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Username :: H o w l i n g
Name :: Fiddle
Gender :: Male
Personality :: A quiet young Evon is one way to describe Fiddle. Another, is curious. This curiosity actually is the reason behind his name. He was always interested in the songs of birds, the versus of crickets, the hum of bees. In return, he tried to make his own melody. He was eventually renamed to Fiddle somewhere in his adolescence, though he still goes by his original name from time to time. As most, he is quite protective of those he holds dear, and hates to see anyone or rather anything in pain. Should this rare instance arise, he will try his best to see that they have a swift recovery.
Story/Art ::
"Fiddle!" Called the soft voice, the sound of a pair of paws softly drumming the terra clear in the Evon named Fiddle's ears. He was sitting at the base of a large rock, staring at the surprisingly flat surface of it. His left ear twitched as the bushes rustled near him, and another creature emerged. It was another Evon; about Fiddle's age, accept of the opposite gender. Her pelt wasn't as detailed as his, nor was it the same set of hues; rather, it was a lighter color, almost a gray, but still retaining some more earthly tint. Slowly approaching, she lowered her head. "Fiddle, I've been looking all over the place for you! Wren and I were starting to grow worried." A sigh escaped her maw as the female Evon examined the rock. As she opened her mouth to ask about it, Fiddle responded.

"This rock is like a landmark. I was raised in this area when I was a mere child." Came his reply, head turning to face her, green eyes settling on her blueish ones. "I just thought I'd admire and remember the good times; The songbirds.. the forest is quiet now. It saddens me.. and something is off."

"Oh? Why is that? Looks and sounds like an ordinary forest to me." The female said. "I don't know what you're talking about, but many of the feathered--" Her voice was cut off as the male stood up, giving her a look that told her that she may of gone a bit to far.

"These songbirds weren't like the others. They sang to their hearts content, their voices in perfect harmony. Now Felnex, can you really say that nothing feels.. odd about this place? It couldn't just be the fact that the songbirds I knew are gone that is making me feel this way.."

Still a WIP, but sadly this is all I'm probably going to be able to finish in a timely manor. :c

Do you promise to take care of your Evon :: Of course c: