by uqtubee » Thu Apr 07, 2011 2:11 pm
Pet's ID Tag:
No. 10
Image of pet
Name You'd Choose for It:
Zorra [Love that name <3 It reminds me of Zelda's Zoras.]
Gender:
Female
Reason You Want It:
I have been wanting to try for her since last week, though I was trying for another character. Since the code drop, I thought I'd take on trying to get little Zorra. She is just so beautiful. I've also been wanting a zombie-type character, and as I have all my characters I vow to take good care of her. This would also be, most likely, my first character with a lavender-purple eye, which I adore lavender. I love the mummy white-like parts on her as well, so it'd be my first zombie-mummy cross cat, too, I guess? x3 I also just adore the design altogether, since it's so...unique.
For another reason, it also makes me think of the songs Ghosts and Thriller at the same time. But I suppose from the suggestive zombie-type look, as well as a ghost-like look it's just what naturally popped into my head. Scars are something that usually don't attract me, but in this design it just connected with a click. The connection I feel for this character is almost extra-ordinary and I'm in love. We just...click.
History/Background/Other:
Personality;
Zorra is wary and withdrawn. She hardly talks to strangers, avoiding them the best way possible. Her wariness makes her so shy she never speaks at all if a stranger speaks to her, though she is lonely deep down. It's almost like she has a disorder, but it's just the way her personality has shaped her. It may be because she was emotionally and physically scarred by what happened in her life, mostly in her kitten-hood days but also in the adult-hood days. She struggles with it, but she can't find the heart to ever fully trust a person if at all. She thinks they may hurt her one way or another, no matter what they say or do to prove they won't.
Though extremely wary, she still makes attempts to scare people in the dead of a 12 am witching hour or a 3 am haunting hour. She only ever does it if she swallows her fear and shyness enough to step out into the world of social communication. She mainly scares humans, which does not bother her much to do as she is a cat. From her scars and frightening looks, she usually manages to scare them away. She enjoys it, probably due to the fact she is a zombie cat. Rarely does she make vital attempts to scare other animals, fearing their contact.
Since she is now dead, Zorra is an excellent fighter with supernatural senses. She can hear someone coming up behind her, even if they are so quiet they don't make a move. This is because she feels their energy reeling off. Though she was a good fighter when she was alive, it wasn't good enough to save her from a brutal death. Her senses weren't even as good as they are now, but she was alive then. Either way, Zorra doesn't have to worry about much, since she is, after all, already dead. She can't be harmed, and if she is it just heals away. As for food, she can survive at max 6 months without food, usually feeding off a dead human carcass.
Likes;
-Being alone, mostly
-Scaring humans
-Midnight and 3 am
-Having fun
-Standing up for opinions and fighting for them
-Music, any song that appeals to her
Dislikes;
-The news
-Being with other animals
-Day-time
-Losing a battle
-Low self-esteem
-Fleeing
History;
It all has to start in a beginning...
...the hourglass called time begins the second one being is born...
...but it is their timer, not another's...
...they all have separate times to live and to die...
I was one of two in my mother's litter. She was sweet and gentle, and my father protected and cared for us. My sister, Zwalla, always challenged me to play-fights which I won with ease. I was the strongest of the litter, but not as strong as I am now. Yet, my mother said she saw some extra-ordinary fate for me. A dark end, but a great fate. Somehow from their rumor spreads I had some kind of power, some kind of great power than anybody could imagine. All of it frightened me, it really did.
After about a month or so of the rumor spreading, we were alone on a dark, cool night. The Moon and stars shined brightly. My mother, father, and sister were all home and I was, victoriously, winning a match of wrestling with Zwalla. Triumphant when Zwalla squeaked, "Retreat!" I beamed brightly. There was a crunch of leaves at the front of our den, which was an underground hole. I saw a shadow flicker in out of the corner of my eye. I knew my father had been sitting outside, so I thought he was coming back from guarding the den. I gave a flick of my tail and a nod in polite greeting, a sign of manners.
More shadows filed in, many of them. I wondered if father had brought friends, but I winced at their foul smell. Suddenly, some sixth sense I'd always had reeled in and I knew something--these cats weren't father or his friends. They were evil. Stuck in my senses, I heard a shriek and a hiss. I blinked away my senses and frozen, seeing my mother had jumped in front of Zwalla and I. She was defending us with a motherly passion, but she was struggling from an injury she had recently acquired from a hunting expedition with my father.
"Seth! Seth! Please, where are you?!" My mother yowled, calling for my father.
One of the shadows spoke, taking a swipe at mother's injured leg which she flinched. "He's dead," the shadow of the cat sneered.
My eyes widened. No. No... No! my thoughts screamed at me. I was in rage instantly yet sad. I felt sick at the same time, still frozen to the spot, this time by shock. I jumped out of it when my mother let out an agonized wail. The shadows, the cats, they were attacking quickly. Plus, there were many of them. Zwalla pressed into me, frightened as well. I swiped my tail around my little sister and pulled her behind me. "Stay back, Zwalla."
At that moment, my mother couldn't protect her beloved kits anymore and fell to the floor in defeat. Our cherished mother was dead. I blinked back tears and fluffed out my fur. I arched my back and hissed when the cats advanced. My sleek white fur stood out horribly in the dark, though Zwalla was almost hidden with her fluffy gray fur. The moon was shining in, exposing us both, though. "Run, Zwalla," I whispered.
When Zwalla nodded and dove toward a break in the line, two cats blocked her path and stalked toward her as well. I had to save Zwalla, for my mother. She was my sister. I let out a yowl and dove in front of Zwalla protectively, back arched. My claws clicked on the floor vaguely as they slid out of their sockets. I already knew what they wanted. They wanted my family killed, so I'd be forced to join their group out of despair. Even though it was crashing through me like waves, I knew what my mother and father would have wanted. For me to save Zwalla, and possibly, myself.
There had to be a way out. My eyes darted back and forth as the cats closed in. I spotted a break and grabbed Zwalla's scruff. Don't stop, just run. a wisdom deep down spoke. I took heed to the advice. Darting up to the break in the like, I leaped between two of the large toms and ran. Zwalla swung in my grasp, in shock to her parents' deaths, but pressed into my fur.
Years pass...
...the hourglass called time has always been draining on and on...
The years that passed were eternities for me. I fended for myself and Zwalla for some time and avoided the evil group of cats looking to now, rather than offer for me to join their group, kill me. They killed Zwalla, though I fought my hardest with all my will. I ran away as far as I could. When I lost them, I had taken shelter and sobbed my heart out so much there were dark lines down my cheeks. They had scratched my nose during the encounter, leaving a small scar that was visible. I tried to wear it proudly, but for months I ended up crying over it.
I was always on the road lately, simply stopping at any empty den when I was rid of the stupid group of cats. I had great despise for them by now. They had killed my family. My mother, my father, and my sister. But something told me it was almost the fateful ending for me and a new beginning. But for all my loneliness, the beginning would be just as bad, only without the chases, with a renewed sense of hope and peace awakened in me. A feeling of being complete, being new, being..fulfilled. My journey was almost fulfilled, almost complete.
And I was right. About three months later, resting by a tree and watching the night sky, I actually felt peace. It felt like I could actually fly into this new life I'd been thinking was coming the past month or so. I breathed in the cool air and it didn't surprise me when a twig cracked behind me. I turned and smelled only one. Just as I turned, I was slammed into the tree. A snarl and a flash of eyes bleeding through the dark of the night. Not bleeding, but gleaming. The leader. Why alone, though?
I fought bravely against it, and he scratched my eye and side, which would leave large scars in my afterlife. Somehow, he missed scratching over my oddly black eye. As valiantly as I fought, I was felled by him and killed. It was a long battle, but we fought until I had no more fight nor will or strength left to try. So I gave up and gave in.
And the hourglass runs dry...
...yet it comes back to life...
Somehow, what seemed like more than an eternity of light-years, I flicked my eyes open. The enemy was gone. I was..alive. But I died. I thought, gasping as I had a flashback. There had been a bright light I'd leaped for. Something had spoken to my heart, telling me I needed a chance for a renewed life back on Earth without my troubles. A life filled with hope and renewal, like I'd dreamed. I was granted it.
I glanced around at myself the best I could. My fur was a rotting green-like color, almost moldy, but I shrugged it away. I still had some white on me, but not as much. I could feel the scars against my skin but they felt old. I winced when I could see my ribs off to the side without scars. From that point, I walked on my own for the rest of my days. This time I wasn't so hopeless and broken, though. I hoped, and I was happy, though lonely. But...every now and then, sometimes I feel a pelt brush against mine with a soft, loving purr, then it will whisper something to me.
I am proud of you, sister. We will walk together again soon. They have promised me it.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Most certainly, yes.
Permission;
Reserved - Deviantart - The Queen has been Laid to Rest
Mood; Happy!
Favorite Quote(s): "WHY, GOD, WHY. WE HAD A DEAL; LET THE OTHERS GROW OLD NOT ME ;__;" - Joey; Friends "The One Where They All Turn 30"
Actions; HG RP
Food/etc; N/A
Listening to; Shuffled list on iTunes.
Health; Healthy!
Other; RIP Sugarcube -- May 5th, 2007 - April 14, 2012.
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