The Syhran:Jungle of Light *Cyrin has chosen.*

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Yes! Finally! *hugs the pets i have in special group* So, would you be open for customs then? (custom coloring, not lineart)

[Horneddragon]

Cyrin is simply stunning spartan ! I may apply, but when do you plan on judging? i have prom this weekend so that will take off a huge amount of time xD

[SpartanAmethyst]

You can go ahead and purchase passage, and then you'll have a chance to order when I open customs

[Horneddragon]

would you ever consider putting some of the older Syhran on the new lines? o3o

[SpartanAmethyst]

Yes, of course ^^ Once I finish customs I'll open up slots for "Revamps", and I'll do them a little at a time. I need to revamp the female Syr lines first, but the cub lines are fine.

[SpartanAmethyst]

Judging for Cyrin will be Friday at midnight!

[Horneddragon]

Username:
Horneddragon
Syhran you're interested in:
Cyrin
Will you be giving them a nickname? If so, what is it?
Cyr ( Sire)
Personality:
lordly and ambitious, Cyrin is a male Syhran born to rule. or at least in his mind he was. He is a creature who always believes he is right in what he does. He takes credit when things go correctly,and/or as planned but when things go array he will craft colorful stories, not necessarily lies, to blame everyone else other than himself. Prone to anger issues and periods of violence, he is quick to snap, and does not stand for what he perceives to be insolence. Those who cross him have a tendency to 'just disappear', never to be seen or heard from again. Through it all he believes himself quite charming, not realizing that the respect he does command is out of pure fear of his wrath.
Intro:
From the shadows of the forest, three bloody red lights shown out. Two clumped together, seemed to regard the world with a air of tolerating malice. With a low growl a bloodstained white Syhran emerged from the darkness. His dark eyes reduced to slits as he looked out over the crowd.
"I am lord Cyrin,"
His voice was like that of a viper, silky smooth, yet tainted with a hint of poison.

"Greetings, you of lesser beginnings, I am lord Cyrin, come let us see what you have to offer me."

Woo:

The Small Faerre wove her way through the dark underbrush, she was not certain how she found herself in this place that smelled of cat musk, but nor was she quite happy to find out. As her heavy angered footsteps thudded on the dew wet ground she found her way into a clearing. Huffing she stepped out.

[*Blackberry*]

sername:
*Blackberry*

Syhran you're interested in:
Cyrin
I fell in love with this one

Will you be giving them a nickname? If so, what is it?
None, his name is short enough

Personailty:

Cyrin is a brave and loyal Syhran, he never give up anything. He is a bit lazy but will be hardworking if he wants, he doesn't care about his looks but what he is how he looks like in the inside. He is also helpful and will smile most of the time, whenever he smile everyone would smile. He loves telling jokes and playing tricks on his friends. He gets pretty bored very often. He is also a bit of a theft, everytime he sees a plate of fruits, he would snatch one and eat it. He is also very mischievous, and very playful, everyone call him the ' Joker ' He also love to have surprises, when he feels happy, he would do good things for everyone, when he is angry, he refuses to help at all. He can also be a bit shy to certain people, especially humans, he would shy back for a while, but once he knows them, he would play tricks, have fun as if they was friends forever. He hates bullies and younger creatures then him, he doesn't like them because they are like pesky flies that is what he call them. He feels proud whenever someone praise him but he is never proud for long. He tends to boast about somethings, but he doesn't boast like forever. No one, I mean no one, wants to mess with him. Those that are his friends feel proud to have him as a friend. Cyrin does not have best friends, he doesn't have time to spend on making best friends, he spends his time, eating, napping, playing, joking about and playing tricks.

Woo:
I tumbled through the bushes, the paw steps got louder, I started running deeper into the forest, my shirt and skite torn skin aching. I spotted an abandoned wood cottage and dashed inside keeping slient, I saw the bear stoped, it had sharp and long teeths, it looked like and adult bear. It glanced at my direction and I gasped in slience, it then walked off growling, after I made sure it was unable to hear and smell me, I finally allowed to let myself take a breath. I glanced around nervously and sighed, I walked towards somewhere that was a big tree an lake nearby. I sat down sighing, but after a while I felt as if I had no eaten for days, I plucked some peaches from a tree, I took some leaves and weave an basket, placed the peaches inside and started to eat. I went to sleep my belly full of juciy peaches that I had eaten. When I woke up, I took a peach tore off a small piece hung it on the string which was attached to a stick I was holding. After a while, I caught a fish, I placed it on a pile of moss and went to sleep on the ground. When I woke up, I saw a magnificent and handsome Syhran, I thought, '' Kiyan will want another friend like his own kind though he might be jealous... '' I took up my fish and offered it to the Syhran, '' Hello, what's your name? I have another Syhran and I am sure Kiyan and I would love to be your friend. I look forward to hearing you decision soon. Goodbye Syhran. " I stood up and walked slowly towards a tall tall tree.

[SpartanAmethyst]

Cyrin will be judged tonight, and I'll work on customs over the weekend.

[SpartanAmethyst]

Alright. Blackberry, HD, I'll give you both some extra time to beef up your forms because it looks as though you two are the only ones going for Cyrin. So, compete away!