Username:Link=Epic
Kennel Number:243
Use:I plan to use him as a lovely character. He'll get a place in my character thread where he can frolic and play. :D I'll get and make art of Zenith. Perhaps, when he's older, I'll find him a mate. I will love him and cuddle him. <3 He’s such a cool character, though somehow when I thought of a personality for him I came up with sweet little boy. Ah, well. I really hope I get him as I think he would be a great addition to my characters. Additionally, I want to try something new with Zenith. I’m going have him get older. This will be my first aging character, so he’ll give me an interesting experience and it will be fun to see him grow and change as time goes on.
- About the character -Name:Zenith
Nickname(s):Zenny, Zenny-bear, Zen Zen
Gender:Male
Species and/or specific breed:Wolf/fox hybrid
His mother was a wolf, and his father’s great-grandfather was fox, so Zenith’s father has some slight fox in him. It’s not much, but it’s enough to make him distinguishable from a pure wolf. His most defining feature that marks him as not all wolf is his size, he’s much more fox sized than wolf sized.
Appearance details:Zenith is small and compact, he has a stocky build in a small sort of way, and slightly muscular. His large paws and ears make look slightly awkward with his small frame but overall he’s well proportioned. Though he hopes he’s going to get much bigger someday, it’s unlikely he’ll ever be larger than a big fox.
Age:11 (if he was human)
Birthday:November 22, 2000
Birthstone:Topaz
Mate:Too young at this point.
I have someone in mind for him when he gets older.
Family:Both his biological parents are deceased. He is the adopted son of
Pluta. He has no siblings.
BFF:VelocityPersonality:[Optimistic - Cheerful]
Zenith is always looking for the brighter side to every situation, no matter how far he has to go to find it. He always keeps a cheerful look on life and wears a smile on his face as much as he can. Grumpy and sad are two things he rarely is. And you don’t often see anyone like that around him either; he always tries his best to put smiles on everyone’s faces.
[Naïve - Innocent]
Zenith is still very young and he has a very ideal and simplistic view on life. He doesn’t understand why people are mean or hurt each other. His naïve view of life and people often makes him try hard to believe whatever people say, no matter how obviously a lie it is. He looks for the best in people, and believes that everyone deserves a second chance.
[Silly - Goofy]
Often running in circles, telling silly jokes, and just being a silly little goofball, Zenith has a hard time being serious and loves to have fun and play with friends. He’s often hard to take seriously since he’s such a goofball. Plus, he knows he’s a silly and flaunts his silliness for all to see.
[Loving - Kind - Gentle - Sweet]
Zenith is
[Childish - Oblivious]
He hardly ever gets the full of what people are saying, so lots of things just kind of bounce off him.
[Hyper - Off the walls]
Never give Zenith candy. Ever. Unless you want a hyper twelve year old bouncing around your house, which is usually something no one wants. And once he gets rolling it’s really hard getting him to stop talking. He loves to talk and tell people about the things he likes. Whether people can or not doesn’t even enter his mind. He’ll just talk and talk and talk and talk. So remember, don’t give candy to Zenith.
Likes:beef jerky
bacon
roast beef
meat in general
vegetables
balls (especially rubber ones)
metal working
others he can relate to
computers
wires
electronic gadgets
heat
campfires
fish
Dislikes:Mean people
lies
hurt
potatoes
fruit
clay
false sympathy
pain
cruelty
heartache
tears
snobs
others who still have their parents
hummus
clams
oysters
History/Background:Zenith and Pluta had gone through so much together. And now it was all coming to an end. “It can’t end this way.” Pluta whispered, “He can’t die. He can’t.” Her torrent of tears which had subsided for a short time started pouring out again. She couldn’t remember a time without him, and now he might be gone forever. As she leaned against the wall outside the operation room she remember how they had come to be together, such a strange pair they had been at first. They had both been so full of loss at the time, and so fragile, but they had made each other strong…
Pluta was a shell, nothing more. What was there left in this world for her? A flood had swept away her mate and young son while she had been off flying. She had come back just as the flood came. She had watched them, frozen except for the beating of her wings. They hadn’t stood a chance against the roaring water. They went under and she screamed, finally snapping out of her stupor, but it was too late. They never resurfaced. And now she was curled up on the bank of the now placid river, too horrified and shocked to cry. But then she heard a soft and pitiful high-pitched moan coming from somewhere off to her right in the nearby woods. She lifted her head and sniffed the air, but the thing that had made the noise was too far into the forest for her to smell it clearly. Pluta got up, hoping that it might be Thorn, her little son. She padded towards the noise and scent. But as she got closer, her heart dropped. The moan was too high, and the scent wasn’t quite right. It smelled like a wolf, but there was something else in the scent, something different. As she got closer, she saw that the little pup looked nothing like her Thorn. This pup was small and rather stocky, whereas Thorn had been more of a medium size and slim. Though this pup definitely looked nothing like Thorn, Pluta felt the need to protect and care for this small pup. She padded slowly up to it and licked its ear. The pup looked up at her and asked in small, squeaky, voice, “Where’s Mama?”
Taken aback at the small pup’s ability to talk (it looked to be no more than a few weeks old) she took a moment to reply. “I’m sorry dear one,” She said in as much of a sweet tone she could manage after what had just happened to her, “I don’t know. But I can try and help you find your mama. How about you start by telling me your name?”
“My name is Zenith,” The pup replied in a proud voice, “And I’m four months old.”
That surprised Pluta. The young pup sitting before her seemed much too little to be that old. She didn’t let her surprise show. “Well then Zenith, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Pluta. Where did you last see your Mama?”
“She was looking for Daddy. We had been running away from a fire and they got separated. Mama put me here and said she was going to go find Daddy. The moon has set three times since then. I’m hungry.” Zenith looked up at Pluta, tearing welling in his big puppy eyes.
Pluta wasn’t sure what to say, she had seen that fire, and there was no way his parents could have survived. Fresh tears welled as she gazed down on the poor pup. He didn’t realize it, but he would never see his parents again. “Well Zenith,” she sighed, pulling herself together, “how about you stay with me until your parents come and find you?”
“Okay!” Zenith replied cheerfully, truly believing his parents were still alive and out there somewhere looking for him. Pluta grasped the scruff of his neck in her mouth and then lifted off into the air. She flew slowly, taking care to make sure the wind wasn’t too cold for Zenith. When she got to the house cavern thingy where she had once lived with her mate and son she mentally sighed as sighing with the scrap of fur known as Zenith in her mouth would have been difficult. Pluta set the young pup down on the soft pile of bedding that had belonged to Thorn and then curled up on her own pile. Zenith stood shakily up and padded over to Pluta, curling up next to her. Pluta smiled as she glanced down at the small snuggled next to her. He may not have been hers but she vowed to herself that she would take care of him forever.
A few month later, as Zenith got older, though he never told Pluta, he realized that his parents were never coming back, just like Pluta’s family. Though Pluta had never mentioned her mate and pup to her new adopted son Zenith could tell. She still got a sad look in her eyes whenever she looked at the two other piles of bedding that still smelled slightly of her family. Neither of them discussed their loss with the other, they just knew, and it would have brought too many tears if they had mentioned their pain.
Pluta and Zenith had been living together happily ever since, not without little bumps, but all families have those. They were so happy. And then the accident that sent Zenith to the hospital happened.
Zenith had been just playing peaceful, chasing butterflies through the forest. Then suddenly, he felt an extremely sharp pain in his back left leg. He screamed in pain and looked down to see his leg trapped in a bear trap. “PLUTA!!!” He screamed in a sobbing voice. Pluta, resting inside, heard his scream and raced to him, her legs and wings working together, propelling her toward him. When she reached him she sobbed and at first panicked, not sure what to do. She got a hold on herself and calmed down just enough to address the situation. She bent her down inspected the trap and Zenith, who looked like he was about to faint. Pluta nudged the trap with her paw, and miraculously, it popped open. By this time Zenith had lost a lot of blood and the minute his leg was released he fell to the forest floor. Pluta picked the bigger but still small pup and flew into the air, looking all around. She saw a place that looked like it might be able to help. She flew down to emergency vet clinic she had seen from, above. As she landed and shifted to her human form she looked worriedly down at Zenith. It had taken her much longer then would have liked to get to the clinic, even at the exhausting speeds she had flown to the clinic at. She raced into the clinic, Zenith clutched in her arms. She ran up to the receptionist, a perky red-haired lady whose smile drifted off her face when she caught sight of Zenith. The receptionist got up and ran back to where the doctor’s office down the hall was.
“Doctor Snarple!” She yelled, “We have an emergency!”
Doctor Snarple came out of his office and made his way down the hall. He stopped when his eyes registered the limp and bloody form clutched in Pluta’s arms. He raced over and gently lifted Zenith from Pluta’s arms. It only took Doctor Snarple a few seconds of examining before he yelled to the receptionist, who also functioned as the clinic’s nurse, “Lacey, get the operating room ready!”
“What are you going to do?” Pluta asked the doctor as he walked slowly back to the operating room, being careful not to upset Zenith’s body anymore than it already was.
“I’m sorry ma’am,” Doctor Snarple said over his shoulder, “But we’re going to have to remove his leg. Infection is already spreading and unless we remove his leg it will spread beyond a point in which we can save him.”
“Oh.” Pluta whispered, and leaned against the wall.
Pluta had collapsed from exhaustion and worry, tearing running down her face. Zenith and Pluta had gone through so much together. And now it was all coming to an end. “It can’t end this way.” Pluta whispered, “He can’t die. He can’t.” Her torrent of tears which had subsided for a short time started pouring out again. She couldn’t remember a time without him, and now he might be gone forever.
The exhaustion overwhelmed her and she slumped down, fainting. She woke up when Lacey, the receptionist and nurse, shook her gently. “He’s going to be okay.” She whispered. “Unfortunately, his leg is completely gone. I’m so sorry.”
Pluta gazed up into the green eyes of the receptionist. “It there anything I can do about his leg?”
“A prosthetic limb would be an option. He would never be exactly the same but at least he would be able to move around.”
“Can I see him?” Pluta whispered.
The lady nodded. “Of course.” She led Pluta into the room.
Zenith was sleeping peacefully, bandages covering the place where his leg had been removed. “Do it.” Pluta whispered fiercely, and walked out of the room.
The doctor ordered the parts and they arrived within a few hours. A few hours after that Zenith was awake, his back left leg now replaced by a metal leg. At first when he woke he was shocked by the unfamiliar surroundings and the metal leg. Pluta was there to comfort him, though at first he was confused by her new appearance. He had never seen her as a human before. But her smell was there and as he nuzzled her hand, they both knew everything was going to be okay.
Arts:
Late idea for a Halloween costume
Round one adoption form 
by H o w l i n g » Mon Oct 15, 2012 11:00 am 
