~Applicant Information~
Username:
His_teddy_bear
Why do you want this zver?:
I've been trying to figure out what animal he's based on, but I can't! Anyway, I want him because of the contrast in his pelt. He is absolutely gorgeous. His personality base makes me smile for some reason, maybe because it describes a horse I used to work with.
What will you do with it if you win?:
I will definitely join the shiny new Zver roleplay. I might write a story about him, and might draw some pictures, but those aren't definite.
~General Zver Information~
Name of Zver:
Duncan This is subject to change!
Age:
One year tomorrow
Birthdate:
April 12, 2010
~Physical Characterstics~
Height:
3 feet at the shoulder
Length
6 feet from head to tail
~Emotional Characteristics~
Personality:
Duncan is friendly, but extrememly shy and easily frightened. Many times, he is called jumpy. which fits him almost perfectly. Duncan doesn't like loud noises or sudden movements, so the city is not a very good place for him. This zver is easily stressed, and has been known to be a bit snappy, especially if he is cornered or feels threatened. Duncan is claustrophobic, so being caged or confined in any way sends him into a panic, which in turn makes him aggressive. When he isn't stressed or scared, Duncan is almost like a housecat. He loves to have his fur stroked, and will instantly relax if his ears are rubbed. He is friendly with everyone, but doesn't quite trust humans, instead he just allows them to give him attention before moving on. He is intelligent, so he knows to remain in motion and stay away from places with a large number of human inhabitants. He doesn't like domestic dogs, he feels their energy and blind devotion are wasted on humans. BE aware that this is only a basic profile of his personality. Duncan's personality changes depending on environment and circumstances.
Introduction:
Blackcoated Lies wrote:The days and nights blend together...
I pace back and forth in my cage, there is nothing else to do.Back and forth.
Back and forth.
All day every day. My only reprieve is when the scientists come and get me, and that is not much of a reprieve.A strange contraption put over my mouth that makes it impossible to defend myself.
Needle pricks.
My body pulled in strange ways.
When will all of this stop? I stop pacing and look out of the door of my cage, down the brightly lit hallway. Cages line the walls on both sides, and the whitecoats walk up and down.What time is it?
Night or day?
How long have we been here?
Does it really even matter? I continue my pacing, listening to the steady beat of my paws on the hard concrete floor. Thud. Thud. Thud. Have my paws always been so heavy? I don't know. I can't remember much of my days before this place. A loud noise makes me jump, a loud slam of a door. The sounds of feet on the floor. Yelling. What's going on? A loud, insistant buzzing noise starts, making my kind yowl and bark in pain. It hurts our ears. It drives us mad. I start to dig at the floor until my paws bleed. I have to get out. I will get out.I'm not going to get out of here.
No! I have to escape, or I'll lose my mind! The yelling gets louder. The buzzing continues. I can't dig anymore, the pain is too great. Have to get out. My door is opened, food hurriedly pushed in. The feeder moves on, but I am focused on the door. I didn't hear the click that signifies the lock engaging.Did it click? Is it locked?
I know to wait until the feeder is gone to check. I don't want to get caught. Don't want to go underground. I lower my head and take a bite. Dry dog food. Grainy. Disgusting.Energizing. Hunger quenching.
I eat all of it, ignoring the bland taste. The feeder leaves us, the hall goes dark. The buzzing stops. All is quiet. I kick my bowl, it skitters across the hard floor, the noise echoing. I wait. Nothing happens. Now's my chance. I walk to the door and peer out. Lights are dim. Whitecoats are gone. Now's my chance. I push the door, it glides open silently on greased hinges.Open hallway. Freedom.
I step out, my heart pounding in my ears. Thudump-thudump-thudump. I'm in the hallway now, away from my cage. Every sounds makes me flinch, every noise scares me. MY paws are quiet now. Barely any noise from me as I stalk down the hall. Others of my kind see me. Watch me.Should I free them too?
No time. Keep moving. I make it to the end of the hall, where a set of double doors loom before me. Gently poke them with a paw. One swings a little. Push harder. Door swings open and I run through it before it can close.Another room. Need to get outside.
I spin towards another door and make my way towards it. Suddenly it flies open and a wall of whitecoats step out. They see me and lunge for me. I leap out of the way of most of them and run through them, but one manages to get a rope around my neck. It tightens. I'm caught. I see a flash of something metal that makes my heart race and one of the whitecoats kneels at my side.Needle prick. Darkness. Nothing.
I wake up, open my eyes. Walls are stone. Floor is stone. There is no natural light here. Where am I? I look around me. Cages. Empty cages. A desk sits in front of me, against the wall. A whitecoat is leaning over it. A guard? For me. Need to get out. How? A door slams and the whitecoar jumps up. Nervous. Who is it? They exchange noises that I don't understand. Only a few words register, only because I've heard them so many times.Metta. Zver. Escape.
Escape. That's what I have to do. I begin circling my cage, my paws heavy again. Thud. Thud. Thud. This cage is smaller. My tail brushes the bars. Gotta get out. Gotta escape.Escape.
Escape...
Escape.
I'll have to be more careful this time. Not get caught. Fight if I do. I keep pacing. Cage seems smaller. Fear rises in my throat. Space is too small to pace. Can't stop pacing.The walls are closing in.
Panic. A growl comes to my lips. My pacing picks up into tight, fast circles. Thu-thud. Thu-thud. Thu-thud. Faster. Faster. The whitecoat keeps making those odd noises. The one she's talking to is not a whitecoat. A blackcoat. Shiny blackcoat. I stop pacing, eyes on the shiny. Only parts are shiny. His waist. Chest. Feet. Whitecoat sounds nervous. Blackcoat's bark is deeper. Darker. Danger. I try to bark a warning. Whitecoat looks. I bark again. Blackcoat growls something and Whitecoat steps away from the bars. I bark again, more insistant this time.Danger. Danger. Danger.
Why isn't she moving? She seems nervous. I'm confused. I don't like this. Start pacing again. Cage is small. Too small. I whine. Can't help it. Cage is small. So small. Another whine. Blackcoat barks something, quieter. Whitecoat answers, cheerful now. Footsteps. She's leaving. Blackcoat watches until she's gone. Turns. Kneels in front of my cage.Stop pacing. Look at him. Challenger.
I stop. Still not looking. Body quivering. Lay my ears back. Bare my teeth. He wont leave. Turn towards him. Still not looking. I growl, trying to scare the Blackcoat away. He ignores the warning. Does he understand? I try again, showing more teeth this time. Still nothing. Blackcoat opens his mouth and growls at me. Two words reach me. I understand them, but not the meaning behind them.Help. Escape.
I brace my paws. Lift my gaze. Meet his. Something slams into me. Emotions churn. Can't look away. Fear. Panic. Confusion. Blackcoat yelps and scrambles back away from my cage. He feels it too. I feel what he feels. Help. Escape. What does that mean? I look at him. He looks back. Emotions run back and forth on an invisible thread. A current. A bond.Bond. The bond?
I've heard of this. A bond. The bond. Insistant. Permanent. I hate permanent things. Blackcoat looks just as confused as I am. Slamming door makes both of us jump. Footsteps. Female barks and growls. Blackcoat looks up at Whitecoat. "He doesn't need that much of a dose." I leap back, my eyes on him. I understand him. Whitecoat whines softly, changing pitch. Can't understand her. "I don't need him sleeping. Just calm. Give me the cage key. And that needle." Needle?!Forget needle. Key.
Forget needle. I can't. Whitecoat hands him the key. And the needle. Needle. Sharp. I growl and step back, my ears flat against my skull. No needle. No prick. Blackcoat moves towards me. Needle vanishes. I can't relax. Suddenly he lunges. I snap. Teeth meet flesh. Go through. Blackcoat grunts, swings his arm up and over.Prick. Warmth.
I release him and stumble back. Warmth spreads up my arm. Across my back. I try to pace, but find I can't. Legs wont work. Body wont work. Regret. Not mine. His. Legs fold up under me and I go down, forced to lay down. Getting tired. So tired.So tired. Must sleep. Must...sleep.
I watch as the Zver's head hits the pavement and his eyes drift closed. He's asleep. I turn and glare at the scientist, the one who prepared it. "I didn't say I wanted to knock him out." She looks sheepish, but doesn't say anything about it.Freedom. I must help him to his freedom.
Peace flows through me, but I know it isn't mine. I didn't want this. Don't need a bond. I turn to watch him sleep again. It pains me to see him in a cage. I could feel the panic. Is he claustrophobic? Does Metta realize this? I shake my head slightly. It's not her problem. I glance back at the woman in the white coat. Marion, according to her nametag. "What did you give him?" She looks at the tube on her desk. Does she not know? "A generic barabiturate. Sorry, had to check the spelling to make sure I pronouced it right." Generic? They didn't even use the real thing? I ask her about it, opening the cage to remove him. "No, he's allergic to the name brands." Suddenly she reaches under the desk and pulls out a large dog crate. "Metta believes your here to get the shepherd I had to put down last week. He will fit in here, you'll just have to watch his tail. Flash your badge to get out without having this checked." I nod, lifting the heavy animal. Without a word, Marion helps me gently put the zver into the crate. She closes the door, then walks down the hall, grabbing a small plastic card from an empty cage. She heads back towards us, handing me the card when she could. I look down at it and lift an eyebrow.
I smile, my eyes on the name. Duncan. I think I'll keep it. "Hand that to them and let them scan the barcode. There's another one on the side of the crate. If you let them scan it, they'll let you go." I nod, affixing the badge onto the crate, and we make our way out of the basement. No one looks twice at me until I reach the counter. A bored looking scientist looks up and holds his hand out. "Badge please." I hand him mine and the one for "Duncan", feeling my heart pick up speed. He scans it and glances at the crate, still looking bored. Lifting a scanning gun, he runs the barcode under it. Beep. Handing both badges back to me, he gestures me closer. "I need to scan the crate." I nod, lifting it and placing it on the desk, hoping Duncan doesn't wake up. The scientist scans it, then reads whatever pops up on his computer. "Duncan should rest for a few hours. Once he's awake, you can feed and water him as usual." He stamps both my hand and the crate, and waves me off. I head out the doors towards my truck, the heavy crate in my hand. Opening the passenger side door, I push the crate into the seat. After securing it and closing the door, I climb in and start the truck. As we pass the gate, a loud alarm bell fills the air, along with what would normally be a chilling announcement. "A Zver has escaped! Red alert! A Zver has escaped! We continue on, unscathed by what must be a frantic search going on in the facility.Noise. A low roar beneath me.
I slowly open my eyes, blinking a few times to clear them. I'm in a cage again, but this one is much different. No metal. No concrete. Try to move. Do anything. I can't. It's. Too. Small. Pressing my muzzle against the door, I whine lowly, letting Blackcoat know I'm not comfortable. How do I know it's him? I can just feel it. I see a flash of white flesh, and then the door springs open. I slide out, looking around at my new surroundings.No plain white wall. No bars.
I climb completely out of the tiny cage, bracing my paws on the plastic thing in front of me. I stretch, but my head hits an invisible barrier. What is this place?! "Hey now, Duncan, don't break the glass." Glass. It's called glass. I nose it again. Cold. Smooth. Glass. Wait, what did he call me?Duncan.
Duncan. Not my name. Is it? I look over at him. He's relaxed. Carefree. My mind no longer screams danger. Now it's chanting one word. Freedom. Am I free? Did he free me? I look out of the portal in the door. Flashes of green. We're moving. Fast. The thing around us continues to growl. Steady. Unchanging. What is it? A loud crash behind me makes me jump and a growl slips from between my teeth. I'm free. Not going back. I look to see what it was. The cage. It's gone. I sit where it was, watching the green wall rush past. Where am I? Green walls? I lift a paw to touch, but encounter more glass. Still smooth. Still in the way. Blackcoat chuckles behind me. Something beeps and the glass moves down, away from my paw. Movement. It's alive. I growl at it, ready to attack, but Blackcoat's hand on my pelt soothes me. "It's only a window, Duncan." That word again. Duncan. Not me. Doesn't fit. I try to recall my name, but can't. Duncan. Not right.It will have to work for now.
I move towards the open...window and sniff. Air screams up my nose and I jerk my head back. What an odd feeling! I lean forward again. Air hits my nose. Cool. Always there. I lean forward more, my whole head it out now. Wind hits my ears. Blows them back. Odd, but not painful. I open my mouth to pant and my tongue flies out of the side. Feels...good. I'm enjoying this. My tail starts to wag, an instictive thing. This emotion. I've never felt it before. Light. Open.Happy
So....much....formatting...Anyway, I figure this would be a good place to end it. I feel like it's waaaayyyy too long, but I've never written like this before. It just felt like it fit this Zver.
Criticism is welcome, especially on the story! Main thing I'd like to know: Should I finish it?
And you can only get one more 
