
Username:booklover789
What is This Voxxie Based Off Of?Sugarplum Fairies
Voxxie's Name:Mandshurica
Why Did You Name Her That?Because of the last part of the name of the
Prunus Mandshurica, a plum which is a variety of the Siberian Apricot. "The Nutcracker" was originally a ballet suit written by Tchaikovsky, who was from Russia. Siberia belongs to Russia. This is why I chose the name for this sweetheart as I did.
Voxxie's Gender:Female
What are Her Favorite Accessories?Zelda Fairy NecklaceGolden Heart LocketCrownsWhat is Her Theme Song?Sky Sweetnam - Real LifeWhat are Her Favorite Colors?Purple and
GoldBrief Personality:Negative QualitiesDiva
Control-Freak
Demanding
Rough
Easily-Angered
"My Way or the Highway"
Positive QualitiesCaring
Loving
Guardian
Great Listener
Elegant
Delicate
Spirited
Personality:Mandshurica is most definitely a diva. While she isn't as bad as she once was - if she didn't get her way she'd throw a hissy fit until she DID get what she wanted - she is still a diva today. Because of this, others often deem her as impatient or demanding, but thinks of herself as "reasonably requesting," instead. She is definitely a control-freak, and doesn't like it when others tell her what to do. Either she's in charge of her own life or she won't feel like she's living at all. She'd rather die than give up her freedom, and will tell you as much with her firey attitude and sharp words that cut to the bone.
Mandshurica can be very rough, particularly if she's lost her temper. She often makes awful decisions when she's infuriated, which is more frequently than she'd like. She is very easily angered, and can often be heard yelling at whomever has been unfortunate enough to earn her fury. When she's not upset, however, she has excellent qualities about her that fit her for duty. She is an excellent listener, and is energetic by nature. She loves to help others, and will listen to anyone's problems, even if it takes a long time for them to tell her the real problem at hand. She cares just as deeply and fully as she loves, and she is very protective of those whom she does hold dear. Mandshurica is very delicate, and is elegant by nature, preferring the fancy things over the plain ones. She hates to get dirty, and would rather be clean. While she is weak in body, she is strong in spirit. She rules justly, and delivers punishment when necessary, though she generally dislikes doing so unless the being has insulted or hurt her personally.
Short Story:.Polaris wrote:A Voxxie is a small creature, around the size of a rat. They are in fact blind; living deep in under the earth, the need for sight was not necessary with the unfathomable blackness. Regardless of their lack of sight, they are no where near helpless. With their highly sensitive noses, ears and sense of touch, they are able to make their way around quite easily. They usually live in colonies of up to 15 or so Voxxies, although there is no hierarchy; just all living together.
Her father sighed. "Mandshurica, please, listen to us - "
"No! I won't sit here and be made a prisoner of a flawed system!"
"We live together with no hierarchy because it's best, dear. Please, cease in this childish behavior - you're upsetting your father." Her mother's tail wrapped gently around her frail shoulders. "We care about you. We want you to stay here with us."
She jerked out of her mother's embrace. "Wasn't it you who once told me that we don't always get what we want?" she spat, turning and racing down the tunnel that led out of the sleeping room and into the storage room. After rummaging around for a few seconds, she found what she wanted. "Yes!" she crowed in victory, planting the tiara upon her head. "Now that I've gotten the only items that actually mean anything to me, I'm leaving this ridiculous place." She slipped the golden necklace around her neck, frowning as her blind eyes flicked about, struggling not to tear up. She turned and raced down the exit tunnel, sniffling in sadness as the familiar scents of home faded behind her.

Shorty after exiting the caves, the young Voxxie shivered from the cold. With every step she took, the snow seemed to get higher, and she felt it drifting down from the sky as well. She shook it off of her pelt when it began to melt. "What IS this wet stuff?!" she shrieked, speeding up to get out of the blizzard sooner. "UGH, it's so COLD!" Suddenly, she slipped on a melted patch of snow and fell face-first into a snowbank. Her tiara flew through the sky and landed too far away for the Voxxie to feel or scent. Tears welled up in her tired, frustrated eyes and streamed down her cheeks, freezing solid before hitting the ground. "That was my mother's tiara..."
"Hey! Over here!" yelled a feminine voice to her right.
The Voxxie frowned, turning towards it. "Hello?"
"Come out of the snow!"
The purple Voxxie bounded through the snow drifts, getting buried in each one as she leapt into them, racing as fast as she could towards the voice, her pace slow due to her weak body. She stopped when she felt stone underneath her raw paws. "Am I back home?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She scented around for a bit, and smelled one Voxxie in the cave. "Hello?" she called out, louder this time.
"Hi."
She felt fur brush her neck.
"I'm
Magnificat Canzone Cantata da Molti, but you can call me Magnificat or Canzone or Cantata - whichever you prefer."
"Canzone, what am I doing here? Where is my pack?"
"Oh, you had a pack, too? What are you doing out here away from them?"
Suddenly realizing that Canzone was helping to get her dry by rubbing herself on the purple Voxxie, she shook herself off, sending droplets of water flying everywhere as she shivered. "I'm Mandshurica - you know, like the plum? Yeah, my parents were real foodies. Anywho, I'm here because I ran off."
"Why'd you go and do a thing like that?" murmured Canzone, stepping back and shaking herself off.
"They made me adhere to the 'we are all equal' system of living, and I couldn't stand that. I want to rule over others, not be counted as an equal with them! I mean, sure, maybe three or four other Voxxies and myself could be counted as equals - I wouldn't mind that...but the entire pack being just as important as me? I don't THINK so."
"Oh, you left of your own accord, then."
"Well, yeah, duh. Why ELSE would I be out here?" Suddenly realizing Canzone was alone, the purple Voxxie tilted her head in questioning. "What are YOU doing out here?"
"I once lived in a pack with
Luminescent and his family. It was a small pack at first - just him, his wife, their three children, and a couple other Voxxies which they had taken in. One of those Voxxies was me. My best friend
Aysel was there, as was my other friend,
Kyon. Kyon was a loner by nature, and really didn't make friends easily - the fact that he made friends with not just me but my other friend was shocking, truly. Anyways, the more time I spent with him the more deeply I fell in love with him. He was amazing, honestly. I wanted to be his mate more than anything, but...well, he decided he didn't want me - in fact, he didn't want anyone. He wanted to be a loner for the rest of his life. I couldn't bear to be in his presence knowing that he'd never choose me, so I went to Luminescent and asked him if he could figure out a way to get me out of the pack. I explained I didn't hate him or any of the other members - I just needed my own space. He talked it over with the rest of the pack - all the Voxxies except Kyon, that is - and they came to a unanimous decision: ban me from the pack and forbid me from ever returning."
"That seems sort of harsh, considering you didn't do anything wrong."
"It was the only way they could trick Kyon into thinking it wasn't his fault - which it was, but no one other than me wanted him to feel that it was."
"Still seems like a bad idea. Why not ban Kyon?"
"He was more essential to the pack, I guess." She shrugged. "Anyways, I've been on my own since then."
"Do you mind if I stay with you? I don't have anywhere else to go."
"I don't mind," she said, smiling. "And I agree with you, by the way."
"About what?"
"We shouldn't all be equal. There HAVE to be Voxxies above the rest, as there are Voxxies who are BETTER than the rest."

A couple weeks later, Canzone found Mandshurica's tiara. "Hey, I found your crown while I was out hunting!" she said, slipping it off of her leg and plopping atop her friend's head. "Where'd you get it?"
"It was my mother's. It reminds me of home," she said, fondly smiling as she remembered the good days.
"Oh, I see," Canzone said, nodding.
"Hey, I have an idea."
"What's that?"
"Why don't we run our own pack where there ARE important Voxxies and those who aren't as important?"
"That's a great idea! But...who will lead them? You or I?"
"Both of us."
"That sounds like a great plan!"
"Thanks."
"But...how will we get Voxxies to join?"
Mandshurica smiled. "I have an idea."

Three weeks later, Mandshurica and Canzone had successfully swayed quite a few Voxxies to join their new pack. Upon reaching the cave where they all were gathered, Mandshurica pulled Canzone aside. "Canzone, I know we agreed that we'd rule together, but we never agreed on names for ourselves, like, official titles."
"I'll be a princess. I've always wanted to be one." The Voxxie smiled happily, entwining her tail with her friend's. "What about you?"
"I've always wanted to be a queen."
"Queen of the Voxxies."
"No, no." As she scented the crowd of sweet-hearted Voxxies, she got an idea. "I won't be Queen of the Voxxies. I'll be the Queen of the Sugarplums."
Art:
Transparent Version HereBy
GreentheWolf
By me (booklover789)
(This is my first time drawing a Voxxie, so I really hope I did all right.)