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Description
Name: Scarecrow
Breed: Saber tooted jackiller
Sex: Male
Age: 4, he's not even an adult
Rank: Rebel's guide for the desert and path advisor
Markings: Very rare spots on a light blue skin
Mate: None
Personality: He does have a really short patience toward strangers, but he's for sure the softest jackiller ever born.

Story: Young, he was interested in human beings, he was always near them, secretly spying their comportments, trying to understand them. One night, has he was a little older, he saw a jackiller stalking a young boy, probably lost. For sure he saved that little boy, but he got caught and have been judged by the leader of all jackillers of the city of Yiekna.

Considered disgraceful of only having the jackiller’s mask marking, the alpha tore him off all the skin of the face, leaving only some white spots, memory of Scarecrow’s white mask marking.

Growing up away from the other jackillers, he didn’t develop the sadistic humor of his related. And did depend on his mother to find a way to survive in the worse part of the town for a jackiller.

In fact, the leader came again and forced Scarecrow’s mother to let her son down and Scarecrow started his life on his own. It took him almost no time to go back next to the humans, peeking for food. He got sociable toward a stray wosel that show him how to find water much more easily and teach him to speak.

From the fact that the jackillers hate wosels, four of these came to break this bond once and for all, by killing Scarecrow. Who lost a big part of his tongue and got a bad deep wound on his back. Not able to move anymore because of the pain, he lost the fight and got left to die in the desert.

Knowing how to find water, he found some near him, then dig himself a den with all the strength that was left in him, just so he could sleep and starts to get better. But he wasn’t able to find food anymore, and that’s how he found the rebels. Smelling the good sent of the food, it was a question of life or death to steal food from them. That was a total fail! In fact, if Matkew had been asleep Scarecrow would just be dead.

Being the only one to not have this reflex of killing a jackiller that aren’t even stronger than him, Matkew did take care of the wound of the poor beast and gave him a part of his own food. The rebels where travelling all the way trough the desert, but they where missing water. Scarecrow passed to the rank of simple pet to guide by showing how much he knew the desert and finding an unknown well wich was really near the surface of the sand.

Well, I’m happy with this cara… even if we doesn’t see much his story… gaw, I must go to bed now, I hope you like him, and I’ll send the next page of genetics when I’ll wake up.

PS: sorry if my English is bad, XD I’m maybe really tired !

Description
Name: Scarecrow
Breed: Saber tooted jackiller
Sex: Male
Age: 4, he's not even an adult
Rank: Rebel's guide for the desert and path advisor
Markings: Very rare spots on a light blue skin
Mate: None
Personality: He does have a really short patience toward strangers, but he's for sure the softest jackiller ever born.

Story: Young, he was interested in human beings, he was always near them, secretly spying their comportments, trying to understand them. One night, has he was a little older, he saw a jackiller stalking a young boy, probably lost. For sure he saved that little boy, but he got caught and have been judged by the leader of all jackillers of the city of Yiekna.

Considered disgraceful of only having the jackiller’s mask marking, the alpha tore him off all the skin of the face, leaving only some white spots, memory of Scarecrow’s white mask marking.

Growing up away from the other jackillers, he didn’t develop the sadistic humor of his related. And did depend on his mother to find a way to survive in the worse part of the town for a jackiller.

In fact, the leader came again and forced Scarecrow’s mother to let her son down and Scarecrow started his life on his own. It took him almost no time to go back next to the humans, peeking for food. He got sociable toward a stray wosel that show him how to find water much more easily and teach him to speak.

From the fact that the jackillers hate wosels, four of these came to break this bond once and for all, by killing Scarecrow. Who lost a big part of his tongue and got a bad deep wound on his back. Not able to move anymore because of the pain, he lost the fight and got left to die in the desert.

Knowing how to find water, he found some near him, then dig himself a den with all the strength that was left in him, just so he could sleep and starts to get better. But he wasn’t able to find food anymore, and that’s how he found the rebels. Smelling the good sent of the food, it was a question of life or death to steal food from them. That was a total fail! In fact, if Matkew had been asleep Scarecrow would just be dead.

Being the only one to not have this reflex of killing a jackiller that aren’t even stronger than him, Matkew did take care of the wound of the poor beast and gave him a part of his own food. The rebels where travelling all the way trough the desert, but they where missing water. Scarecrow passed to the rank of simple pet to guide by showing how much he knew the desert and finding an unknown well wich was really near the surface of the sand.

Well, I’m happy with this cara… even if we doesn’t see much his story… gaw, I must go to bed now, I hope you like him, and I’ll send the next page of genetics when I’ll wake up.

PS: sorry if my English is bad, XD I’m maybe really tired !