TessaKitty wrote:
Username: TessaKitty
Zver you want: Escaped Zver #CC2
Name: Zyxnrid
Reason you want it: When Zvers first came out, I was always interested in adopting one, but I never got the chance, as I was always so busy. When I saw they had been released again, I was extremely excited and came to check them out. As soon as I saw this particular Zver, I immediately fell in love. His beautiful colors and simple yet stunning design caught my fancy right away. I have a bunch of ideas for him as a character, so I hope I can pull them off.
What will you do with it if you win?: Zyxnrid will go into the category of some of my most beloved adopted pets, such as Tiyagar. I will order lots of art of him, and hopefully continue the story found in this form. Zyxnrid will become a beloved character, and I will treasure him as much as all my other characters, if not more.
Personality: Zyxnrid is a haughty, proud Zver who cares more about his appearance then anything else. He refuses to walk on dirty ground, and will not move across these areas unless he is carried. Zyxnrid forms one opinion of a person, and he will not change it easily. The first time he sees someone is the most important time, for despite how different they may be on the next meeting, he doesn't care. He still thinks of them as he did the first time they met. Zyxnrid believes that he is on top of everyone. He is extremely proud, and looks down on everyone. He doesn't like to be talked back to, and holds himself in high esteem.
Introduction/Story:
One....two......three.
The light beamed down into the middle of the stage where Zyxnrid stood proudly. This was his domain. He lived here, on the stage, performing, showing off. He was only at home here, in front of the clapping, cheering crowd. He preened and primped himself, greedily absorbing the attention and eyes of the crowd.
"There he is!"
Zyxnrid broke out of his fabulous trance to see a group of white-cloaked humans running towards him. He snarled and backed up. He was tired of these people chasing him. What were they called again, scientists or something? Zyxnrid couldn't remember.
These people had been chasing him for a while now. He had escaped from them before, and was now on the run. While in their "care," Zyxnrid was prodded and probed and he hated it. They did terrible things to him, and it hurt him just to think about it. And what's worse, while running away from these vile and terrible creatures. he was forced to run through dirt. Zyxnrid shuddered at the thought. The scientists were approaching quickly, and this simply could not do. Zyxnrid mustn't be caught again. He didn't think he could live with that. Sure, he adored attention, but certainly not that kind of attention. He swished his tail and jumped gracefully over the crowd. He landed at the back of the crowd. All eyes were on him. An obscene word came from the stage, where the group of scientists was standing. All of them looked tired and they had red faces.
"Catch him!" One of them scientists called.
Zyxnrid snorted. He despised these people. They seemed to think something was wrong with him, and that he needed to be fixed. He didn't think there was anything wrong with himself. So, why were they after him?
Zyxnrid ran through the forest, his paws pounding on the forest ground. He had to take a couple of detours, for getting covered in mud was simply not acceptable. No matter what, his pristine and gorgeous coat must not get matted. That would be dreadful.
After having ran for what seemed like a long enough time, Zyxnrid stopped and turned into the woods. He decided to head back to the stage. At least there he would receive a meal and a warm place to stay for the night. The people who ran the theater were some of the only ones who knew how talented and special Zyxnrid truly was, and this was why he wanted to get back as fast as he possibly could.
Zyxnrid sniffed. The forest was simply disgusting. There were bugs, and dirt, and everything gross. It was awful having to run from these people, if this was what he had to do to get there.
Still, he wasn’t sure if he’d rather have this than being tortured in the lab.
But the forest was large, and Zyxnrid began to realize that he might be lost. He snarled in annoyance and fumbled around in the semi-darkness of the woods.
After quite a while of wandering around, Zyxnrid found his way to the path he had used when entering the forest. He figured the scientists would already be further away, so he ran down the path, finally realizing where he was.
He eventually found his way back to the stage. The cabin where the people lived had a light in the door, and Zyxnrid shivered, knowing the state his fur was probably in. He simply had to fix it, and here was where he would return to his wonderful shine.
He pushed open the cabin’s door and strutted in.
“Got you!” A voice said.
Zyxnrid looked up to meet the dark, ominous eyes of one of the scientists. He began to screech and scream, making terrible noises that scared all of the neighbors into calling the police.
In a wild act of fury, Zyxnrid screamed, tearing the net and bolting out of the house. He ran through the woods, not caring anymore. He pushed through brambles and bushes, his heart beating, ba-dump, ba-dump.
He finally emerged into a clearing, panting. He found himself in front of a warm, cozy-looking cabin. It seemed to be radiating warmth and kindness, and Zyxnrid found himself walking towards the door.
He pushed it open and found a small, warm room waiting for him.
He looked up into the surprised, but kind eyes of a blonde-haired young woman wearing an apron. "Well, who are you? What a handsome thing you are,” she said, reaching down.
Zyxnrid backed up warily.
The woman laughed. “My name is Angela,” she said, sitting down at a stool. “I make natural remedies.”
She poured a small vial into a large cauldron, and it emitted a warm red glow.
Zyxnrid sat down, realizing no harm came from this woman, Angela, or whoever.
Angela stood up from her stool and grabbed something from a desk nearby. "Let me take out these tangles," she said, using the strange device from the table to brush out Zyxnrid’s fur.
Zyxnrid felt a warm glow inside. Perhaps life wasn’t all bad after all.
//MAJOR CHEESE FACTOR TROLOLOL
Amused, very very amused. Haha, congratulations Tessakitty ^^
