Name:
Fletcher
Gender:
Male
Orientation:
Straight
Relationship:
Open
Friendships:
Open
Companions:
None atm
Artist:
humerussin
Fletcher
Gender:
Male
Orientation:
Straight
Relationship:
Open
Friendships:
Open
Companions:
None atm
Artist:
humerussin
Bio:
Fletcher would like to say he is a tough guy but alas he is fairly sensitive inside. While he does get into lots of mischief, he is also the child who will care for flowers in his planted pots and has a soft spot for animals, particularly little mammals. |
Traits
Fox Ears- Uncommon
Fox Tail- Rare
Fox Tail- Rare
Nursery Form
Prairie
+
Nori
(Mavi)
Proof of Permission*:
Here
Offspring:
1468
1741
(and a Hatchery Batch that has not been done yet)
Other:
Penn x3 Minor Mane
Penn X3 Smooth Horns
Penn x2 Fox Ears
Penn x2 Fox tail
Total: 10 C$
Growth to Adult:
Yes
+
Nori
(Mavi)
Proof of Permission*:
Here
Offspring:
1468
1741
(and a Hatchery Batch that has not been done yet)
Other:
Penn x3 Minor Mane
Penn X3 Smooth Horns
Penn x2 Fox Ears
Penn x2 Fox tail
Total: 10 C$
Growth to Adult:
Yes
Stories
Fletcher sat outside the cave crying, worried sick over his dad who was inside being patched up after his accident. Fletcher was only a young viscling and was traveling with his dad, Prairie, and his adopted cousin Azura to find a place to settle down for the winter. Fletcher was used to traveling with his family at this point but it still was hard to get used to the dangers that came along with it, like seeing his dad slip down the side of a riverbed and hurt his leg.
Fletcher looked up to where Azura was, slowly picking flowers in the nearby field, focusing on her activity rather than the accident that had occurred. Azura looked up and saw Fletcher watching her and motioned for him to come. He stood slowly and joined Azura in the nearby field as she gathered up the flowers that she had picked. She weaved them into a crown and slowly perched it upon Fletcher's head. They both giggled a bit as the crown fell lopsided because of his oversized ears and small head. While Prairie was bandaged up, the two visclings worked together making the flower crown fit Fletcher and Fletcher made one for Azura to wear as well.
Fletcher looked up to where Azura was, slowly picking flowers in the nearby field, focusing on her activity rather than the accident that had occurred. Azura looked up and saw Fletcher watching her and motioned for him to come. He stood slowly and joined Azura in the nearby field as she gathered up the flowers that she had picked. She weaved them into a crown and slowly perched it upon Fletcher's head. They both giggled a bit as the crown fell lopsided because of his oversized ears and small head. While Prairie was bandaged up, the two visclings worked together making the flower crown fit Fletcher and Fletcher made one for Azura to wear as well.