Username: Peeta Loverboy(Changing to Xhat~The~Dragon)
Name: Zinger (Most call him Zinga)
Personality: Zinger is very playful, and loves to play pranks and quirky jokes on other FDD's. He absolutely loves his completely red coat, and tries to groom himself every day. Sometimes he can be calm, but sometimes this only happens when he eats too many sweets. Also, this pretty boy is very curious and when told not to open something, he will open it. He's strangely obsessed with boxes, because alot of them contain thing. Can be random at times... especially around boxes.
Story/Art:
^^^My Preciousss...^^^(Story name too!)Zinger quietly sat in his room, poking his head into the large box he used as a bed, the fluff sticking to his wet nose. He sneezed, and the blue fluff wizzed across the room. Footsteps echoed from the hall, and the small male jumped into his box. His fluffy head poked out, his light red eyes shining brightly as he giggled in his dragon language. Zinger's owner stepped in his room, smiling at her handsome fella and setting a BIG box down in the middle of the room.
"No touch." she warned, quickly bouncing out of the room. Zinger was getting curious as to what was in the box, so he snuck out of his bed. Eyes large and intent, he snuck closer. Soon the FDD was beside the box on his rump, front legs and paws wrapped around it.
"Ohhh, Precious Box!" he exclaimed, gnawing on the cardboard exterior. Using his head, he headbutted the box and made it do somersaults. Laughing and rolling on the floor, he got to his paws. Zinger's legs carried him over to the box, and his petite claws slid out. He propped the box up and did three circles around it, before sitting on his buttox right behind it. The small male crawled atop it and started to cut the sticky ducktape with his claws... As soon as the two flaps opened, confetti bursted out and Zinger flew backwards. Landing on his face with a
Thud, he sat upright.
"My Precioussss?!?!" he asked the box, quite confused to what had just happened.
"Surprise!!!" yelled his owner, as she jumped though the empty doorframe. She knelt down and Zinger ran over, flying into her arms. She squeezed him tight and he gurgled happily. It was Zinger's best box-surprise yet!
What will you do with him?: I am in the progress of making a collage of my adopted pets, charries and fursona's, and I would love to feature him in this. And I may right a short story about some of his adventures.
Why do you want him? I was certainly astonished when I saw this pretty boy , and actually fell out of my chair. Literally...(Not kidding...
) And, this wonderful boy would be my first FDD, c:
