• Douma had always been... let's say the obnoxious type. Wants attention, but hates physical contact, of course. • He had one time been traveling through a forest path, looking for something or someone to eat. That was, until he found you. Great. • Yeah...you're dead. That is until he made you his pet of some sorts. Kind of like a trade. He doesn't kill you, and you are like a guest he carries around everywhere.* "Hey, what're you doing?" He asked, walking up to you.