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kamelgirl
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Ludvik - 'famous warrior'
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male (he/him)
tell me about him;;
<<<O>>>
When Ludvik first stumbled out of the wrecked ship, exhausted and disoriented, he'd been
shocked at the drastic differences between the lush greenery of this new planet and the
violet shades of Quartan3. Unfortunately, he'd had little time to marvel at the contrast
before he was sedated and whisked away by the natives. Contained within the blank walls
of the 'den' he was held in, Ludvik learned, from his continuous efforts at sifting through
the confusing minds of the furless creatures that they were 'humans', lived on the planet
'Earth', and called themselves 'scientists'.
In the beginning, Ludvik had made a few desperate attempts to contact some of his fellow
Zvers, he never saw them unless the scientists allowed it. Though perhaps it was for the best;
the Noch had slaughtered his tribe mercilessly and Ludvik wasn't sure he'd like to make new
connections, only for them to be stolen from him again.
As several months passed, the lines between the days began blurring and finally became
indistinguishable from each from the rest. Ludvik was tired. He was tired of the blank walls,
the furless scientists prodding him with sticks, the endless 'tests' he was forced to go through,
and the sheer soul-crushing loneliness. Death at the paws of the Noch would have been
preferable to this. As Ludvik contemplated his situation between testing hours, his trapped
mind filled with hatred for the humans.
When his chance finally came, Ludvik seized it with all his strength. The scientists had decided
to move some of the captive Zvers to a different, more secure location, and Ludvik had been
one of the chosen subjects. They'd sedated him, forced him into a crate, and loaded it onto an
enormous transport van, with little care for how he was jostled in the already cramped space.
Then, Ludvik's previously non-existent luck suddenly made an appearance; one of the humans
had slammed the door of the crate against the truck as it was being lifted in, causing the latch
to move slightly out of place.
Growing up on a planet where literally everything was purple, Ludvik had learned to be very
observant and noticed the shifted position of the latch as soon as he'd woken up. Throwing his
entire body weight against the door might not be very elegant or subtle, but Ludvik didn't have
many alternatives and it worked well enough. The insecure latch popped out of place, and
before either of the startled humans could react, Ludvik had regained his balance and launched
himself out of the crate.
The natives hadn't stood a chance. Foolishly believing that the captive Zvers were harmless, they'd
left their weapons at the building, which gave Ludvik all the opening he'd needed. Stepping off the
unmoving body of the second one, Ludvik fled to the woods. As he mentally sifted through his very
few options, he resolved to vacate the area as soon as possible. Ludvik would have loved to rescue
some of the other Zvers before he left, but the scientists would come for him, and Ludvik would die
before he was forced back into the cold blankness of the human facility.
<<<O>>>
Three years later, Ludvik was still on the run. The scientists hadn't given up, and he'd been pursued
from place to place, until he'd stopped looking at shelters as potential homes and instead as temporary
refuges. Being constantly evicted from wherever he'd chosen to hide that particular month left little
time to 'talk', but what Ludvik had been able to glean from the humans' minds had suggested that more
Zvers had escaped after he had.
After piecing the bits of information together, Ludvik had, for an instant, wondered if he might find a
new pride on this strange planet, before immediately dismissing the fantasy for what it was. There was
no assurance that these whispers were true, but if even if they were, Ludvik hadn't met any other Zvers
so far and that was unlikely to change.
Heaving himself to his feet, the dark Zver settled into his accustomed swift but steady pace. Ludvik
had eight more miles to cover before the sun rose again, and there was no time to waste on such
daydreams when he had humans to worry about.
<<<O>>>
Nonplussed, Ludvik stared across the street as the small red-brown Zver bolted out of a building with a
chunk of bread clenched firmly in his mouth and vanished into an alley, leaving a trail of wreckage and
furious humans behind him. Four years after he'd heard the rumors of escaped Zvers, this was the first
proof of their existence he'd seen so far. Maybe he knows where the others are?
Ludvik glanced around the rapidly-emptying street and made a mental note of the location for future
reference before stepping out of the shadows he'd taken cover in. Silently, he darted across the street,
halting only briefly before continuing into the younger Zver's alley. In the corner, the other Zver glanced
up, eyes widening in terror as he scrambled back.
Ludvik froze, jaw still hanging open to ask about the other Zvers, as the younger one forced out, "Please
don't hurt me, y-you can have the bread, it's only slightly chewed on, I'll even leave town just please
please don't kill me!" The mini-monologue was punctuated by the Zver dropping into something vaguely
reminiscent of a classic submissive posture, complete with paws tucked beneath him.
Ludvik gaped at the trembling mound of fur before him, taking in the clearly showing ribs and the
undersized, too-thin body of the little kleptomaniac before him. At last, his jaw snapped closed. "Kid," he
drawled. "You have a name?"
"Fritjov," the young Zver mumbled, eyeing Ludvik suspiciously. "You're... not going to hurt me?"
The genuine confusion in his voice sent a pang through Ludvik's long-dead heart. "Fritjov? Get up." The other
Zvers will have to wait. "You're coming with me." Maybe I can make my own pride anyway.
<<<O>>>
and then they both lived happily ever after, Luddy adopted the kid and Fritjov finally got his very own father figure, and they always had tea and crumpets every day at noon
Fritjov bb 
