[Ɩ <3 ƤɛωƉιɛƤιɛ]

Fyrinic Docksen; #3

Height: 15hh
Gender: Male

To Adopt;
Whoever gives him the best history will *win him. <3 *(If a personality is added, you are more likely to win him.)

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[InkD3ath]

Username:rachet+clank
Name:Fire-of-a- Thousand-Years
Personality:a brave sturdy docksen and a couragous one too
History:he was always a respected docksen in his village untill an intruder came and he stood up and didn't back down because if he didn't he would be banished from the village so after the intruding fox was killed he was then banished to a cave in a climate that was out of wack it was hot in winter and freezing in summer so he lived on small squirls and fat rats and other small rodents for couple of years and one day he was out for a walk when he spotted a tasty lizard as he picked it up he fell into a deep hole and was in captivaty now he is in a docksen rescue center just sitting and eating in his cage waiting to be taken home to a loving and caring home like his before he was banished.

[InkD3ath]

did i win i am the only person who wants him

[Ɩ <3 ƤɛωƉιɛƤιɛ]

I suppose so, but in the rules or history of the Docksen, it says no human contact....I think.

[InkD3ath]

really because i use it it in almost all of my stories

[kaleana9]

Username:; kaleana9
Name:; Furorisque, meaning "Burning Anger"
Personality:; Fiery, just like it's subspecies. He's slow to get into a fit of rage, and quite nice to others otherwise. If they act rude to him, he will mock them and be rude to them.
History:; One day, a little Fyrinic Docksen was trudging through a desert. It was near nightfall, and he had to get home, where it was warm, before then. He started galumphing around until his home was in sight. Then, suddenly, the sun was blotted out. A bigger, adolescent Fyrinic Docksen stood above him. He gulped, he was only little, with barely any nubs for antlers. The older one growled at him, Oh no where did the sun go. He decided the best idea was to run, but he tripped and sprained his leg. All night long he grew angry, angry at the rest of the Fyrinics, angry at the sun, angry at the Desert itself. He had no resources, and he thought hope had finally shined a light on him, when Ca-ching! Oh what happened now. He looked back to notice a door from where he came in, rustic and bedraggled. He was trapped in this. Eventually, the cold became so overwhelming by night, he simply passed out. Next thing he knew, he was growing up in a warm cage, mysteriously being fed while he was sleeping, so he had no clue who to thank or attack. To this day, he believes the marbled sand betrayed him.