═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ 
═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
Name;;
James Silver Sawyer,
although he goes by Hukatus,
meaning doom. Throughout
this form, he is reffered to
as James and Hukatus.
Gender;;
Straight, male.
Age;;
Ninteen, turning twenty.
Weight;;
8 pounds, light
for a Foxerfly.
Height;;
20 cm, short for a Foxerfly.
Length from head to tail;;
40 cm, whereas the average
Foxerfly is 46 cm.
Build;;
Hukatus is petite for a foxerfly.
His skull is narrower than most,
and he is naturally skinny, yet
he does not look unhealthily so.
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
Talent;; Granting wishes, in micro or macro. If someone wished for revenge on someone else, Hukatus may give a few harmless jokes, or swarms of soldiers, destroying houses and more. If someone wanted a cat, he may give them a tiny, fluffy, kitten, or a half starved lion. What he gives depends on his mood and feelings for the person. Once the ''Wisher" is dead, their wish disapeers, yet the wishes affects and consequences stay. Once Hukatus agrees to grant someone's wish, any physical pain inflicted on them also affects him, although he won't die from this. He is very carful not to touch people he has agreed to grant wishes for, because if he does they "teleport" to where their wish is taking place. The teleportation is very painful, and Hukatus feels every bit of the pain.
Charm;; Hukatus' charm is a glass sphere, worn around the back paw, filled with strange misty vapor. The white mist has shimmering patch's in it, and the sparkles form words, symbols, letters, and sometimes pictures.
What happened to his paw;; James cautiously opened the door of his house, letting a wave of night air wash over him. He loved being alone at night-time. He savoured the cold, letting it circle his fur like a blanket. Closing the door, he stepped onto the grey cement in front of his small home. The moon was barely a sliver in the navy canopy above. Smiling slightly, James walked a few paces, then broke into a run. The dull ground flew by under his paws, and his fur lay flat from the speed. His tongue lolled from his mouth, and the faint stars caused his golden eyes to glow with the light of the universe. His body was suddenly illuminated, artificial light blinding his eyes. The fox like animal paused, confused by the sudden change in his environment. He turned, just in time to see a metallic red truck hurtling towards him. He leapt away, yet blinding pain washed over him. There was a sickening crack, as the foxerfly's left forepaw was crushed under the trucks tyre. James let out a wordless cry of pain, twisting from under the truck's bulky mass. The panicked animal scrambled to the edge of the sidewalk, his leg useless, then collapsed.
═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ Do they like water;; Hukatus has no qualms with water, although prefers not to get himself wet. The cave that he lives in has a thin stream running in front of it, yet James rarely swims.
Can he still go swimming with it;; Yes he can go swimming with his robotic paw, yet he sees no point in activities such as swimming.
Habits;; Hukatus has a tendancy to stroke his tail or fiddle with his earrings when he is nervous, scared, or upset. He also will speak in a perfectly calm, yet horribly bitter, voice when agitated.
Languages he knows;; Hukatus is fluent in English, the average foxerfly language, Latin and Estonian.
Voice;; Hukatus' voice is soft and sometimes lilting, yet he often has malice or scorn in his otherwise peaceful tone.
═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ History;; Born under the name of James Silver Sawyer, Hukatus has never truly been loved. His mother, Lillian Sawyer, died giving birth to him, and he was raised by his father, a cruel man who cared not for his son and only for money. At age five, Hukatus, who at this point was known as James, discovered his talent. He was laying awake at night, wishing for some friends when out of the shadows came a small, silver gray foxer. The two became close friends, yet over time the shadow beast began to fade, and after three years, Hukatus was alone again. Hukatus' family life was not going well, and at age twelve, he crept out of the house for the first time. This became a habit, and soon he snuck out every night. When he was sixteen, Hukatus got hit by a truck at night and lost his paw. He managed to crawl to the edges of the sidewalk before collapsing. He lay there for three days, unconscious and broken. He was found by a strange foxer. When he woke up, he thought he was doomed, and murmerred "Hukatus". The other foxer thought this was James' name, and although they attempted to heal " Hukatus'" leg, his rescuer ended up having to amputate it and replace it with a metal paw. After twelve months, the strange, silvery foxerfly disappeared. Hukatus was alone once again. He left the house where he had been brought and eventually found an abandoned mine where he made his home.
Disabilities;; Mentally, Hukatus suffers from insomnia, occasional depression and lacks the ability to control his emotions. Physically, he is missing his forepaw, and has scars running up his leg. Other than this, his appearance is marred in no other ways.
Greatest fear;; Hukatus fears being alone or left behind, as he has been for many years.
Greatest hope;; Hukatus hopes one day someone will see who he truly is, not just the shattered shell he lives in.
═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ Favorite metal;; Hukatus has a strange love of silver, and almost every metal thing he owns is crafted out of this substance. The few exceptions are his armor, which is steel, and a few coins in his treasure hoard.
Theme-songs;; Beautiful by Tom Milsom,
The Sound of Drums by Chameleon Circuit,
Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace, Howards Tale by Sick puppies and The Greatest Story Ever Told by Ice Nine Kills (Warning: The last two songs are explicit.)
Personality;; Hukatus is lonely, his strange habits and appearance making him an outcast of society. He views everyone as either an interference, a non-relevant life form, an enemy, or someone who's life needs messing up. Hukatus trusts barley anyone, and is partially insane. He hears a steady beat of drums in his head, and his world is more fiction than reality. He keeps a journal that is bound in dark leather. Inside this journal it appears to be coded, yet if someone tried to break this code, they would find it impossible, as Hukatus writes in gibberish. The fish tailed foxer is introverted, living in a cave on a desolate mountainside. One of the reasons he chooses to live there is because he fears that he will accidentally hurt the people he meets. His assumption is true, for although he has moments of clarity and sanity in his life, he mainly is insane, his thoughts clouded by the drums in his head.
Where he lives;; Hukatus resides on a lonely mountain side. The mountain itself is a mix of granite and limestone, and has few trees and plants growing on it. About halfway up the mountain, a narrow entrance, commonly blocked by a silver portcullis, leads its way into an abandoned mine. The air there is damp, and the mine is cold and dark. Upon entering the mine, there are three tunnels. The one on the left leads to a dimly lit room, its floor covered with thick animal hides and a few bones scattered around. The center tunnel leads deeper into the mine, and it is very easy to get lost in the countless side tunnels, the twists and turns making it maze like. However, if you manage to get to the room at the end of the tunnel, it is filled with silver coins, gems, bones, and what look like old foxerfly charms. The tunnel on the right, however, leads to a set of cages. Above these are silver trapdoors, so that if anything steps on them, the animal plunges into the cage below. Hukatus built these himself, and uses them for catching prey. He has his house set up so that he never needs to leave, yet if another foxer happens to wander by, he will go and greet them.
Items;; Hukatus wears three silver rings in his left ear, and also has a set of armor, yet he rarely wears it. Reference in art.
Why does he shave his tail;; Hukatus claims he shaves his tail for independence and for the sake of being different, yet his strange habit holds a very diffrent meaning than that. When the truck that cost Hukatus his paw hit the him, it also tore a large patch of fur from his tail. When he realized this, he shaved his tail so that it looked like the missing fur was supposed to be gone. He continued this, even when his fur would grow back, and it became a habit.
═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ Poem;;He is like a shadow,
Quiet, stealthy, unnoticeable
He is a walker of dreams
A keeper of secrets
A lost soul
A broken mind
Living in a broken body
He wants to help people
He never does
He ends up breaking everyone
Then they are like him
Broken minds in broken bodys
Lost souls
Keepers of secrets
Shadows
Story;; You are standing on a lonely grey mountainside listening to the wind, feeling it tear at your fur and wings. You see a flicker of movement out of the corner of your eye, and shudder slightly, not just from the biting wind. Another flicker, and a small male foxer approaches you. He smiles slightly, the three silver earrings in his left ear glinting. He makes a small hissing noise, barley audible above the brewing storm then speaks, with no attempt to hide his dislike for you,
"Who are you and why are you here?"
You answer, stating your name, and describing the fact that you do not actually know how you got here, and would like to get back soon. At this, he smiles, his teeth razor sharp and deadly looking.
"I go by Hukatus, I tell no one my real name." He said this with malice in his soft, almost lilting, voice. You glance at him, and notice his strange, metallic, paw.
"Your, your paw?"
The small foxer whips his head toward you,
"I choose not to mention,"
Hukatus tenses his muscles, glancing at his metal paw, "This..."
You take a step back, frightened by this strange foxerfly.
"I'm sorry," He murmurs, "I don't mean to frighten you." You mumble an apology for getting scared, and Hukatus glances at the darkening sky. "A storm is brewing." He hisses. "You should get inside." At this he turns, bounding up the mountain side.
"Wait!" You yell, panicking "I don't know where I am, will you help me get home" At this he whips back around, a smile gleaming on his face.
"You
wish you could go home, do you?" He emphasizes the word wish. You nod. "Lucky you. I grant wishes, it is my talent, I guess."
'"Oh, well will you help me?" you question.
Hukatus nods, gesturing with his paw,
"Come, I have shelter."
You hesitate, then with a glance at the brooding sky, you shout
"Coming!"
Hukatus continues bounding up the rocks, and you wonder how such a small foxer could be so athletic. You scramble up awkwardly and at the last rock, slip. Hukatus let's out a slight shriek, panic flashing in his golden orange eyes. He does not move to save you. You skitter up the rest of the rock, gasping and terrified.
Soon enough, Hukatus leads you to a cave, and looking up, you see a silver portcullis. It has many strange things tied to it, such as feathers, charms, bones, and a foxerfly skull. At the sight of the skull, you turn and flee, ignoring the cry of
"Wait, it's not safe out there!" from Hukatus.
Half an hour later: The wind is howling like a banshee, and it tears at your wings. The cold blades of ice stab at your skin, and a bolt of lightning hits a boulder near you. Shards of granite rain down upon you, and you feel a sharp pain each time one of the dagger like splinters hits your pelt. Another rumble of thunder, followed by an earsplitting crack causes you to bolt, running blindly over the dark ground. Your paws pound against the earth, as you frantically try to dodge the falling rock. Suddenly the ground under your paws crumbles, and you are falling. You frantically flap your wings, trying to stall your plummet. You land roughly, whacking the side of your head on something hard. Your vision blurs, and your world fades to black.
Your head is pounding. The faintly glowing lamp suspended from the ceiling seems blindingly bright, and its light reflects off silver metal bars in front of you.
"Prison?" Your dizzy brain wonders "What did I do to get here?" Then you remember falling. This is no prison, this is a trap! You stifle a scream as you see a familiar figure walk in front of your cell. A set of silver keys dangle from Hukatus' mouth, and he quickly unlocks the cage door.
"I told you it wasn't safe." He hisses. "Now do you still want to go home? Even if you don't, I am going to get you there," He pauses. "No matter what." He says, anger and some emotion you do not recognize oozing into his voice. Desperation. That's what the emotion is. He is desperate. You wince from your realization.
He murrmers something, and you, curious as always, question
"Um... What did you say? I didn't quite here you?"
He looks at you and speaks his voice clear and audible.
"Can you hear them?"
You listen, yet the room is silent except for the sound of your breathing.
"Hear what?"
He lowers his ears, and in a snarl says
"Them. The drums."
Once again you perk your ears, yet still no sound comes to them.
"I hear nothing." You state, confused by this sudden change in Hukatus' personality.
"Listen." He hisses
You glance around, looking for the best way to run.
"Listen!" He says again, his voice strained.
You step back, until you bump into the wall.
"No one ever hears them! No one ever listens!"
He barks this at you, a thin line of spit flying from his mouth. You whimper softly. "I'm sorry!" Hukatus gasps, his voice drenched in concern. You stare at him, wondering if this could possibly be the foxerfly you were speaking to moments earlier.
"What..... Um.... Yeah." You murmur, at loss for words.
"I'm sorry." He repeats.
You glance at his frenzied eyes.
"I'm so so sorry. I was so angry. I tried to stop."
You looked at him, not understanding what he was apologizing for.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Tears streak his face.
"Why are you sorry!" You scream.
"Are you sure you want to know?" A thunderbolt rips the silence.
"Tell me." You growl.
The strange foxer reachs out a paw, then pauses.
"Now." Your voice holds an unspoken threat. He lightly touchs you with his paw, and pain tears you apart. You were dying. You had to be. You scream in agony, yet feel as though you are glued to the spot. You see a blurred image of Hukatus' face, drenched with tears, and then you squeez your eyes shut, hoping it will be over soon.
On opening your eyes, you see a familiar room. You are home. It was just a dream. You climb from your bed, and to your horror, the you reflected in the mirror is covered in cuts, a nick out of your ear, right where a shard of rock hit it. It seems quiet. Oddly quiet. You open the door to your room, and are horrified at the rubble that greets you.
I'm sorry.
You remember Hukatus saying this.
I am so, so sorry.
An idea forms in your head and you gasp at the realization. The fishtailed foxer had been the one to do this.
"No, that's impossible!" Your mind scolds you.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry.
Yet you knew, this was his fault. Your family was dead and it was all his fault. You flatten your ears and snarl at the air. Only when you see a droplet splash the pavement do you relize you are crying.
═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ ═ 
Font by CoolText generator
Art piece one by LichenFeather
Art piece two by me
Art piece three by ♋Cαncεr♋
