I want to adopt the zombie fennec!Name of the fennec: Ghost
Link to the place you'll house this pet: viewtopic.php?f=10&t=248593Background story/ Bio:(Ok I have only ever done this once before so please forgive me if it's not that good. D:)
Personality:
Ghost can be shy sometimes and tends to keep to himself. For those who know him try and stay away because they are scared. He is protective of the things that he owns. Sometimes Ghost will go into the woods on October 31, the night on which he died, and sit by where he died,thinking to himself. He loves dark colors, and doesn't speak to often, except in his mind.
History:
(Ghost is Timber in the beginning)
A little golden-brown fennec crawled out of the den stepping into the summer light. For a moment he sat and felt the cool breeze gently flow around him. His 2 sibblings came scrambling out after him, followed by their mother. After they had played outside of the den they saw a silvery figure coming out of the long grass. It was their father, who had brought them breakfast, a fresh rabbit. They devoured it in a moment and went bounding of to the small creek where they lapped up some water. While 2 of the pups started back for the den, the smallest one, Timber, stayed behind and looked at his reflection on the surface of the glistening water.
I know I am different.. but why do I feel this way? he thought to himself. Then Timber heard the barks of his mother calling to him and went trotting back to the den.
About a year and a half later it was time for the pups to go and find their own homes. They all knew very well how to hunt and fend for themselves. They each went their seprate ways. Timber's first thought for a home was in a cave by a waterfall in the woods, his dream home. Day after day he searched the woods, miles and miles he walked looking for that place. But he never found it. He ended up making his home under the roots of large tree. There was plenty to eat and it was a very safe place for him to live, but something just wasn't right. He put the thought out of him mind and continued on with his life.
One day, upon returning to his home, he stopped by a puddle and looked at his reflection for he remembered he had as a pup. His once shining golden coat was a dark shade of grey. Timber sighed and continued back towards his little hole under the tree. As he was walking he felt the earth suddenly shift under his paws. He paused for a moment and it seemed as the whole earth has just shook. Boulders and rocks of all sizes came crashing down from the mountains. Cracks opened up from the ground and the rivers filled them. All at once it came at Timber. A rush of thoughts ran through his mind as to what he had just seen. He suddenly remembered his parents, his siblings, his family. He knew where they were, all of them. In a split second he raced to where he had been raised and found his mother and father stuck beneath the ground, a boulder covering there only way out. Timber could smell them, he knew they were in there. Will all his might the little fennec tried all he could do to save them but he just didn't have the strenth.
After the death of his parents Timber became depressed. He curled up in his hole and thought to himself. That dreadful thought kept comming into his mind.
Im different.. Im too small... and I couldn't save them... Over and over he thought this to himself. That night he cried himself to sleep. Early the next morning, Timber could not stop thinking. He did not want to eat, not want to get up, and he did not feel as though he should be alive.
Why couldn't it have been me and not them? He thought about this some, and figured if he could not be with them on earth, he would have to die and then he would surely be with them again. He got up, walked out of his den, and went to the nearest cliff. He dared not look down. With one deep breath he closed his eyes and ran forward.
He felt the land no longer beneth him as he fell. With a thud, he came crashing down and no longer felt alive, yet he did not feel dead either. He tired to open his eyes but he couldn't. Little did Timber know it was the day of October 31, the day of halloween, on which he died. About a year later he opened his eyes, not remembering what happened. He stood and looked down at himself. With a loud yelp, he fell to the ground and tried to remember what had happened. Suddenly it all came to him. He knew he had died, but he lived again. He looked again at himself and thought Ghost would be his new name. No longer living, but not yet dead, Ghost still has been seen sitting by that old den with the boulder in front of it.
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