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A Foxerfly is a fox-like creature that is rather small. They are about the size of the average house cat. Their very unique feature is the pair of wings on their back that allows them to fly unlike any other four-legged being. There are five different types of wings of a Foxerfly that resemble wings of insects.
Butterfly
Dragonfly
Bee
Wasp and
Moth
Occasionally their wings will be different to others, but it is rare in the average Foxerfly. Their diet consists of everything a normal fox would eat; berries, eggs, small rodents, fruit, and they may chew on various crops. They are shy and extremely secretive among creatures of different kinds, so they are not seen often.
Be nice to your Foxerfly; they will only choose the one right for them.
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I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines
What's [censored] up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aaah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
I walk alone
I walk a...
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...


Username wrote:I am Simonpet, a non-owner.
I hope that this will be my
first Foxer. I am only adding
two things: this Foxer's talent,
and a story about his talent.
Name and Gender wrote:This looks like a boy
to me, and would be
named Chrysaor. In
Greek, Chrysaor means
"Golden sword." Chrysaor's
nickname is Chry.
Talent and Charm wrote:Chrysaor's talent would be
treasure-finding, and his
charm would be a little
gold coin.
Personality wrote:Chrysaor is a highly excitable Foxer,
and is a daredevil. He loves to do
crazy things like rock climbing
without a harness, skydiving without
using his wings, and trying to
brave the wilderness with no help
and no supplies to start with. But
when he is at home, he is easygoing
and understanding. He tries to help
as many people as possible, though he
does it mostly in his head, as Chrysaor
is afraid that something could go wrong.
Story wrote:Chrysaor woke up, groaning as he stretched his back which was stiff from sleeping on rocks. "And that, Chry" he said to himself, "Is what you get from all your fantasies of being a true adventurer." He had slept in because the day before, he had been doing some excavation work with his helpers. He refused to sleep with them, and slept outside the tents. He was searching for the the supposed treasures of a city that had existed long ago. He snorted to himself. All of these things were from long ago, and how they survived was beyond him. He hoped to make some progress that day, as it hadn't been going well for the past week or so. Of course, his talent was treasure hunting, and he sensed that there was treasure in this area. But he couldn't detect it. Whatever it was. He only hoped that he would find it soon. Otherwise, his reputation might go down.
Some time later:
"Hurry up you slowpokes!" Chrysaor was not in a good mood. They hadn't made any progress, if you counted progress as finding some stone bricks that took forever to move. It was bad enough that Chrysaor had to help. And he was the boss of the expedition. As he hauled the bricks along with the pottery and everything else useless that his team had found, he wiped his brow, thinking of where the treasure could be. He sensed it was close, but couldn't tell where. When they finished (finally!), he sat down, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he panted. Chrysaor swatted some mosquitoes away as he wrote in his notebook what places they had eliminated. But something felt wrong about that. Like they had found the right spot, but not looked close enough. He looked at the enormous pit that his team had uncovered. And something tingled in him. It was the feeling that he got when he was on the right track. He looked closer, and as he dropped in to investigate the pit, he slipped and fell. But he fell further than he should have, for his weight had collapsed a tunnel. He heard more stones fall down. And the tingling went crazy. He was close. Really close. He almost laughed in pleasure and surprise. Their prize had been right under them the whole time they dug! He grinned crazily as he called, "Hey guys! We just might have missed something!"
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