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#CC1582
Tiergan
Strong-willed
Well, I've been watching and waiting since the thread opened (I do apologize for not posting earlier), waiting for a Zver that I really liked and/or clicked with. This fellow is just amazing, from the design to the attitude. I think my favourite part might be that he's stubborn, 'cause I tend to be a fan of the more stubborn characters, possibly because I have a tendency to be a bit stubborn. Plus, his story has already started forming in my mind and I'm excited to start working on it.
What will you do with it if you win?:
Depending on my horrible muse, which tends to die from time to time, I will write stories that are either about him, have him as a main character, or with him as a secondary character. I probably won't do art of him, as I'm not much of an artist, though I might order art of him from time to time. If I do get him, I will create a page on my character site specifically for Zvers.
Tiergan is stubborn in every sense of the word. He doesn't admit to being wrong. He would rather die trying than give up. He always has to be right, even if it means going through a lot of work and trouble to prove it. If he gets an idea in his head, very rarely will he consider something else. When he believes something, that belief is set in stone and there's hardly ever any changing of that. Combined, these things could make you or break you. Tiergan was lucky, his stubborn mindset tends to help more often than not.
Tiergan's attitude helps him to go through with his orders and plans. Perhaps that's also why he doesn't have much of a soft side. He doesn't give in or change his mind, especially when begging is involved. However, his stubborn attitude also tends to get him in hot water. When faced with stronger opponents, he doesn't back down and has nearly gotten himself killed on various occasions because of this.
The sharp wail of an alarm jerked 1582 awake. Human footsteps ran down the hallway between the cells, heading for the upper floors of the labs. This alarm confused him, it was unlike the regular ones he heard. It was softer and less urgent, unlike the one used to signal an escaped Zver.
Minutes passed without the alarm stopping. All of the humans seemed to have left the cell area, probably to deal with whatever new problem had arisen. The alarm was still going, but he managed to pick out the sound of a door closing and a set of human feet moving down the row. He caught the smell of a female human a moment later.
Had the circumstances been different, he would have completely ignored her, but considering the odd alarm he actually chose to watch. The girl was young, not someone he saw on a regular basis. A 'tech' as the scientists referred to her. She looked nervous and on edge as she paused outside the cell where he had been locked up since first landing on Earth. Her fingers typed in the lock code to his door and it clicked open.
1582 waited, watching the girl suspiciously as she walked out of his sight and back down the hallway. His gaze slid to the now-open door, considering what it meant. Could it be a trap? They could quite easily have been looking for an excuse to end him. That seemed likely. And he certainly didn't feel like staying in this cell for a moment longer. He'd fight his way through the humans if he had to.
Within seconds he was out the door and racing down the hall away from where the humans had gone. He didn't see a single human until he was outside, and they were too slow and far away to stop him anyways. He launched himself upwards, towards the top of the fence surrounding the human's buildings, gripping the mesh fence with strong claws and pulling himself up and over.
It wasn't until he was deeper into forest and a safe distance from the lab that he realized he was being watched. He stopped moving and looked around, watching for any movement. Faint human scents drifted on the breeze, not enough for him to decide if it was fresh or old. He lashed his tail, needing an outlet for his anger and annoyance.
Movement caught his attention and he whipped around, a low growl in his throat. A human stepped calmly out of the nearby brush, two more behind him. 1582's muscles bunched as he prepared to attack his stalkers. The nearsest human raised his arm to point directly at him and shot. The tranq hit its mark and he collapsed, his vision blacking out almost immediately.
When 1582 woke, he was still surrounded by trees. It wasn't anything like the forest though. This place wasn't natural, the trees were in rows, there was a roof with lights above him, and in the distance he could see metal fence. It even smelled sterile and human smells lingered everywhere. He didn't find it much better than his first cell.
He had no intentions of staying there if he didn't have to, so he moved towards the fence and started walking around the edges of his new enclosure, searching for any weak spots. As he turned around a corner, several humans came into view. Including the one that had shot him.
He froze mid-step, gaze fixed on that human. What he wouldn't give to shred him for taking his newly gained freedom. To add to his anger, the human didn't even look scared. None of them did, in fact.
"Are you sure this one was a good choice?" a female human asked her neighbour, not taking her eyes off him.
"He'll calm down eventually, and soon enough he should bond with someone. Once that happens it'll be fine, and we can get to what we got him for," the second human replied.
"This one'll be a quick learner, I think," the shooter added, turning to look at his two companions. "If you don't think you can trust him, I'd recommend you stay away from his cage, you wouldn't want him bonding with you."
"Well, I hope it bonds with you, Declan, 'cause you're about the only one dumb enough to stand up to it," the female muttered, her gaze shifting to the shooter before she turned around and walked out a door.
The second human left shortly after her, leaving the shooter, Declan, alone with 1582. For several minutes, the two stood watching each other. Neither one seemed ready to move. Declan appeared at ease and only mildly interested, while 1582 was tense and obviously angry. He hadn't understood most of what the humans had said, but he hadn't liked what he'd made out.
"I guess you'll need a name if you're going to be staying here," Declan said lightly, breaking the silence that had settled over them. "I think Tiergan would be fitting," he decided, before turning and following after his companions.
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I'm rather frustrated and disappointed in my form, I could have done a lot better, especially the personality :\. Muse has been dead for a while, hopefully this doesn't last too much longer 'cause I do have a lot of ideas.
Ah well, this should do for now.