[The Llama Overlord]

This boy is a solitary and withdrawn Ifrinn.
Rescued from a raid on a fighting rink he was found in deplorable conditions.
Although his health is back on track he shows signs of being very volatile and anyone who wishes to take this boy in must have both the patience and strength to work through his many trust issues.
He shows signs of having an affinity for certain METALS and is though to be a young adult in his mid 30s.

To win This boy I will need you to name him and tell me why you chose that name for him. I would also like you to write a story about his past.

The more effort you put into the story the more likely you are to get him~

[Fiern]

Name: Borislav
Borislav is a mix if two words, soldier and battle. I see this gent as being a head down, tough as nails campaigner. He gets through what he has to, not because he wants to, but because he must.



Steel.

The cold of the cage floor and walls, the metallic tang in the air. Borislavs sides rose and fell as he struggled to pull in one lungful of air after another. These harshnesses were a comfort, they meant he had survived another fight, another night. He couldn't even recall the fight in truth, he often couldn't. There was the fear at the start, before the initial clash, the anticipation that was much more akin to dread.

Then the fight would begin. After first blood was drawn, no matter which side was responsible, there was no more thought, only action. Only survival. Borislav wanted to live. Wanted it desprately. The comforting steel meant he'd managed this for another night.

Still. Still, the injuries were adding up, still he was slowing down. He was tiring. Not only physically but also emotionally. He was tired all the way to the soul. Soon, he knew, feared, he would be put in the pit with someone less tired, someone who wanted to survive even more than he did. No use dwelling on it though. Now was the time to rest, to prepare for the next match. Hopefully there would be clean water. Maybe even food.

Tired eyes closed as an injured muzzle lowered to rest upon his forepaws. Tired he might be, but Borislav was and would always be a fighter. When the cage opened again, he would be ready.

[nivans.piers]

Name;;

Sotilas
Sotilas is Finnish for soldier. I wanted something associated with the word Soldier, because in my eyes, this boy is like a soldier, head strong, determined, and get's through tough times. He pulls through in the darkest of hours. Also, he's sorta like a soldier with his feelings, not showing it and persisting that he can and must feel fine.

Story;;

It's that moment in time, when everything is a blur. When the colors collide in a bloody mess, and the shapes all fuzz around the edges. That was this moment. Ifrinn of different sizes ran towards any opening leading to outside. Humans fought among themselves, not surprisingly, some had guns or knives.
Sotilas crept from his cage, seeing that most the Ifrinn that made a show of getting out got shot or stabbed. He slinked along the cold concrete floor of the building, stealthily searching for a way out of this freak show. His air swam from his lungs, as a humans stumbled over him, and crashed to the floor. Being an ifrinn of decent size, stumbled was an understatement.
Sotilas groaned, as the world now spun. He felt as if he was in the center of a color wheel, but all the colors of the rainbow were in the wrong place. He stood, and decided that, even though slow and steady wins the race, this wasn't a race. This was a war. Small, no doubt, but very powerful.
The lights of sirens flashed through the windows, the the people were oblivious to their arrival. Sotilas took a leap towards one of the higher windows, landing on a crate. He sucked in a handful of the musty air, and started climbing up the steal cells. One slid, and he tumbled down, losing part of his progress. Luckily, he caught his footing on a lower crate, and was able to start up again.
He looked around, now breathing heavily, and all the blurriness he had witnessed before vanished. The world was left with sharp edged, so sharp they looked as if they could cut through steel.
Everything was so sure to him how. He could see every detail, every shine of a blade, every flash of a bullet. Everything was visible, and yet it was all so surreal. Sotilas blinked a few times, and shook his head. He took a large swig of air, and started up again.
Soon he made it to the window.
To his luck, it was cracked open. He rammed his shoulder into it, causing it to push open. he looked down at the jump he was about to encounter. At a downwards glance, he could see that it led to an alleyway, and that bellow was piles of trash. He sighed, and gritted his teeth. He jumped.
The first rush of air was enough to bring a small smile to his lips, before he realized how this would end. He curled up, and tight as he could, and growled as he fell into masses of trash, some areas soft, other areas hard as rock. He ground his jaw up, his teeth forcefully clamped together, and stood. His legs wobbled underneath him. His muscles screamed as he stood. Small guts scattered his body.
He climbed slowly from the trash, and rolled down the side of the small mound, colliding with the hard gravel like substance that covered the bottom of the alleyway. He lay there for what seemed like a lifetime, before his motives came back to him.
After taking small breaths for the time he had laid there, the sudden strong intake of breath that he now took made his lungs ache. He stood, once again met with jello muscles. He sentenced them to work, and limped out of the alley, sticking to the shadows.
For another lifetime he kept to the shadows, creeping along with god like silence. Nearing a darker alley, he stumbled, and fell. He gritted his teeth once more, and stood, shaking completely now.
The sun slowly rose in the east, and he stopped for a precious few minutes, to catch the first glimpses of sunlight kiss the earth, lighting the once darkened city. He smiled slightly, enjoying his first sunrise. He wondered how such things occurred, then remembered stories. He gave a nod, now believe the tails that were once passed among cell mates. He stood, and sighed softly, each breath made his lungs burn.
Smoke trailed up from the building he left behind, now the sirens he once heard were only small beeps, they seemed miles behind him. He walked into the dark alley, and collected some of the softer items. This was slow progress, but he didn't mind. The sun seemed to last forever, happy to light his way as he went.
He created a small bed, and laid down, letting his muscles relax as he hid.

(thinking about it, i might add to the story more, and add how we met. :3)

[Novi]

username;; prince tsuoubaki, but please, call me Touya. c: It's much simpler than writing out my full title, no?
why do i want him;; I've always been a sucker for designs like this. Tans with whites and a black mane are a must for me, so you can imagine my delight when I saw this beauteous boy.
I've also always wanted a fighting character; one that must fight to survive through another day. When I saw воитель for the first time, I immediately knew that he was this character. He's perfect in every way, design-wise and personality-wise. Those yellow eyes looked deep into my soul and screamed, "Pick me! Pick me!"
It was then I knew I had to have him.
use;; 1.) Fursona - воитель is a very interesting character that deserves a special role in my little family of characters. I'd love to make him my 'sona, which would ensure that he is used often. I'd draw and write as him when I feel I need to announce something, and I'd make sure he's loved every day. c:
2.) Animations - I love to make animations/GIF's and post them on my dA. With воитель, I feel that the animations/GIF's would be more interesting if he was in them. I'd make animations of him commonly and send you links to them so you can see how he is being used. I assure you, he would be greatly loved in my care.
3.) Comics - I've been looking for a delightful character for my mini-comic, "Blood on My Hands," and I think I've found him. воитель's comic would be uploaded weekly, and I'd, of course, PM you the link to it when I find out who wins him. Hopefully, it will be me. <3
4.) Drawing - I like to draw my own characters, but I don't oftentimes upload them to deviantART (I am very self-conscious about my art). With воитель, I'd draw more often and upload them to dA so you can see how he is being used.
5.) Stories - I also enjoy writing as my characters, to see how they would react in certain situations. воитель would be written regularly, and perhaps get his own journal if people like him that much! c:
6.) Doodles - Every day, in my school, I draw instead of doing my work. Sometimes it's of random characters, sometimes it's of new ones, but most often, it's of characters I'm trying to get, like Tвоитель. воитель would have his very own doodle folder, and every sketch would be uploaded to deviantART so you can see my efforts in loving him.
7.) Hoarding Art of - I don't usually buy art of characters, especially if they're not mine. But with воитель, I want to smother him in love! I want to show people that I can love my characters, and how much I adore воитель. <3
8.) dA Ask Account - I currently have two ask accounts on dA, and I enjoy acting as characters very much. <3 An ask account is pretty much where you pose as a character and answer questions about said character. воитель would be a very fun character to act as, and I'd love to make him an ask account. Even if I don't win him, I hope to help his new owner make one [an ask account] for him.
9.) Plushy/Artisan Crafts - My friend is very specialized in making plushies and artisan crafts (such as ornaments, paper children, wallets, etc), and she agreed to help me make some of these for my most special characters. I'd like to make some of these for воитель, and if I don't win, I'd like to send them to his new owner when I'm done with them. <3
10.) A Beloved and Cherished Character - I love all my characters equally, but if I win воитель, I think he'll be loved a little bit more. I'll make him the star of my signature, and I'll love him with all of my heart! He'll be made into a main character (if not fursona), and I'll draw him every day. Even if I don't upload said drawings, he will still be loved a lot.

name;; воитель
explanation for name;; Pronounced Voy-tell and spelled (phonetically) voitel, this Russian name means "Warrior." I thought it was perfect, considering his personality traits [which will be depicted through the story] and how he acts around strangers. Unlike how other people depict warriors, I see him as a smiling, gentle giant, who was forced into this eat-or-be-eaten world. He only wants to be the hero, but how can he when the Ifrinns he is trying to help have driven him to the brink of insanity?
gender;; Obviously, воитель is a male.
age;;

...and is thought to be a young adult in his mid 30s.

Because of this quote, I see воитель as thirty-seven (37) years old.

art;; WIP
story;;
❝Life is like a game. You either win or lose. But what if you don't want to play the game? What would you do to get out of it? That's the question I ask myself every day. It is a good question, no?
My name is воитель. I am an Ifrinn, and I was destined to die.
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A pained yelp sounds through the air as I lunge at the Ifrinn, claws unsheathed, teeth bared. He looks up at me, blue eyes widened, as I go for his throat. A loud scchhhriiip is heard as he gives a final yowl of terror, eyes widened. His writhing body ceases all movement, and he starts making silly little gasping noises. All he can see is my smiling face as I place my paw on his chest, smiling at my work.
He closes his eyes gently, and his breathing finally slows to a stop. I giggle and prance away happily, the crimson liquid staining my claws and soaking my fur.
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Silence. Pure, undeterred silence.
Suddenly, a loud bang sounds. I look up from the innards of my grey-scale cage just in time to see Fleshies* flooding in through the open tavern door. I tilt my head and stand up, but only a bit, seeing as my back is soon pressed against the bars of the cage. It is very cramped in here, da?
I glance over to my right, my golden gaze capturing that of amber. A girl - Fleshy, no more than sixteen, perhaps - races over to my tiny prison and starts fiddling with the lock. I simply watch her, cocking my head like a confused pup. Her chestnut-coloured eyes catch hold of mine again, and she gives a worried smile, finally managing to pick the lock.
As soon as the latch gives way and the door swings open, I lunge towards her. She gives a quick shriek of fear as I go for her throat.
I was trained to kill, and so I shall.
Another Fleshy - this one a male, in his mid-twenties - drags me off her wriggling body as she breathes heavily, sobbing uncontrollably. I blink and give another giggle, sending a shiver down their spines. "I just wanted to play," I think to myself, smiling as the Fleshy male wraps a rope around my neck and starts roughly pulling me along.
I frown. Nobody tugs me around like a matryoshka doll...
His cries are the last thing I hear before Fleshies swarm me, hauling me away from his limp, lifeless body. Something hits me over the head, and I fall into a deep, deep sleep...
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I awake with a pounding headache, groaning and looking up to see the Fleshy girl from earlier. She has a large, metallic stick with a pointed tip, and is aiming it at me.
I growl, causing her to squeal like a svin'ya** and drop the stick. I examine it cautiously, sniffing at the stick once before turning my attention back to the girl. She's nearing the exit; I don't like that. I pounce, claws unsheathed...
...And hit the door as she darts out of the way, screaming like a glupyl**.
I snarl, shaking the pain from my head and looking back at her, lemony eyes narrowed to slits. She has the stick again, and is pointing it at me warily.
"Jeezus," she snaps, catching me off-guard. "I try to help you and THIS is the thanks I get?! You try to kill me?!"
Huh. The malen'kaya** can talk.
She sighs and slumps to the floor, hugging her knees. I trot over and sniff at her, earning a squeak and a slap as she tries to push me away. I refuse to leave, and compare our sizes. Hee hee! When she sits down, I'm bigger than her! ...Such a small Fleshy. Thin, too. Does she eat?
The Fleshy adolescent looks to me, partially confused and angered. "What do you want, you monster?!" she hisses. "Can't you see I'm mourning?"
"Over what?" I ask curiously. Did somebody die while I was sleeping?
She gives me a bewildered look, but doesn't question my ability to talk. She's probably heard of the rumours. "So you can talk..."
"Da," I reply firmly, sitting down and smiling. She looks a bit unnerved at my smile, but shakes it off and goes back to sulking.
"I can't believe it...Daddy....Why'd you leave me?" she mumbles sadly, and I frown.
"Malen'kaya."
Her head snaps up and she glares at me. "What?" she growls, obviously upset. Her eyes are glassy, and she looks just about ready to break down and cry.
I pad over beside her, smiling eerily. "Why are you crying? There is no need to be sad, da?"
"Yes there is!" she roars, glowering hatefully. "Th-that man you killed...H-he was m-m-my father!" She suddenly bursts into tears, sobbing.
I frown. Making new friends is going to be very difficult, no?
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Today the girl came back to my new cage - it is much bigger than my previous one, and isn't as uncomfortable. They even added a small, red blanket inside to keep me cozy!
"Hey, mutt," the girl grumbles, sitting down outside my cage and startling me slightly.
I narrow my eyes at her, snarling quietly. "That is not my name, malen'kaya. My name is воитель."
The girl tilts her head confusedly. "Voi...voitel? What parent gives their kid a stupid name like - EEK!!!"
She squeaks as I lunge towards her, clawing viciously. "Don't call my name stupid, you glupyl!" I snarl, eyes bloodthirsty. "If my name is so bad, then what's YOUR name?"
"...Albinny. Albinny Trancy."
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Albinny took me out of my cage, today. She showed me all kinds of things, like flowers she'd picked in the garden and her favourite stuffed animal, which was a teddy bear. I think we are getting along just fine. Maybe I've found a new friend...
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(May add more, later. For now, have some translations!)
*Fleshy - What he calls humans.
**svin'ya - Russian word for 'pig.'
**glupyl - Russian word for 'idiot.'
**malen'kaya - Russian word for 'little one.'

[The Llama Overlord]

All of these are lovely.

I will be announcing the winner of this lovely boy on the 5th of June~

[rottenmutt]

Ca I enter?<3

[The Llama Overlord]

Ca I enter?<3

I am sorry but he has already been adopted :3

Thanks for your interest in him though~

[nivans.piers]

whoa someone won? who? :3

[The Llama Overlord]

prince tsuoubaki won this boy ^w^