Thousand years


I'll LOVE you for a


Thousand more




One step closer


One step closer




I have died every day


Waiting for you


Darlin' don't be afraid,


I have loved you for a


Thousand years


I'll love you for a


Thousand more




And all along I believed


I would find you


Time has brought


Your heart to me


I have loved you for a


Thousand years


I'll love you for a


Thousand more




----- Heart Attack - Demi Lovato -----



Putting my defenses up


Cause I don't wanna fall in love


If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack




Never put my love out on the line


Never said yes to the right guy


Never had trouble getting what I want


But when it comes to you I'm never good enough




When I don't care


I can play him like a Ken doll


Won't wash my hair


Then make him bounce like a basketball




But you make me wanna act like a girl


Paint my nails and wear high heels


Yes you, make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand




You make me glow


But I cover up, won't let it show




So I'm putting my defenses up


Cause I don't wanna fall in love


If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack


I think I'd have a heart attack


I think I'd have a heart attack




Never break a sweat for the other guys


When you come around I get paralyzed


And every time I try to be myself


It comes out wrong like a cry for help




It's just not fair


Brings more trouble than it all is worth


I gasp for air


It feels so good, but you know it hurts




But you make me wanna act like a girl


Paint my nails and wear perfume


For you, make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand




You make me glow


But I cover up, won't let it show




So I'm putting my defenses up


Cause I don't wanna fall in love


If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack


I think I'd have a heart attack


I think I'd have a heart attack




The feelings got lost in my lungs


They're burning, I'd rather be numb


And there's no one else to blame


So scared I'll take off and run


I'm flying too close to the sun


And I'll burst into flames




You make me glow


But I cover up, won't let it show


So I'm putting my defenses up


Cause I don't wanna fall in love


If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack


I think I'd have a heart attack


Heart attack


I think I'd have a heart attack - tack


Oh I think I'd have a heart attack


I think I'd have a heart attack

By meh
By bramble-claw
By the wondrous dreamy-chan
By me
By me. Also her Diary yet it only has one page remaining

Username ;;

e m o t i o n s is my username and this girl has caughten my heart. I sorta . .

screamed and choked at the same time

so . . way okay alright ? Alright.

How many Foxers do I own ;;

About that... I don't own any Foxers. I hope to win this girl but seeming by the new

forms that are showing up- Im getting much less confident.

Name ;;

Arg. I really want this name, Little Red is her name and . . . walking is her game ? But

her nickname and really only

used name is " Little " red. Her true and full name being Geheimnis Venn Gerrhathy.

Red's Age ;;

Red is actually thirteen years old.

Just a regular pre-teen girl.

Red's Exact Birthday ;;

Red was born exactly on January 16, 2000 at 1:00 .P.M .

Red's Zodaic Sign ;;

Capricorn

Red's Elemental Sign ;;

Earth




Earth is your sign's elemental pair and of all the zodiac signs, you have the only fundamental

connection with the element. Earth's

special influence makes you active in your pursuits, but it also causes you to share in the

pragmatism of all Earth zodiac signs. While

others have their heads in the clouds, focusing on fantasy, you are grounded and

realistic in your goals. Your earthly prudence will

play a key role in future successes, as long as you are careful to avoid the

temptation of becoming overly cautious and conservative.

Red's Planetary Sign

Saturn




Saturn is the planetary ruler of the Capricorn, but as you were born in the third Decan,

or part, of the sign, you are subject to a

generous helping of Mercury's planetary influence as well. Being the planet of control,

Saturn's influence links to your discipline,

authority and responsibility. Similarly, it is Mercury's influence that is reflected in your

mental agility and gifts for communication.

Your unique planetary influences make you more intellectually driven and more of a natural

communicator than the other Capricorn

Decans. In love, your commitment and faithfulness knows no bounds. If there was one flaw

of your planetary power, it may be the

inability to let go of the past. Avoid holding grudges, as this only decreases your overall

happiness.

Red's Sexuality ;;

Red is going onto being Asexual.

She isn't interested in anything romance related

Yet this could change if she finds someone special.

Red's Love Occupation's ;;

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Crush : Red doesn't want one and doesn't look

Seeing : Nobody

Broken up with : Nobody

Divorced with : Nobody

Work Application ;;

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Worked at : No place

Fired at :Being a Bounty Hunter at one point

Family Ties ;;

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dame : Unknown

Sire : Unknown

Any kin : Unknown

Uncle and Aunt : Unknown

[ Great ] Grandma and Grandpa : Unknown

Grandma and Grandpa : Unknown

Red's Personality ;;

Red is just a shy girl. The one way she just walks around and talks with Gisby.

Truthfully, she's antisocial and many

think she is an Avox. [ Avoxes are a term meaning in Latin " without a voice " ] No

though. She has a voice to speak upon and be

proud of. Gisby seems

to talk also- at least. She has a big enough personality to believe it. Many foxers and

humans don't believe a

word she says, because mostly, she's an outcast. Only coming in town once-in-a

-while. Its quite amusing to her to see people run and

some foxers snap at her thinking she holds a deep curse. Red is a foxer whom may

understand deeper-into-jokes, that is. If you

know what I mean ? Red can understand things hidden into words, while others take

the words seriously. Such as a popular saying "

Break a leg ". They may take it offensive while she would get that it just may mean to

" have fun " or something around that. So, if

you ever see her and maybe fall for her, get a few jokes and take a seat. Dare you

do though, she has a long test.

Plushie Name ;;

This plushies name is Gisby.

Gisby's " said " Personality ;;

Well. Since Gisby is a small, very very important stuffed animal. He doesn't have much to say.

. Active . Exciting . Protective . Loving . Happy .

Gisby's " said " Gender ;;

Gisby is said to be a male. Or thats what Red refers to Gis as.

Story of how she got Gisby ;;

It was on her birth-day, she had nobody to celebrate

with except the large, vast forest. She has been skipping around,

knowing today she would be six years old. [ Oh yes. I made

her live in the forest for a good amount of her life ] Letting out howls of

happiness and joy Red couldn't get over at how the tree's leaned in to

give her hugs and the wind whispered soft tunes into her ears.

Yet, it was Father Oak whom she was skipping to. He has promised he'd

give her something today- just for her secret notice. Soon

she had came to sister River- just a wide river. Giving a small leap she

landed in the river's cool stream and slowly walked around

before hopping across and landing on the grass with a small " plop ". Now

impatient and ready to see her surprise Red raced around

and came quickly to sight of Father Oak. Happily giving a small yip Red

bounced around him before a bush near his roots danced in a

passing breeze. It was an instant stop. This made her confused- was her gift

a bush ? Whining Red paced forward and sniffed the

bush before circling it and leaning against the trunk and seeing a hole- how clever !

Yipping the small Fox pushed a paw into the hole

and felt a soft- furry thing hit her paw. Quickly she coiled her paw back up near her

body and bent down towards the ground her body

quivering. Again she reached her paw back in after getting calm. Feeling the fuzzy

thing near her paw she coiled her small paw

around it and pulled it out. It was a stuffed Gray wolf. Looking at the huge oak next

to her she could just hear a crisp laugh coming

from him in the wind. Turning her neck back to the wolf she loved the

beautiful red bow around its neck- perhaps they could be

friends. Just perhaps.

Why does she keep Gisby- even at age thirteen ;;

Really .. Gisby is Red's only friend. He's been with

her each and everyday- also it was a gift from Father Oak. That- at

age ten she was ready to go and burn him but staring at his plastic

eyes it made her break down into tears and fall down near Sister

River curled up- Gisby clenched between her small paws. The river

rushed past yet the sounds hit and touched her ears making her

fall down even more closer to the ground- even if she was curled-

and hold Gisby tighter. From this day it made her never ever try to

get rid of Gisby- ever. This fella is her best friend, nothing

could part her from him.

Why does she stay in the woods ;;

The woods is her home- its where she's been all of her

life. Leaving it for a long time- entire years would snap her

Insanity level and she would lose it. Disciplining where

about she may be- expect dust and ashes there. This forest has literally raised

her. Making her the beautiful foxer she may be today. Making

it even possible to be alive. This in deep thought- makes perfect

sense. Others may think it to be retarded yet, if you may insult

her woods in front of her, watch your back from now on. Yet,

leaving the forest for a bit to run to town that is a different story.

She isn't away from her woods for long because this " town " is a

small village in the middle of the forest. And somehow they say

she is cursed- and I mean, even some of them worship her, trying

to please her so she will not curse them. They do this because

they expect her to be possessed- they are highly believing this

lubber because she seems to come out of no where. She wears a

red hood- marking an emblem of blood and death to them even if its

just Christmas colors, but they may believe what they wish. She

has no reason to stop them.

Why must / does she wear that hood ;;

Because. She stays hidden towards anybody and everybody.

Anyone whom may see her full self should really consider

there selves lucky. Permitting she never takes her hood off. Usually

the towns folk also say to see her without her Hood is meaning

they must rid of that person of foxer whom saw her true self because

it is said to also curse them. The foxer will be banished and the

human will be hung, a painful and sad time. So, thats mostly why she

wears her hood. Yet its also because it does keep her warm and

its too comfy to take off, but whats special to her is that the hood

was a " said " gift from Sister River when she was only four. SO.

Back then finding something like this to a foxer kit was treasure.

Again So. DON'T RUIN THE IMAGINATION.

Why does she like to have picnics ;;

One thing- She doesn't. Her charm may be a

picnic basket yet does she REAAALLLY like them ? No thanks

friend.

Why does she refer to the huge oak as " Father Oak " and river to " Sister River " ;;

Red calls these her Father and sister because, logically,

when being a tiny cub foxer it was her most favorite places to

visit. Thus when she was older they earned those titles because

the tree provided a shelter- not just in the rain but anytime at all,

and thus river providing her a cool off on a hot summer day.

Genetically these two names and places mean just as much to her just

as Gisby does.

Likes ;;

✓ Being Hidden

✓ Gisby ❤

✓ Hats

✓ The color Red

✓ Smiles

✓ Laughing

✓ Roses

✓ Roman information

✓ Wolves

✓ Jokes

Dislikes ;;

✖ Mud

✖ Snakes

✖ Greed

✖ Meeting new people

✖ Dresses

✖ Chocolate

✖ The color pink and purple

✖ Meanies

✖ Foxers or humans whom tease those younger then there selves

✖ Snow

Red's favorite book ;;

She has to say, her favorite book would be the

Harry Potter series. She sorta has a crush on Harry and loooooovvvesss

him. So yeah ... Harry Potter series for the beautiful win.

Red's obsession / quirk ;;

She has an obsession over chewing on the rim of

her hood. It has small bit marks on it from where she was nibbling it

quite strangely. Some take this strangely but this has been a

small obsession Red hasn't been able to break from- no matter how old.

It has a bit of a hole yet she doesn't mine- she can survive

by avoiding biting there. Then that is about any quirk or obsession that

Red may have.

What does she do for some hobbies ;;

Red really knows how to grow a garden or any type

of plant. Growing Apple trees really excite her- watching them grow step-by-step

over each day and month. It fascinates her by far- it makes her

realize how life goes by. A process that can teach a foxer the most

important lesson ever. But- her hobbies are easily growing

plants and any forms of life and learning the most important lessons of

life that teach a foxer like herself- to make her feel a

sense of ease about growing older.

What language does she and Gisby himself- speak best ;;

Red is a quite good German girl. Her voice a

bit squeaky yet soft and tiny against a large crowd. Yet, its

more the way more German

words she can say. " Guten Tag ", " Tag ", and much more.

Gisby has a British accent- pffffftt not even a real language.. but he

always says " Would you like a cup of tea ? " when its sorta like . . Coffee.