
Companionship
- Doruk the Mutant Harris
- Feyzi the Grumblebug
description
From snout to tail tip 7.8 inches. Wing span 6.9 inches. Gray blue above, and gray olive below. Upper surfaces covered with uniform small granular scales, somewhat larger on the snout, smallest on the hinder part of the head. Abdominal scales rather small, cycloid, imbricate. Tail without large tubercles; approximately two-thirds total length. Wings fold flat and lay flat against spine when not in use. Body and limbs stout. Has large ears, that are spines connected by leathery skin, and appear wing-like. The pupil of the eye is vertical. Each finger or toe has a slender distal clawed joint, angularly bent and rising from within the extremity of the dilated portion. Able to run quadrupedally across water by a partially surface tension-dependent mechanism.
Doruk's Day
I’d woken up to the pitter patter of rain, too bad it was on my head, as during the night the roof of my tree stump house had disappeared. So now my entire bed was sopping wet.
After I took care of that I went to make my breakfast, only to find that my pantry. was now infested with fleafs, and they had decimated my entire food supply.
I shoo’d away all the little buggies, set humane traps, and then walked out the hatch to find some food. Not two steps outside When a pack of Lupes running past splashed mud all over me.
Guess it’s time for a bath. Changing course I headed for the stream to wash all this gook off. I kneeled down at the edge of the rain swollen stream when the ground beneath me gave out and washed me downstream. I flailed, and yelled, and. swallowed water and flailed some more before catching an overhanging branch to pull myself out.
I sat a ways away from the water for awhile to catch my breath. When my breathing and heart rate finally returned to somewhat normal, I looked around and realized I was completely lost. There wasn’t one thing I recognized as familiar.
Nothing else to do I scurried over to a bush with some luscious. looking berries and ate my fill. A few minutes later, I realized my mistake, as my stomach emptied its contents all over my feet. I guess those weren’t good berries after all. Gingerly. I sat on the edge of the stream and washed off again.
Determined now to find some food to quell the rumbling in my stomach, I set off through the unfamiliar woods, looking for something to eat. Little did I know, something was also looking for a meal… of me!
I was reaching down to pet a cute litte Springabee, who proceeded to STING me! I was nursing my injured paw, when I noticed the beady eyes in the bush to the right of me. Me and the Tralbak (a feathered raptor-like 4-legged bird) moved at the same time, I was running blindly into branches, occasionally tripping in holes, which caused me to start somersaulting down a hill that ended in a cliff.
“Welp, here’s the end” I thought rather calmly in the face of my extinction. Just before I rolled off the edge, a flash of tan & a purply blue filled my vision, and some soft grippy hands held me close. I was able to peek in between the oddly ridged fingers to see the ground getting further and further away. The Tralbak screamed in frustration of losing it’s meal, but as it had no wings, there was nothing to do.
In just a few moments we arrived at the creatures lair, a small hollow in a large, very tall tree. It was sunny dry, and warm. I thought it would make a mess to eat me here, so began to wonder at the creature that had carried me here.
His body was low slung and long, blue on top, and a dirty tan on bottom, he looked back at me with large green irises in a yellow sclera. Spikes ran from his forehead all the way. to the tip of his tall, most pretty floppy looking. His king forked tongue darted in and out of his mouth as We took each other in. He cocked his. large arrow shaped head, and asked me my name.
“My name is Doruk, and I am a mutant Harris, what do you plan to do with me?”
“Make you my friend.” he replied.
timeline
4May2023 || Finally snagged a good deal on a grumblebug!
20Dec2021 || TNT dropped petslots in the mall, and drac moved to my main! (in the middle of his first BC, oops. Still got gold though!)
17Nov2021 || Petpetpet match decided on.
31Jun2021 || Petpage started
23May2021 || Completed profile coding and content.
21May2021 || Painted his basic Harris Mutant, and renamed to Doruk
20May2021 || Was able to trade 5l misspell with custom for Drac!
10May2021 || Spotted UFT on the Pound Chat
personality
friendly || innocent || needy|| slippery
Personality Meter
Adventurous ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◆ ◇ Cautious
Allocentric ◇ ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ Egocentric
Athletic ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ Lazy
Calm ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◆ Anxious
Charismatic ◇ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ Unlikeable
Cheerful ◇ ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ Gloomy
Clean ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◇ Messy
Clever ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◆ ◇ Ignorant
Confident ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◆ Doubtful
Courageous ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ Cowardly
Forgiving ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ Vengeful
Generous ◇ ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ Selfish
Honest ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ Deceptive
Humorous ◇ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ Serious
Kind ◇ ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ Cruel
Leader ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◆ Follower
Loyal ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ Disloyal
Optimistic ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◆ Pessimistic
Realistic ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ Imaginative
Stoic ◇ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ Emotional



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Escape
The lights flickered on, tiredly as they too thought it was too early in the morning to be awake. As the scientist stumbled in, and set down their briefcase and mug of bitter reheated coffee the animals in their assorted cages all skittered to get away from him as much as they could within their tiny little boxes.
In one of the cages however, Subject dr-4c0n14c1 lunged forward and waves his little claws in greeting to the scientist. Even though each day brought an unknown quantity, some good, some bad, and some extremely painful, the little blue lizard lived to interact with others.
Today wasn’t a good day. It started with things being shoved in places that aren’t polite to mention, and ended with being on the sensors, taped down for many hours. Finally, the tired scientist closed the door and locked it behind him… Or so he thought. The door pushed just slightly inward, so that a crack of light from the dingy hall and it’s light could be seen from inside the labratory. Many of the more intelligent creatures held their breath, waiting to see if He would come back and realize his error… But he didn’t.
Subject dr-4c0n14c1 was the only creature that was able to escape from the tiny box of horrors, his body was made more fluid and stretchable by the chemicals and solutions he’d been injected and bathed in over the years, his bones pliable, but not prone to snapping. He was able to compress his skull enough to push it through the grating that was the front of his cubicle and then slide the rest of his body out.
Unfortunately, he is not smart enough to work the locking mechanisms to open the other cages, much to the chagrin of himself and the other creatures. Light is beginning to break through the slats of the window blinds, and they tell him it’s time to go by himself. He races over to the windows, hoping to find one open to leave the easy way, but it is not to be. Next he peeks in the hallway, but sees figures moving around. He hesitates but a moment before dashing to the far wall and using his gripper feet and hands to zoom along the wall. He miscalculates a door, and part of his tail gets caught in the frame… He torturously pulls free, leaving part of himself there; and decides to try the ceiling instead.
Running along upside down and weaving through pipes and cords sinuously, he finally smells fresh air. Just one more portal to cross, and he will be free… The doorway happens to be the main entrance to the complex, and is the most heavily guarded and watched; but he is in luck… Someone else from the lab made it out! He’s about to call out when they trip a sensor and Security pounces to catch them… Realizing this may be his only chance; he rushes through the door…. only to realize he was running on the ceiling, and there’s no ceiling outside! After crashing to the hard paved surface, he shakes his vision to clear it and skitters to the nearest cover. Sneaking from planter to planter he finally makes the edge of the compound and risks a look back… The dull grey squat buildings are well lit; and are starting to come alive inside; already he can hear a ruckus going up from the corner of his lab. They know he’s gone…
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