[Synerie]

Username: lady lightwing.
Name: Pazuzu
Gender: Male
Personality:
At a first moment's glance, you may think to yourself, hey this guy seems pretty average, right? Well, Pazuzu is entirely different from the way he appears. Pazuzu is far from being your average everyday male. He's sadistic, and loves to watch others suffer under his paw. However, he does know when it's gone a bit too far. Though, he prefers not to be touched, so he somehow manages to coax others into hurting others for him. Pazuzu never cares about you or your opinions, and always puts his self and opinions over you. He doesn't want anyone to take them away, so Pazuzu tries to prove that nothing can tear them away. One of the many things that Pazuzu keeps secret, is that he basically has two left feet. He's very clumsy, and he tries to hide this as best as he can; but a trip or slip can happen here and there. It's one of those things Pazuzu feels that will make him seem less intimidating or superior, and that bothers him. He does not like feeling as if he is inferior to another, and will do what he can to make him seem equal, or better. Not only is he a total jerk to about everyone in the universe, he's got a heart colder than the Arctic itself. He will never show his affection, or any feelings to be honest, to anyone that isn't close with him. He's more of the "brawn over brains" kind of person, and always uses his brute strength to try and get what he wants. Seeing how Pazuzu prefers to be the alpha of everything, he attempts to intimidate the original leader with his strength, and sometimes it's successful; sometimes it's not. Whenever his brute strength never happens to help, Pazuzu resorts to one other thing. Manipulation. He's also extremely manipulative, always trying to get others to do things for him. He tries to coax others in with his honeyed words, but most of the time; he always ruins this himself. Pazuzu isn't the best with words, but is better with actions. Now, if Pazuzu doesn't get what he wants, this happens to make him extremely bitter. He's not the type to enjoy losing, but in all honesty, who is? Pazuzu wears a bit of a mask, that even grinds his own gears at time. When he's around others, he tries to come off as being utterly annoyingly vain, always trying to prove that he has an excessively high opinion of his very own appearance. However, Pazuzu actually has a pretty low self esteem. When he's not acting like this, he's mentally putting himself down, tearing down the walls he rebuilds everyday. He's actually very mentally unstable, quite secretly for some topics, and not so secret for others. Pazuzu experiences heavy bipolar mood swings. He's easily snapped between multiple moods and feelings in days or even hours. One thing that seems to be very common with him, is that Pazuzu has horrible anger issues along side this. He's easily set off by the smallest things, and will not calm down over it for hours on end. His anger issues cause him to lash out more at others, and it sorta bothers him truly. When Pazuzu considers you a friend, he kind of sees you as a trophy in a way. He usually does not make friends, but when he does, he values them over himself. It's very hard for him to make friends with his personality, so he will do whatever he can to keep you. And that means anything. Pazuzu is very, very possessive and selfish. He hates to share anything with anyone, and will never let anyone even look at it. This is how he's with those he considers friends. Pazuzu can either be your best ally, or your worst enemy. Just know one thing, Pazuzu knows how to make a murder seem like an accident, and he happens to use these threats towards pack alphas.
Two friends: [ 796 / 800 ] Many, many years back, Pazuzu had ran into the one he knows as Luka. He considers the other male to be a friend, and in a way, Luka was the one who introduced Pazuzu to his other friend, Wynsdrrawr. He remembers how he met Luka quite clearly, and he will probably never forget. You see, Pazuzu is a Wendigo, a cannibalistic monster or evil spirit. The night Pazuzu met Luka, was the night he had just been feeling the urges. The stomach churning, throat clawing starvation. His vision was blurred, his breathing rapid. He was unable to move, curled under the form of an old fallen oak, his breath being carried by the cold night's breeze. The moon's warm light was burning his pupils, and he frantically had tried to wipe at his eyes. Pazuzu remembers the sound of soft breathing near by, a twig snapping no more than twelve feet to his left. His body tensed, his throat closing. The hunger had been gnawing at his insides, and he dug his ragged claws into the mud. He remembered the sound of the other Viscet nearing, and Pazuzu could hear Luka's heartbeat. He could smell his blood. His vision had darkened, and all he remembered was the ground meeting his jaw, and the worried face of another hovering about. Pazuzu remembers the moment his eyes opened. He no longer felt hungry; he had just felt numb. He lifted his head, and saw his savior near by. She was his angel; a gorgeous blue/green toned female Viscet who had a pattern similar to that of broken ice, who he'd later know as Wynsdrrawr. Pazuzu weakly went to stand, and everything had began to spin. He gulped, and slowly laid back down. He remembered the female had say something, yet, he hadn't made it out. The only thing Pazuzu heard after was the sound of paw steps, before a large male Viscet came in. It struck him quite suddenly that this male had been the one who found him. His throat felt dry, and Pazuzu lifted his weak head as much as he could, trying to take in the sight of both. Pazuzu couldn't tell you what happened after, as the world had turned black for him. When he came back around, neither were in sight. He remembered his feet touching the ground, but he never remembers telling them to. Pazuzu rose from the makeshift bed. It must have been at least a few days later, right? He staggered and limped out from the room, the fresh air striking his face. His nostrils felt stuffed, his ears ringing faintly. He tested his balance, before he headed towards the sound of talking. The male and female were settled apart, and she twisted around when she heard Pazuzu's heavy steps. She looked surprise, rising to stand, the male following her actions. She moved forward, but was halted by the sound of Pazuzu growling lowly. The male moved to stand beside her, his ears slowly curling back, but the female insisted on moving closer. Pazuzu remembers the feeling of her paws then brushing his shoulders, "How do you feel?" Her voice was soft, relieving to his ears. He tested his voice, "I.... feel.. sick." He spoke slowly, wincing at the hoarse sound of his throat. The female nodded sadly, "Yes, I understand. You were out for quite a while there the second time, almost three weeks to be exact. Here. Having something to eat." This strange female had spoke, nudging him to settle down, passing over a bowl filled with delicious smelling soup. His stomach was rolling with hunger, but for the first time since his incident almost a month ago, it was for actual food. He wolfed it down, the female settling before him, and soon the male did too. She lifted her paw, placing it against her chest, "I'm Wynsdrrawr.. but, you can call me Rawr. And this one here is Luka. He's the one who found you just before you passed out the first time." Wynsdrrawr spoke, dipping her head towards Luka. He nodded slowly, "I'm Pazuzu.." He kept his gaze balanced on his angel. After the meal, the time with the two seemed to fly by, as Pazuzu remembers. Slowly, he grew closer with them. And slowly, he grew closer with Rawr. Now, he's always found around the two, but is found around Rawr more than he is around Luka. One day, he even plans on being more with her, but for now, he's given her the pendant she adorns, what had seemed to be a simple gift. And his orbs, were a gift to repel the cannibalistic urges from Rawr. These two, are definitely the ones Pazuzu can consider close friends, and wouldn't want it another other way.

[grifforik]

Should have closed this yesterday ^^' Me and silver will judge and then post who moves on and what the next round will be!

[grifforik]

Alrighty Ladies and gents! Round two will begin today and end Next friday!

Here are the lovely contestants that moved on to round two:

Commandant
Wolffy Paws
Stoneleaf
lady lightwing.
MotherMother

IF you did no make it, we are super sorry, but your form did not meet the required content. The personality was unlimited (a few are really too short, but we didn't specify the length, however the two friends were not an option.)

Alrighty for this round:

Rules:
1. MUST include all the things listed in the form.
2. Prettying up is allowed this round.
3. ONLY ONE EXTRA (one piece of art or one story 400 words or less.)
4. Read the rules to make sure you're not going over or under the amount of words.
5. The History is Unlimited, however, there needs to be at least 300 words included to qualify.

Code: Select all

Username:
Name:
Gender:
History: (Unlimited, however needs to be OVER 300 words to qualify.)
Likes: (Limited to 10, needs to be in list format, you may have 100 words per each to explain why they like what they like)
Dislikes: (Limited to 10, needs to be in list format, you may have 100 words per each to explain why they dislike what they dislike)
Favorite type of food: (Up to 3, need to be in image or gif form)
Favorite Songs: (Up to 3)
And what would they do on a rainy day?: (must be over 100 words but under 300)
Extras: (one extra, this can be one piece of art or one more, up to 400 words, story)

[avriie]

𝓤𝓼𝒆𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓶𝒆:

Wolffy Paws

𝓝𝓪𝓶𝒆:

Naktis

𝓖𝒆𝓷𝓭𝒆𝓻:

Male

ℋ𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂:

The history of this fellow is huge, so you might only get a few main points, but hey, even I don't know it all. Some of it's just utterly shrouded in mystery.

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Naktis has always been a quiet viscet, but not always a scared one. He used to talk more freely, be more confident around strangers or to raise his hand in class, but that changed one day. Before you can know why, you might be curious as to how he behaved before, so I'll tell you the day it all changed...

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"Rise and shine, darling. It's time for breakfast." called Naktis's mother with her soft, calm voice. An 8-year-old Naktis jumps out of bed enthusiastically and jumps down the stairs. "What's it today, ma?" he asks with wide eyes. His mother smiles brightly and replies "Depends, what do you want? You can choose between egg and bacon, cornflakes or hash browns and egg." Naktis shakes with happiness at the sound of the words "hash browns". It's his favorite breakfast food. "Hash browns and egg please? Thanks, ma! You're the best!" he exclaimed as he rushed over to the table, waiting happily and willingly. Naktis's mother was so glad her son was eager to do almost anything. The young viscet sat there, drumming his "fingers" on the edge of the oak wood table. He looked up at his mother cooking his breakfast and asked "Where's pa?". The reply was "In bed, darling. He had a busy day yesterday. Now, your food's ready, you'll have to cool it down, but I doubt it will burn you." The food is soon eaten and Naktis runs upstairs.

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The weekday routine is well memorized by the youngest member of the family. He grabs his toothbrush, applies toothpaste, and cleans his teeth while looking in the mirror and thinking "Some day, I'm going to be big like pa."

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Young Naktis was walked by his mother to his school. At school, he enjoyed counting up in 20s in maths and learning the difference between vowels and consonants in English. He couldn't wait to show his parents his work! However, after lunch time, he didn't care about showing his parents his work, he just wanted to hug them and cry. Why? He was sitting on a bench and looking around for someone who he'd ask to play with. Finally, he saw a group of older viscets, around 11, pretending to be airplanes, or that's what it looked like. As he walked towards them one of fell onto the concrete. Naktis stood still, stunned and concerned, but as the older viscet stood up the younger one realized he was fine. Naktis moved closer and finally asked "May I play?" One of the older viscets crouched down and looked at him in the eyes before answering "Well of course, sweetie!" Naktis broke eye contact, he didn't feel comfortable. Staring at the older viscet's neck instead, he said "What should I do? Is there anything I need to be?" His reply was "Anything, just as long as it flies." The young viscet ran around eagerly pretending to be a seagull, jumping around and having a whale of a time, until he was knocked over. He landed on the concrete and rolled a little bit. Even though there wasn't any big problem, it hurt, a lot. He started to cry. Why had he been knocked over? Why didn't they apologize? It was all too much. He could hear the voice of the viscet that let him play.

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"That wasn't very nice, was it? Look, he's only a little 'un! Why not say sorry?"
"Ha! You bet!"
"Come on, I can see that was purposefully! I'm not dumb!"
"So what if it was? Why would I care about him? Not my problem."
"Yes he is! You hit him! Your fault and problem fair and square!"
"Go play with the other girls then. YOU are not our problem anymore."
"Hehehe, good one. You got 'er."

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The bell went and Naktis ran in, sobbing. He did not know who to trust anymore. In the lesson (science) he focused as hard as he could, but it was hard. He doodled the pencil pot on a spare piece of paper he happened to have, and was actually pretty proud of it.

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Yep, that's how he started to become paranoid. Of course, it wasn't only that, but partially. I know it'd probably be several events or just being paranoid. It is also how he started to like art. This next piece explains part of what it was like for Naktis to attend secondary/high school.

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He twiddled his pencil around in his fingers, bored. He hated cooking lessons. Naktis looked down at himself wearing an apron and wondered if he looked as ridiculous as he thought. It felt like a long time, getting flour, carrying flour, putting flour on his table, getting eggs, carrying eggs, putting eggs on his table, and etc. Mixing everything together wasn't much more fun either. He envied the highly gluten-intolerant viscet that had to sit out since there was no gluten-free flour. But, then again, he would still have to read to the cookbook over and over again. Once he had finished his mixture, Naktis spooned it into the cupcake-cups. He showed the teacher and was ordered to put them in the oven, and did so. "Such relief, I finally get to take this apron off!" he thought as he pulled it up. It got caught on his antlers. "Bother! Again!" he said under his breath. He jiggled it around until it slipped neatly over his head. Since there was nothing better to do, Naktis watched the cupcakes rise, surprisingly quickly. They were soon done and were carefully pulled out of the oven. They were left to cool for 10 minutes, by which time class was nearly over. Then was the only good part of the lesson. Eating the cakes. When they had all been eaten and the crumbs and cups had been thrown away, it was time for lunch. Why eat before lunch? Who knows, ask the school.

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Naktis ordered his lunch and gobbled it up quickly. He rushed outside and took a small notebook out of his backpack which he carried everywhere. The pages were flipped over until a page with an unfinished sketch of a tree was visible. Naktis took out his pencil and got a little bit closer to finishing it before it was time for the next lesson. Art. A wide grin spread across the face of Naktis as he ran all the way to class.

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[1,099 words]

ℒ𝓲𝓴𝒆𝓼:

1. Scenery

Naktis loves to look at his surroundings and admire them, especially plants. He just finds some sort of interest in drawing scenery, inanimate objects, plants and sometimes fungi (such as moss). He'll often visit parks or woods just to see what they look like and draw them.

2. Art

This viscet started to develop his love of art at the age of 8. His favorite forms of it being traditional art, painting and sculpting. The reason he started to like art (mentioned in Naktis's history) is that when he was really upset and couldn't focus well, he drew a pencil pot on a spare piece if paper and found joy in it.

3. Hash Browns

You have potato wedges, fries, mash and so many other ways to serve potatoes! Why not hash browns then? Hash browns are Naktis's favorite form of potato and favorite breakfast food. He was fed them from a young age and since then they have still remained loved by Naktis. Then again, who wouldn't love these crunchy shapes of potato? Hands up if you want to eat hash browns and eggs now!

4. Family

You've got to be really mean to not love your family, so it's obvious Naktis would love his! There are only 3 family members (Naktis and his parents) but Naktis loves it that way! His mother and father raised him and they are the reason he's here and healthy. Why not love anyone who offers such kindness?

5. Alone Time

Everyone needs alone time, but Naktis enjoys it a lot. It's perfect to just lie on his couch or bed and think about the day. He only lives with two goldfish, so, unless his friends are round his house or his parents are round (or the other way round), it's very easy to be alone!

6. Friends

Friends are only friends if you like them! His friends are nearly always there for him (they could be on holiday on the other side of earth or something) and he's there for them when possible.

7. Reindeer

Naktis has antlers. Reindeer have antlers. Spot the similarity yet? Naktis just likes having antlers like these beautiful creatures. He also still believes in Santa and his reindeer are real (and he likes having something in common with a magical creature(and they are real though :3)) and so, when he goes to his parents' house for Christmas, they put presents under the tree for him saying "from Santa"!

8. Sugary Foods

As seen on the "favorite types of food" section, Naktis is a fan of anything sugary and sweet. He just loves how nice it tastes, and doesn't care how bad it is to eat too much of it, he wants more!



𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝒆𝓼:

1. Coffee

Naktis despises the bitter taste of coffee. That's why he hates it. The bitterness.

2. Cranberries

Cranberries leave his mouth so dry, and Naktis sure is not a fan of a dry mouth!

3. Rock and Heavy Metal Music

These types of songs are just way to loud for Naktis, and, as stated below, he does not like loud noises at all.

4. Loud Sounds

Naktis is a very quiet viscet, who hasn't ever purposefully made a loud noise, because he hates them. Loud noises hurt his ears, or sometimes gives him headaches, and nobody wants a headache!

5. Pain

Nobody likes to be hurt, do they? Most don't like seeing other people in pain either. Naktis doesn't like being in pain or seeing pain because it's painful. Literally or emotionally.

6. Strangers

He doesn't know who they are and if he can trust them. It's understandable, especially after being harmed by an older viscet he'd never met before when he was younger. Naktis prefers to be around close friends and family.

7. Crowds

Crowds contain strangers, and strangers are scary, or at least to Naktis, anyway. He tries to avoid crowds so he doesn't have to go near anyone he doesn't know.



ℱ𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝒆 𝓣𝔂𝓹𝒆𝓼 𝓸𝒇 ℱ𝓸𝓸𝓭:








ℱ𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝒆 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓼:

1. Elvin Bishop - Fooled Around and Fell in Love

2. Lukas Graham - 7 Years Old

3. Calum Scott - Dancing on my Own

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝒆 𝓭𝓸 𝓸𝓷 𝓪 ℛ𝓪𝓲𝓷𝔂 𝓓𝓪𝔂?

Another rainy day is another perfect opportunity to practice drawing one. Naktis will sit in his room on his bed, sketchbook and pencil out, looking outside of his window at the damp, cold world. He spends a few minutes thinking about whether to draw the rain on the window or the scene outside the window. When he finally picks he lies back and starts sketching roughly, then neatly drawing over it. I've managed to find a couple of paragraphs in his diary explaining what he does, from his point of view:

"𝑅𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒹, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓌 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓅𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇-𝓅𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓌, 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎. 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃'𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉. 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝐼'𝓂 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝑜𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓈, 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒. 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝓈 𝒹𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝓉.

𝐼'𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼'𝓂 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼'𝓂 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝓈𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒶𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓅𝒽 𝒾𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒."

[210 words]

𝓔𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓪:

[MotherMother]

Username: MotherMother
Name: Masamba
Gender: male
History:
Masamba remembers his childhood fondly. It was a classic one, with a bubbly little viscet who was always ready for adventures. He loved to play pretend and chase his friends in a game of tag, but best of all he loved to solve riddles. His dad always gave him one at dinner time every evening for him to think about. It was a good way to get the energetic little viscet to calm down for a moment!
Even though the riddles by his standards today were too obvious and easy, for a young mind it was quite the challenge. And oh how proud he felt when his dad told him how smart he was! Nothing could have felt better.
As Masamba went through school life he led a typical life. He worked hard, had his struggles and fair share of broken hearts and friends turned bad. But the few who stayed true to him were much appreciated.
Masamba didn't realize how much he liked helping others with their problems until a good friend came to him for relationship advice. There's something intriguing about having a problem and posing a solution, and Masamba couldn't get enough.
Because he liked helping others, he thought of a career choice that would allow him to do so. His friends joked about him becoming a matchmaker or a gypsy or something but Masamba had to actually have a serious conversation with his school counsellor. She suggested he try the medical field, where he would be able to viscets of all kinds and even save some lives. So Masamba took the necessary courses that took him on the path of the medical world.
A year and a half in, he realized how much he dreaded going to class everyday and finally understood that no, this was not the right choice for him. So he took a big risk and dropped out of college to take some time off to find himself. Everyone around him criticized him for being 'lazy' but he just couldn't stand the thought of doing something he didn't like for the rest of his life.
It took a few more years than he expected, but Masamba managed to find something he is content with. Simply, a stay at home mom without the mom part. His decision gave him all sorts of disapproving looks and shaking heads, but Masamba just has to follow his heart. And while others dream big of being rockstars or scientists, Masamba's dream is to stay around home and help around the village, doing small jobs for his community and being there to talk to when someone needs advice. Here, he is happy.

Likes:

Birdwatching - Masamba loves this hobby as it is very effective in calming him down in times of stress. His favourite birds are jays, and he always counts how many he can spot. He also feels a strange connection to crows, who tend to be pesky and noisy but he admires their intelligence. Even more is the great raven, who seems like they know something you don't.

Crafting accessories - Another relaxing hobby of his is to create little accessories, mainly of beads and string, to decorate things around him, like hanging them on nearby tree branches. But he also gifts them to him family and friends as a token of their relationship. Masamba has decorated himself with some hanging from his antlers and tail, each bead woven into string represents a memory with a friend. Some of the most important ones are based from Benjamin and Charcoal, two friends he holds close.

Summer - His favourite season, summer is when things wake up. The baby deer are old enough to start practicing their fighting skills, bears leisurely eat without the oncoming stress of winter hibernation. Everyone seems to relax and sit back to enjoy the season, or at least, he does. There's nothing better than a refreshing dip in a chilly rivier of a hazy summer's day.

Dogs - Viscet's best friend. After seeing the interspecies friendship between Ben and Charcoal, Masamba found himself very intrigued in the four legged canines. So happy and carefree, just as pleased with an old stick as a brand new chew toy. Dogs are pure and true creatures, a gift they can't help but dream of.

The smell of grass - This ties in to the summer bit. Grass, cut or not, gives off an enticing aroma better than a fine dish. Something about the natural scent of nature gives him the chills. It's addictive to lay in huge fields of tall grass, short grass, cut grass, everything.

Dislikes:

Rain - Masamba can't help but feel saddened when it starts to rain. If gives him a feeling of dream that he doesn't like and just wants to get rid of. The only good part of a rainy day is afterwards, when everything is all fresh and clean and the sun comes out.

Horses - He has a fear of them. It's not so much that he doesn't like them, it's more that he doesn't like to be near them. They terrify him, they're big and powerful and easily spooked. At least, the one's he's met. He tries to keep an open mind but overcoming a fear is a very difficult task.

Ice in his drinks - Minor thing, but he doesn't like ice in his drinks. All it does is hit his lips and blocks the way of his beverage, then waters it down as it melts. No ice, please!

Trucks - Another thing he doesn't like is trucks. They're so noisy and smell bad when they speed past you, and create a current of air that makes twigs and litter fly everywhere and into his face. Ugh, and don't even get him started on how many times he's been splashed by a truck barreling through a mucky puddle!

Bullies - Smething that everybody dislikes, so we might as well say it and get it out of the way. Masamba doesn't like to see viscets hurting one another, it makes every bone in his body feel wrong.

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Favorite Songs: Letter - Mother Mother
Isle of Flightless Birds - Twenty one pilots
Waiting in the Wings - Mother Mother
And what would they do on a rainy day?:
Oh no... rain. Yucky, mucky, slimy, rain. Some viscets find peace in precipitation, and boy is Masamba jealous of that. How he would like to be able to enjoy it! But alas, he can't lie to himself and say that he likes it. No, to him, the rain is too muddy, too soaking. He doesn't like to get wet which means all he can really do is shelter inside and wait for it to stop, and being the outdoorsy guy he is, it's pretty hard. Which is funny, because as a nature lover he should be able to enjoy or at least tolerate all weather. Masamba just hasn't evolved enough to be able to.
There is one thing he does like to do when it'a raining, though. He loves to make crafts. Whether it's a paper-mache piggy bank or a recycled pop can robot, Masamba likes to use his imagination in childish ways to create toys and knick knacks for himself and his friends. His shelved are lines with creation after creation, each one a rainy day. At least now he has something to look forward to when the clouds begin to cry.
Extras:
"Oh, not again." Masamba grumbled as he felt a cold drop on his head. He looked up and regarded the stormy clouds that grumbled back at him. He spitefully clambered inside to shelter from the rain.
As it began to pour, he started gathering supplies. Supplies for his latest craft, and unfinished modal of a boat made from popsicle sticks. He had bought plenty of popsicles throughout his favourite season, summer, in anticipation of this. Well, not really, he just wanted an excuse to buy them.
As he worked on his model with gluey paws, he grew hungry. From the cabinet he pulled out a bag of... what? Dried crickets? Yes, his favourite crunchy snack! He smacked his lips and he gobbled them up, crunch crunch crunch... tastier than they sound.
But the putter patter of rain was not quieting. In fact it was beginning to sound a bit repetitive and annoying. He picked up his phone and searched for his favourite song, Letter by Mother Mother. A smile grew on his lips as the best drowned out the rain, and he sat in his cozy little home sheltering away from the cold, enjoying the moment even though rain isn't his favourite thing ever. It's not so bad, after all.

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name: Vita || name meaning: "life"[Latin] || best friend: Kleine
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Growing up, Vita had friends and was loved in his tribe. However, once he hit adolescence, things
changed. His friends and peers no longer were as friendly as they had been, they didn't want to spend
time with him anymore. Needless to say, it upset him. He grew accustomed to expecting to be alone,
for his friends and tribemates to spend time with everyone else but him. They tried being subtle and
using excuses, but he knew. Vita's antlers were beginning to show, and because of it, his tribemates
grew a little frightened. More often than not, he'd heard them murmuring about bad omens while
near him or looking at him. It really offset his self esteem. His tribe didn't have any rare mutations
like he did. There were a few rare or uncommon ones, but nothing as drastic as his growing antlers.
They were scared of him, and beginning to shun him. Even his family didn't want to spend as much
time with him, they, too, had begun to ignore him. But Vita knew. He knew that no-one wanted him
here anymore. however, he stuck it out. He started to learn how to become independent, going
hunting by himself and taking long explorations. His tribe didn't seem to mind when he was gone
for long amounts of time, and that's when he knew. One day, if he wanted to leave this tribe, he
could do it without being terribly missed. Other neighboring tribes were sure to have mutated
Viscets like himself. Maybe he would feel more at home with one of those tribes?

He set out after a while, his antlers having grown a lot. He waited until he was sure that he woulnd't
be leaving anything behind before he truly left. On his last day in his tribe, he didn't make any special
efforts to say goodbyes. It seemed by this point that they wouldn't care. They've stopped talking to him,
interacting with him. He was practically a one-man tribe unto himself. He was ready. He left during the
day, travelling through the woods to the nearest tribe he knew of. There were a few, but the one he knew
well was through the woods. Vita had only seen them once, and there weren't many of them.

After many days of traveling, Vita stopped for some true sleep. He'd only been taking naps on his exploring,
never truly sleeping. It was nearly midday, and he came upon a little clearing in the forest. In this clearing
was a large stag, now standing erect and at attention, looking at Vita but not moving or running away. A
few other deer and a fawn came out from the bushes and trees just behind him, also looking at the Viscet.
Vita didn't know why they weren't scared until he tilted his head in confusion, feeling the weight of his
antlers. His antlers! He stood up tall, giving his head a little shake. The stag in the clearing imitated him
a bit, giving a minute little movement of his own head. He was interested in Vita's antlers! The viscet
couldn't help but smile. He'd just made friends with deer! They were prey, and Viscets were the predator.
Instead of hunting them, though, he simply lay back down where he was, watching the deer for a little
bit before going to sleep.

Waking up sometime near night the next day, Vita continued on. The deer were gone when he woke up,
but he could at least say he had the experience of that still in his mind. Maybe he would meet other friends
like that! Nonetheless, he carried on. Soon, when he began to catch a faraway scent of another Viscet,
he picked up his pace with a new excitement. He was finally here! Vita had a feeling that he might
feel more at home here than he did in his true tribe. When he came upon the beginning of the tribe's
territory, though, he didn't see any Viscets, but he could scent one very closeby. The others must be farther
to where their camp must be. He paused where he was, the forest behind him, looking around. No sound.
Vita moved forward a little, very cautiously, then heard the pitter of paws. A small Viscet came bounding
towards him from wherever she'd been hiding. "Hello, sir!" she chimed, and as she got closer, Vita noticed
that she was not only portrying a misty mane, but she had different colored eyes! Those same eyes were now
looking up at his antlers. Then, her gaze shifted to somewhere behind him.
"How did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"You.. you saved my tribe! You brought prey for us! How did you do it?"
Looking over his shoulder, Vita noticed that a little way back, the proud stag was standing there, with more
deer behind him. But that didn't answer the question on how he'd saved her tribe.
"So? How did you do it?"
Vita smiled. "Magic," he told her jokingly. However, she seemed to believe it, her eyes going wide and
sparkling. "You've got to meet my father, come on!" He had no choice but to follow her, and as he did, she
was going a mile a minute with her questions. He had no time to answer one before she started another.
The further they got into her camp, Vita saw that not only she, but her tribemates were unusually lithe and
slim. He thought the little young one was like that because of her age, but now he saw that her tribe was
actually starving. Vita looked at them before the little one spoke again. "Our tribe has been low on prey for
a while now. You've saved us by bringing the deer! You have to meet our leader now," she was nodding vehemently.
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On a rainy day, even if it hasn't started raining yet, Vita will find his friend Kleine. Since he'd
come to her tribe with the deer following him, her tribe has been doing much better. They were
no longer starving, all of the members looking healthy. Their tribe leader didn't necessarily take
a liking to Vita yet, and he didn't seem exactly a leader everyone here loved. Not even all the members
liked Vita fully yet, but Kleine did. Some days it was almost as if she idolized him. She was a young
PPS Viscet, and full of life. Sometimes, she'd referred to Vita as a "Guardian of the Forest" or a title
of some sort. However, Vita didn't just brush her off. The two really were best friends, and Vita's first
true friend who hasn't stopped talking to him because of his antlers. In the time he'd been in the tribe
with her, he began to understand her personality more. Which was why, on rainy days, he came straight
to her with a smile gracing his lips and excitement shining in his eyes.
Often times, when the Viscets realized it would rain, she would be already on her way to meet him when
he came to approach her. They both would grin, and without any words, the two would race away, leaving
camp and the other Viscets behind. Despite her size, Kleine was fast. Little legs got her far! They would
both be panting and out of breath, but excited, when they arrived at the spot. It was a vacant little clearing,
small, with craters in the ground that filled very high when it rained. A small hill bordered it on one side,
serving as a jumping/diving board for Vita and Kleine. They would take turns, and judge each other with
each jump they took. They had splashing contests, "how high can you jump" contests, and contests to see
how long they could hold their breath under the water in the large puddle. It was like a small pool, really.
When the two end up with spent energy, they shake off and walk towards more clean water to clean up,
and pad home laughing, complimenting, and telling stories together.
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**extras: i took the photos featured in the likes/dislikes and coded the form c:
links are clickable to full sized, non-blurry photos! all are mine, not all on dA
i did not take photos of the favorite foods**

[lex]

Dropping, sorry ^^;

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xxHistory -
There isn't much about Pazuzu to tell his history. Yet, he only remembers from the day he was turned. The day he's world had changed, and the day his life was thrown to Hell. It'd many many years ago. Pazuzu was still young, no older than what humans would consider the age of 18. Him and his brother had gotten lost in the snow ridden mountains, attempting to survive and find their way out. Nearly a week had passed, and yet no sign of hope was given. During their time on the mountain, Pazuzu had taken a nasty fall, landing directly back first onto a boulder, rendering himself almost useless to certain activities.

Pazuzu was curled amidst the snow, his breathing erratic. His back ached, his lungs burning. Near by lay the dying form of his older brother, his side barely moving. Pazuzu was starving. His eyes were cracked against the whipping winds, his ears pinning backwards. It was freezing, their breath being carried off in billowing clouds. His brother was barely moving, his eyes shut. It'd been almost a week since they'd gotten lost. And it'd been almost a week since Pazuzu's last meal. He felt so hungry, a hollowed pit gnawing at his stomach. He was bordering the line between sanity, and insanity, his eyes slowly peeling open. Something was clawing at the back of his mind. A thought. A small thought that'd ruin his life, yet he had no idea it would. Pazuzu slowly pushed himself up, his legs shaking. He could feel the hunger clawing his throat, saliva forming on the corners of his capped lips. He could smell the still warm blood, even though none had been spilled. Pazuzu's ribs could be seen. He needed food soon. Very, very soon.

Pazuzu slowly relaxed beside his brother, laying his head against the familiar soft fur. He nuzzled his muzzle through it, relaxing into the lingering warmth. His brother had stopped breathing, limp and lifeless against him. It was his fault. Pazuzu curled a bit more against the bigger male, his eyes clenching shut. It'd been all his fault. He was the one to have given the idea to come here, in search for some long lost artifact their grandfather had been spewing about. He was the one to go on about how could it would be to find it for their grandfather, and he was the one to coax his brother into coming. It was all his fault. Pazuzu shook, burying his muzzle against the limp form, tears forming at his eyes.

He doesn't quite remember what happened after. His hunger had clouded his vision. Some primal instinct kicked in, and he can faintly remember his teeth met flesh. When Pazuzu came around, he felt... better. He no longer felt that clawing hunger. His vision was a bit blurred, and he felt a little stiff. His head was aching. But he was relieved he no longer was starving. Pazuzu stood slowly, and quietly buried the remains. Pazuzu marked the site with a good sized boulder, before he trudged off into the lashing winds. His eyes slowly slide shut, and he quietly lowered his head as the wind buffeted his sides, tossing his tail this way and that.

Days passed, and Pazuzu finally began to feel sick. His headache turned into a raging migraine, his stomach boiling with a sicking heat. His bones ached, and he could barely move. Unknowing to him, this was the first stage of his life being turned to Hell. He had awoken under a ledge formed from solid ice, startled by a small water drop plopping onto his nose. The sun hurt his eyes, and Pazuzu winced, lifting his paw to block its rays. Slowly and carefully, he pushed himself to stand. His legs shook, his back was still sore, and his chest felt as if it were going to cave in. His head felt worse, as if a thousand of drums were being banged at the same time.

As he rose, he lowered his head to avoid hitting it against the shelf of ice. This hurt his body more, but he needed to move so he didn't freeze to death. The temperature was a tad warmer than the night before, but it was still cold enough to hurt. The swirling winds whipped up snow, flinging it at Pazuzu. His body was hunkered, and he continued on his path to try and leave. He'd been here for far too long, and he was starting to feel hunger sapping his energy again. Every step caused him great pain, as well as drawing more energy from his already tired limbs. That's when he blacked out again.

Once he came to, he found himself lodged against a towering pine tree. Pazuzu slowly rose, wincing as he rubbed the back of his head. Scrapes and scratches littered his body, yet the cold had numbed them. He raised his head, and squinted as he peered up the snow gleaming mountain top. Had he fallen all the way down here? If he had, the snow had covered the trenches in the snow. His next question was, how long had he been out? He shuffled through the ankle deep snow, lifting his muzzle towards the sky. The sun was just peeking over the mountains, the sky a darker blue. It was past noon already. But then, how many days has it been since he blacked out?

Before he began to head off, Pazuzu lifted a paw to fix his ruffled mane. Despite his current condition, he wasn't going to let anything make him look bad. What if he happened to be saved right now? Pazuzu slid down, on all fours, the last of the step hill, the snow slowing him down. Once reaching flatter land, Pazuzu continued to wander on all fours, finding it easier on his aching limbs. His body was growing colder by the minute, the wind whipping his breath off in small clouds. His ears slowly curled back to protect them, and he let out a hoarse, aching cough. Pazuzu's stomach was boiling still, the sickly heat now radiating from his body, despite him feeling entirely frozen.

When he finally reached the base of the mountain, through sliding down the side slowly and carefully, it was late at night. The moon hung above, caressing the world with its gentle light. Stars twinkled peacefully, some blotted out by thin, dark clouds. A fog blanketed the ground, and wasn't too thick. Pazuzu panted, breathing in the different air. The grass felt soft, tickling his paw pads. He felt relieved to be away from the cold snow, which was surprisingly since he loved its usual flickering forms. But now, he had to figure out where to really go.

Pazuzu couldn't tell the boring events that happened. They were quite usual. Hunting. Sleeping. Writhing in pain most of the night. Now, he stood before a pond. His body was throbbing everywhere, the sickening heat inside boiling to the point he felt he was on fire. He peered at his own reflection, completely startled as it stared back. He looked horrific. His fur was ratty and filthy, his mane was this way and that. His eyes had an insatiable hunger to them, and he looked deathly skinny. Pazuzu's bones felt like lead at this point, and he slowly moved his body to a near by fallen tree he had decided to call home for a few nights. Slowly, he wedged his form under, shaking as he relaxed. The grass felt sticky and damp, sticking to his muzzle and nose when he laid.

A few minutes passed, and his body felt different. He felt hollow. He felt tired. All the pain came crashing down right there, and he lay shaking and quivering. Every day that had passed, he grew the need to sate his hunger with the flesh of another Viscet. This wasn't right. He wasn't supposed to be a cannibal, yet.. the urge grew more. Pazuzu hadn't know that once you taste the flesh of your own species, that you were cursed with becoming an evil spirit known as the Wendigo. Now, it was the final stage.

A twig snapping a few feet away caught his attention, and he slowly turned his head. Pazuzu's neck ached, and he longed to rid of this pain. A figure towered near by, eyes focused on him. As Pazuzu peered up at the other, which smelled to be a Viscet, though had a bit of a weird smell to him, his gaze edged black. The ground suddenly came crashing forward, and he was out. From there, Pazuzu met Luka and Wynsdrrawr, which he already gave to know. The events before had what led him to becoming a Wendigo, and what led him into meeting his best friends. The events were what Pazuzu explains to be the downfall of his life, and the moment he changed for the worse.

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On a rainy day, no matter how hard it may be coming down - of course not when it's lightning however, Pazuzu would be the one to run out into it. Not to dance in it, not to play in it. But just to sit, relaxed out in the open. Ever since he was young, Pazuzu always had a weird habit of sprinting out into the down pour, just to relax under it. Just to feel the rain caressing his cheek, to feel it patter against his back. He's always loved the feeling of it against his fur, and the way it captures him into a trance. He loves weather, and the rain is his utmost favorite. Rain is his distraction from the real world, from the way he acts and from all those who decide to dedicate their time to harassing him back. Pazuzu uses a rainy day as a excuse to think about what's happened in his life, and to think about deeper topics. As soon as one droplet is found on the soft blades of grass, or on the glass of a window, he will already have been outside; waiting for the rain to come. Yes, Pazuzu may be a rude jerk at all times, but the rain seems to cleanse him of this. He won't hesitate to allow you beside him, but as soon as it stops, you better be wary. So, on a rainy day, Pazuzu sprints out the door or the entrance of a cave, just to settle down under it's pelleting. He'll do this no matter where he is. And this is all he does on a rainy day. This is what he will always do on a rainy day.

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xxxxLikes
xxxx→ Wynsdrrawr
Ah yes, Wynsdrrawr. Pazuzu's angel, and the only Viscet
he's ever loved. She was the one who gifted him with the orbs,
and the bands he adorns. The orbs seem to have a spell on
them that counter the effects of him being a Wendigo. This,
he thanks her for. Wynsdrrawr is the only Viscet Pazuzu can
truly stand, aside from Luka, but she's also the only he's felt
something for. She also provides him with the best food ever;
donuts.

xxxx→ Cold weather
Even though he lost his brother to cold weather, Pazuzu finds
this to be the best of the weather. Now, he doesn't prefer
freezing, frost bite kind of cold. He prefers the small nip
to the air, and the soft cold winds pulling at his fur. To him,
it's pleasant weather, and something he could live in for
the rest of his life.

xxxx→ Inflicting pain
Due to being a sadistic jerk, Pazuzu loves inflicting pain onto
others. He just sorta happened to turn this way after his past,
and he loves to watch others suffer.

xxxx→ Big, vicious dogs
Ah, his number one favorite "pet." Large, vicious dogs
help strike fear into the hearts and minds of Pazuzu's enemies,
and this helps him get what he wants quite a lot. If you wanted
to warm up quicker to him, buying him a large dog will
definitely help!

xxxx→ Silence
What's better than silence? Nothing. Nothing is better than
silence to Pazuzu. In his world, silence is truly golden. It's
peaceful, and is something he can get things done in.

xxxx→ Being alone
Now, this and the love for silence go hand in hand. Silence
comes from being alone, and being alone is something Pazuzu
typically enjoys. Being alone lets Pazuzu have time to himself
to think and to get things done without the interruption of another.

xxxx→ Ice
Pazuzu has had his ups and downs with this beautiful creation,
but yet, he always ends up loving it's gorgeous majestically. He loves
the way the sun reflects off it, dazzling the world. He also finds it
great to chisel, and this is one of his past time hobbies.

xxxx→ Necromancy
Black magic is one of Pazuzu's favorite types of magic.
It blends well with his mindset, and was quite simple to master to
him. Necromancy has helped him raise and communicate with
the dead, which gives aid in battles and more. After his incident,
Pazuzu dabbled in black magic, specifically necromancy, to try
and raise his brother. This ended up horribly, and he prefers
not to discuss the outcome.

xxxx→ Mythology
He loves learning of mythological beings and gods and
goddesses. It was a simple hobby for him, to study and learn
of all the mythological beasts and more. Yet, there is a few
he hasn't come across in the world of books, but that's okay.
One day, he will, but for now; he rereads every page or goes out
into the "field" to try to come across some; which he has in the past.

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xxxxDislikes
xxxx→ Socks
For some odd reason, Pazuzu's come to despise the
clothing come to known as socks. They are evil to him, and he
prefers for them to stay far as possible. This may come from the
fact he hates being touched, but he hates the way they clamp
down on his paws. Just keep those things away from him.

xxxx→ Hot, humid weather
This always results in a frizzy mane and uncomfortable
body heat. Pazuzu hates hot and humid weather with a burning
passion. He's the kind to get overheated quite easily if he's
outside in this weather for a minute too long.

xxxx→ Starving
It's a horrible feeling, yes? Pazuzu is one of many to hate
the clawing beast known as hunger. He's experienced it far too
much in his life, and prefers to keep well fed. Now that he is a
Wendigo, the starving pains are amplified for him. It causes him
a great deal of pain, and stress.

xxxx→ Being touched
May it be a form of him hating germs, or if it is
Haphephobia, or Pazuzu just not liking anyone, but he seems to despise
being touched. He will lash and snap at you, or depending on who you
are that is. He will do anything to drop hints not to touch him, or he
will even straight up shove you away if you do. It bothers him to no end,
and Pazuzu may have gotten to be like this after losing his brother;
the only one he could stand.

xxxx→ Cats
These little rugrats share mutual feelings with Pazuzu.
He hates them and their claws. Well, he doesn't necessarily hate
them. He may tolerate a few, mostly the lazy ones, but Pazuzu
cannot necessarily stand cats. He's run into a few that haven given
him nasty cuts, and that is what started the "feud" between them.

xxxx→ Visclings
Visclings may be cute to some, but Pazuzu cannot stand
them, their ear-piercing cries, or their little needs. He utterly
despises them and their grubby little paws messing his fur up. He
himself doesn't know where the hatred comes from, but he sure
doesn't enjoy being around them.

xxxx→ Fire
This correlates with the hate with hot, humid weather.
Fire is hot, yes? Anything that radiates heat, Pazuzu despises.
Fire is a big no no for him, and he cannot stand it or it's putrid
smell. It also causes destruction, when he could instead.

xxxx→ The ocean
Vast and massive, Pazuzu has a unmistakable fear of the
deep blue. He's known this fear since he was a small Viscling,
after watching an old friend being swept out to sea. Ever since,
he's thought of that nerve racking moment every time he's laid
eyes on it's swirling waters. There is no way Pazuzu will ever
shake this feeling off.

xxxx→ Vampires
This is more a competition thing. Vampires take most
of Pazuzu's prey, leaving him to starve. Yet, thanks to his dear
friend Rawr, he's lightened up on the vampires after the
cannibalism urges have faded. He's on okay terms with him,
but he still despises them and their fangs.

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Extra -
He fidgeted. The air was thick with conversation. Glasses were clinking, silverware was being tapped against tables or plates, and the sound of Viscets padding back and forth echoed. Across from him sat Wynsdrrawr, her paws resting on either side of her glass. Her gaze was everywhere but on him. He lifted his paw, fidgeting with the ice cold band around his neck. Her gaze flicked to him when he did, tilting her head. Pazuzu lifted his gaze.

"Sorry, did I distract you?" He asked. He was oddly very nervous with her, a feeling he hadn't felt in years. Rawr drew her lips into a smile.

"No, of course not. I should have my attention on you, after all, this is a first date." She gently rested her paw over his larger one. His fur rose at the touch, left ear flicking backwards for a moment. Even though Rawr was a friend, and his crush, Pazuzu still couldn't truly stand being touched. He, however, edged a smile onto his face, brushing his paw slightly out from under her's. Rawr didn't seem to notice, bringing her paw back to her glass, lifting the straw to her muzzle to sip down the water. Pazuzu lowered his gaze to the napkin that rested by his paw. He reached over, crumpling the edge as he waited for their food. His stomach was starting to feel hollow, and his nose started twitching. There was far too many Viscets around, and his instincts were kicking in.

"Paz.. Are you alright?" Wynsdrrawr questioned, using the pet name she adopted for him. His gaze snapped up, and he nodded. His throat felt dry, his ears ringing. She didn't seem convinced, raising a brow before she nodded in return. A couple of minutes passed before their waitress returned with the tray, steaming food resting on top. She smiled, settling their plates before them, and left after asking the notorious "is there anything else you need?" question. Pazuzu licked his lips, gaze falling to the warm food. Rawr shifted to pick up her fork, gaze lifting just in time to meet Pazuzu's.

"Mmm, looks tasty..." He murmured out loud, which caused his ears to flick back in embarrassment. Rawr giggled, and lowered her fork.

"You're right, it does, doesn't it?" She smiled warmly, before digging in. Yet.. he was talking about something different than the food...

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Remember guys, this will end friday! Get those forms in!

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Closed for Judging - we will decide if there will be a round three or not, for now I'll confer with Silver