Zvers: Moved to a new thread, please lock

[Metallic Dragon]

I don't know what it is with me and absolutely adoring the blood red/black combination, or really any darker shade of red really. Haha, heck, if I wasn't the one judging the zvers, I'd apply for the second one myself! Hahahaha

[Queen Vivane]

Haha if you want him so badly apply and if Jess isnt busy you could ask her to judge forms for him lmao

[Cion Keiasta]

Hahaha... I can help with the judging like Demon said xD I mean it isn't fair to an owner you know xD

[Metallic Dragon]

Nah, I've already got my Shai, I don't need another Zver, haha

[KitaraSoftpaw]

Username:
KitaraSoftpaw
Activity Level:
Metta's Personal Stalker <3
Intended Adopter

Zver World Name:
Kita/Kit
Zver World Occupation:
Zvers Food Staff, Wing A
Kit's Statistics:
Color-Changing Eyes
5 Feet 4 Inches Tall
Lithe Stature
Fibromyalgia

Zver You Want:
#CC6338
Name Given To Zver:
Sintog
Sintog's Statistics:
96 Pounds
8 Feet 6 Inches Long
2 Feet 4 Inches Tall
Dark Blue Eyes
Black Pelt
4 Dark Red Sock Markings
Dark Red Muzzle Marking
Swirled Dark Red Eye Marking
Red Inner Ears

Reason You Want it Him:
I hate to say the following, it sounds incredibly lame. Made up even. But it is the truth about how I feel.
I wanted him because I am a major sucker for black on red. Well...that is how it started anyways. I have seen a few designs I liked here before but none that drew me in with their personality as well. And he did. As I was reading those few short lines, I felt myself falling in love with him. I know, I know. But I did.
And as I started reading, a story started weaving itself together in my head. And I knew that I just had to apply for him, no matter what.



What Will You Do With it Him If You Win?:
I have decided to start getting more serious when it comes to adoptables, and I have mentioned this to a few people. I already re-homed some that I do not have as strong of ties with. I have also decided to mold my adoptables into more developed characters. For this purpose I have created/am creating Kit's Characters. This thread will house the most important of my adoptables, and the ones I am truly caring for intensely, as well as my other adopted or created characters. I will still have an adopts thread for some of the ones I have attained previously that I just cannot bear to part with.
Aside from where I will put him, there is other things I want to say about Sintog.
I will love him, from the bottom of my heart, forever and always.
I will cherish him.
I will purchase/acquire art for him.
I will draw art for him (if I can).
I will never let him leave my side.



Personality:

Though large and rather scary, this Zver is a huge softie. Believed to have been aided in his escape, he was last seen traveling with a human toward the city.

Introverted
Quiet and shy, especially when around someone new, this boy takes awhile to warm up to people. Though he appears extremely dangerous, scary even, he's more like a timid puppy at heart. It takes quite some time to break through his shy exterior into the warmth underneath, but those who are patient can earn themselves a dear and true friend.

Gentle
Some say he would mourn if he hurt a fly. He is a big lover, and would never intentionally hurt anyone. Even with his size he is very careful, always moving and working around his environment so he doesn't hurt anyone. Though he is large he moves with a grace that more then makes up for it, so even if he were to tackle you it would be soft and just light enough so he wouldn't topple you over. He seems to have a knack for judging how much a person can handle.

Caring
He is very much a nurse at heart if you will. If a friend or partner were sick he would be the first to be at their side offering any support he can. The one case he made an exception to his typical rule of not killing anything was to help his partner. He always strives to do anything he can to help out to the best of his ability.

Cuddly
He loves to cuddle. Granted, he has to know you well first, but once he does he will always seem to be there with a snuggle, especially when you need one. You will often turn around to find him nuzzling you. Sometimes he will come up next to you to slip his head under your hand. He loves having someone to sleep with, and he doesn't mind at all being used as a pillow.

Loyal
One could say he has never heard of the concept of betrayal. He will always remain loyal to those he has committed himself to. The only way one could separate him from his partner once he has chosen one is if they someone died, he was removed from their side by force, he was killed or crippled, or if the partner suddenly had a switch towards evil intentions. This last would disrupt his empathy and cause him to lose his connection with his partner eventually leading to him abandoning them. He does not see this as being disloyal because is a good person swings towards evil he cannot sense them as the same person anymore. To him they may as well be two different people.

Thoughtful
He takes his time to think before leaping into things or making decisions. If required, he can make snap judgements and they are often correct but he prefers having time to consider things and mull them over. He seems to have a lot of knowledge and experience, as well as what appears to be close or equivalent to human wisdom and intelligence.

Empathic
He seems to be able to sense feelings an intentions. He will absolutely refuse to go up to some people. While he is docile around other, like Dr. Metta, he never makes any initiative to contact them or start an interaction. He just simply waits for what he knows is to come. However it seems he can always sense who needs him and who will love him. Around a crowd of people it seems he is able to tell the moods of each person, and has developed ways to communicate those moods through body language to his partner.



Introduction/Story:
[flashback]
I looked down at my list nervously. It was my first day on the job. I didn't want to mess up. They had lectured us to be careful, that the Zvers were dangerous, but to me most of them looked like scared little puppies. The only thing that made me nervous is that I had been assigned to one of the wing's under the care of the head researcher, Dr. Metta. As I made my way down the rows I seemed to interact well with most of the Zvers, trying to give them a scratch behind the ears or a pat on the head, though I had been told to avoid contact. I felt they needed someone to let them know they weren't monsters.
[/flashback]

It was then that I saw him for the first time I recalled as I sat by the warm glow of the fire. The handsome boy who took my heart and completely whisked it away.

[flashback]
I looked up as I came go the next cage and I swear that for a second my heart actually stopped. Though I suppose most would have been scared of his bulk and appearance, all I could feel was the pulsing connection. In that same instant I first glimpsed him his head had snapped up, as if he could feel it too. Slowly, after glancing quickly to see no one was near, I opened the cage door and slipped in. He stood patiently while I entered then once the door was closed walked right up and bumped his head under my hand, like he was begging to be stroked. I willingly complied. "I can't call you by a number. I'll call you Sintog...that feels right." And that was how it all started.
[/flashback]


I looked down at the crumpled, rolled up piece of paper in my hand and then spread it out by the fire, reading it over again. This paper was what had started all this. Once I had seen this I knew it was all my fault, and that I had to fix it. I couldn't let him be all alone, I couldn't not be together with him. So I had planned and executed the escape, set us up in a cave I had closed off the entrance to and remodeled into a house of sorts, a place for us to hide so we could be together. We had been hiding out there for roughly a month now. It even had a running stream. That was a good thing too. I grimaced as I rolled up the paper to tuck in my bag and looked down at my leg in it's makeshift splint. Good thing I knew the basic first aid...at least I knew enough to knew if I left it as is it would set right. And I did have access to the water without having to move much but...I looked to my left at the empty food bag. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, a single tear trickling down my cheek. "You idiot," I muttered to myself, "what kind of a rescuer are you anyways?"
Then I heard something make a plonking sound, as if something semi-heavy had been dropped. I opened my eyes and was shocked to see Sintog there, nudging two dead rabbits towards me. I was shocked because Sintog had never killed anything. Then I looked at the fire, the empty food bag next to me, and Sintog, who had spent the past two days watching me not eat. He stepped around the rabbits and stood next to me, his body language asking me if he did something wrong.
I started to cry as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close and burying my face in his fur. "No baby, thank you. You are wonderful." Then I started to cry harder, though he could tell they were tears of relief and joy, not sorrow. And while I sat there hugging him and crying I repeated over and over the only thing I could think of at the moment.
"I love you, I love you, I love you."

[Nyxeva]

Username:
His_teddy_bear

Zver you want:
#CC6338

Name:
Ercanbald

Nicknames:
Ercan

Why Ercanbald?
'Ercanbald' is an old german word that is actually composed of two different words. 'Ercan' means genuine and 'bald' means bold, or courageous. Put together, they mean 'genuine courage. His nickname, Ercan also shows some of this boy's personality, and is what he prefers to be called.

Reason you want it:
I am writing a story about an fire department trying to capture a rampant arsonist. Ercan would be the perfect companion for the arsonist, because I am also trying out for a tracker dog who would be helping the fire department. Don't worry, I wont make him evil, just innocent and misinformed.

What will you do with it if you win?:
I will include him in the book I am writing, as a companion for the bad guy. Eventually, he will discover that the one he's been with, but not bonded to, is not as good as he thought. He would also be used in roleplays and short stories.

Personality:

Fun-loving
Ercan adores fun and games. He loves to play with his bondmate, but will amuse himself with anything nearby if needed. Ercan seems to never take anything seriously, but in reality he can sense when he needs to be calm and serious, and will usually do so. It doesn't matter what it is, if he spots something in motion, he will chase it down and pounce on it.

Hyper
It almost seems like this Zver does not know how to stay still. He is always in motion, even when he's asleep. He is full of energy, and often makes those near him feel tired. When he does stand still, those near him report that it seems as though waves of energy still pour off of the canine-like creature. He doesn't like it when those near him are still, and will try to get them to move.

Inquisitive
Ercan is very curious, and often has no sense of self-preservation when he is exploring or investigating. If he finds something new to him, he will try to figure out if there is a way he can play with it. He is extremely fascinated in Earth's wildlife, yet another thing that sets him apart from the other Zvers seen before.

Loyal
Ercan is extremely loyal to his bondmate. He will risk his life for the person he trusts most, taking on dangers that even a lion would back away from. He will do anything his bondmate tells him, unless what he's been ordered to do goes against his perception of right and wrong.


Story:

The man stood in the shadows, watching as his creation reached for the sky. The flames were beautiful, the screams of terror gratifying. A cold smile spread across his face as he watched the firefighters running in and out of the building. A low growl from his right side made him glance down at the canine creature at his side. He ran a hand down its pelt. "Easy Ercan." The zver relaxed slightly, but did not let his guard down. The emotions he was picking up from his companion made him antsy, as did the emotions swamping him from the firefighters and spectators. The man shifted his weight as he picked up the radio he'd bought not too long ago. "Ember, deploy the second firebomb now." "Yessir." His smile grew colder as an explosion rocked them and the fire flared up like an angry beast. His eyes followed the people fleeing as the fire grew and he smiled when some of them didn't make it. "Fire is so beautiful. Don't you think so, Ercanbald?" The zver remained silent, his eyes on the flames. Why did this person get so much joy out of burning things? Didn't he realize that people were killed? Suddenly his head shot up and focused toward the fire team as the man let out a loud curse. "A tracker dog!" Ercan's eyes focused on the canine and a growl slipped from his muzzle. He was curious as to what the dog was. The firefighters strapped a bright flashing light to it, then released it. The man swore again as the tracker dog dove into the flames. "Ercan." The zver lifted his head to look at the man, whose face was contorted with rage. "We have to get that tracker out of the picture." Ercan turned his head to look as the tracker brought out the first rescue. "Good job Atreus!" The female's words reached him as she praised the tracker dog and he pulled his ears back, showing his teeth.

((A few weeks later. By now, more buildings have been burned, and Ercan decides he's done..))
Ercan tilted his eyes up to the cot where the man slept. Things were starting to get weird, and the zver was really starting not to like the emotions he could feel coming from the human man. He silently got to his paws and snuck out of the camp, his eyes on the forest in front of him. His mind went to the fire department and their tracker dog. The tracker seemed happy with what he was doing. He seemed bonded with the female. Glancing behind him, the zver silently picked up the man's bag, knowing that it was full of incriminating evidence. Then, without a glance at the sleeping human, he turned and made his way out of camp. His long cat-like tail vanished into the darkness of the forest as he headed to the fire station.

Ok, I think it's done! If I win him, once the rest of the story is done, I'll let you read it
Criticism is welcome and appreciated. PM me if you have any suggestions on how I can improve my form. Thank you.

[KitaraSoftpaw]

Lawl HTB, stop competing for the same pets as meh >_>

[Queen Vivane]

Bump

[Nyxeva]

Lawl HTB, stop competing for the same pets as meh >_>

I'm not doing it on purpose lol
We have the same interest in pets I guess

[Nyxeva]

-Basics-

Name:
Ercanbald
Age:
2 years, 4 months 11 days
Gender:
Male
Species:
Zver
Note:
Is very hyper, requires a skilled handler

-Family-

Parents:
Unknown
Grandparents:
Unknown
Siblings:
Unknown
Aunts & Uncles:
Unknown
Nieces & Nephews:
None
Cousins:
Unknown
Children:
None
Grandkids:
None

-Appearance-

Coat Color:
Dark undercoat with crimson red highlights on his fur
Size:
2.5 feet at the withers, 7 feet from nose to tail
Build:
Large and rather muscular, can be kind of imposing
Picture:
See beginning of file

-Love-

Crushes:
None
Mate:
None
Status:
Single, not looking
Preference:
Females

-Behavior-

Personality:
Ercan adores fun and games. He loves to play with his bondmate, but will amuse himself with anything nearby if needed. He seems to never take anything seriously, but in reality he can sense when he needs to be calm and serious, and will usually do so. It doesn't matter what it is, if he spots something in motion, he will chase it down and pounce on it. It almost seems like this Zver does not know how to stay still. He is always in motion, even when he's asleep. He is full of energy, and often makes those near him feel tired. When he does stand still, those near him report that it seems as though waves of energy still pour off of the canine-like creature. He doesn't like it when those near him are still, and will try to get them to move. Ercan is very curious, and often has no sense of self-preservation when he is exploring or investigating. If he finds something new to him, he will try to figure out if there is a way he can play with it. He is extremely fascinated in Earth's wildlife, yet another thing that sets him apart from the other Zvers seen before. He is extremely loyal to his bondmate. He will risk his life for the person he trusts most, taking on dangers that even a lion would back away from. He will do anything his bondmate tells him, unless what he's been ordered to do goes against his perception of right and wrong.
Usual Mood:
Hyper, cheerful

-Skills and weaknesses-

Skills:
Ercan is very adept at sensing human emotion.
Weaknesses:
Although he is sensitive to human emotions, Ercan just doesn't care. He feels nothing for most humans.

-Other information-

Favorite Color:
Light blue
Voice:
Medium pitched bark, very low growl
History:
Ercan was born to a pair of zvers, so he is a pedigree, but that is all we know of his birth. The identity of his parents and any siblings he had is unknown, mainly because he was deemed a runt and tossed into a separate cage, where he was given supplements that helped him grow. Once he was old enough, he was thrown into training, which he surprisingly took very seriously. The rigorous training built his muscles up, filling his thin form out. By the end of the training camp, Ercanbald was as big, if not bigger, than his littermates. When he was finally released for public viewing, he didn't stay in his cage long before escaping.
Story
Ercanbald kept his body low to the ground, his eyes trained on the facility in front of him. The facility he'd escaped from only 24 hours before. He watched as the humans ran back and forth, obviously searching for him. Backing further into the thick underbrush, Ercanbald spun on his heels and bolted into the underbrush, his ears back to help streamline his body. He wasn't going to go back into captivity if he could help it. Once he was out of the area where the humans searched, he ran full out, desperate to put distance between him and his old handlers. Soon enough the sounds of human pursuit died off and he slowed to a walk. He was free, but now he had no idea what to do.