by CaptainHiccup » Fri Sep 16, 2011 8:16 am
Calicokat wrote:<3Fenris<3 wrote:Your Username: <3Fenris<3
Ahzenai's Name: Kalathae
Gender: Female
Horn typed: Curled
Element: (Plasma, Gas, Liquid, Matter or None) Matter
Pattern/description: Fallen Angel
Custom form EDIT: I forgot to say what sort of horns I wanted and I changed my mind on the description thing/theme its two words hope thats okay <3
Accepted! Customs closed.
by Mukumuku » Fri Sep 16, 2011 8:45 am
nocNOCTUA wrote:Oh God Muku. I want to strangle you and laugh at you at the same time. I'm glad you had fun, though. eue;
by Onyxeva » Fri Sep 16, 2011 9:01 am
by || P H Y N I X || » Fri Sep 16, 2011 9:02 am
by Kat. » Fri Sep 16, 2011 9:22 am
No pics, just interaction. Plus, the only thing I understood from his discription was "You'll be back for more, babe." x3]
by Noctilida » Fri Sep 16, 2011 9:25 am
by ToastWhisperer » Fri Sep 16, 2011 9:28 am
There was a sudden shift in color, a transition from earth browns and reds to contrasting teal streaked with whorls of pink, as the vortex again worked itself in to frenzy, signaling the imminent arrival of a new Ahzenai. The occasional flashes of rosy whites seemed to eddy and drift at once faster and against the remainder of the vortex, almost mesmerizing in their distinctiveness. The pink bands paused but for a moment, then swiftly converged to a circular central mass, bright spots of gray gold popping and flickering, until a smooth-stepped Ahzenai glided effortlessly out, the pink colors fading as though he was pulling them from the vortex as he left.
He chuffed once, twice, a sort of throat clearing cough that implied disarming ordinariness, professing that he was but another conventional Ahzenai, and would not be prone to any form of strangeness or peculiarity. Wooing him, then, should seem a simple enough task, his unassuming personality further implied as he seemed to wait for further instruction or direction, with no particular inclinations of his own.
“Levorith,” declared Valcyon, as though there was something to be noted, something memorable, in the name if nothing else.
Before making his way to the humans, all eagerly awaiting his first move, he meandered a bit, circling around his fellow Ahzenai, the picture of innocent curiosity searching for reassurance. Guileless pale gold eyes blinked rapidly, absorbing all he saw with gusto. If his eyes tended to linger on those with finer shapes, more interesting markings, higher quality posture, the most riveting conversation, this too could easily be attributed to curiosity. It was only when Levorith became prone to initiating direct contact with these more appealing Ahzenai that an inkling of truth was shown; his judgment of character and desirability lied predominantly with his own aesthetic sense, and he would have his desires and conclusions be known.
A saucy wink and purr ruthlessly shattered any preconceptions of naivety; here was an Ahzenai who knew what he wanted and was not afraid to go get it. The female he’d been cozying up to snapped, rather offended by his chauvinistic antics, and he backed up with a jaunty hop skip, physically speaking, ‘you’ll be bake for more later, babe, I promise.’
Finally turning away from the congregated Ahzenai, he returned his attention to the humans. Obviously playing innocent was a guise run out of purpose; a different tactic must be here employed. So he strutted, placing one navy blue paw in front of the other in an exaggerated, highly predatory swagger, dark blue tail flicking sharply side to side, head help high and nose lifted at the optimum angle for balancing plates.
He made for the females first, naturally, for they were clean, smelled sweet, and tended towards visually appealing clothing, adorned with trinkets that only further highlighted physical beauty.
“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?” came a rumbling purr, molten voice dripping with innuendo.
Designed by nocNoctua, written by Mukumuku.
Judging will occur on: September 17th.
by Kat. » Fri Sep 16, 2011 9:31 am
Lemme go buy one Should that round of customs be done before Levorith is done judging? I really wanna play an Ahzenai for this woo, my gosh. *waits patiently then goes to purchase MLV*]by dogshrimp » Fri Sep 16, 2011 9:33 am
There was a sudden shift in color, a transition from earth browns and reds to contrasting teal streaked with whorls of pink, as the vortex again worked itself in to frenzy, signaling the imminent arrival of a new Ahzenai. The occasional flashes of rosy whites seemed to eddy and drift at once faster and against the remainder of the vortex, almost mesmerizing in their distinctiveness. The pink bands paused but for a moment, then swiftly converged to a circular central mass, bright spots of gray gold popping and flickering, until a smooth-stepped Ahzenai glided effortlessly out, the pink colors fading as though he was pulling them from the vortex as he left.
He chuffed once, twice, a sort of throat clearing cough that implied disarming ordinariness, professing that he was but another conventional Ahzenai, and would not be prone to any form of strangeness or peculiarity. Wooing him, then, should seem a simple enough task, his unassuming personality further implied as he seemed to wait for further instruction or direction, with no particular inclinations of his own.
“Levorith,” declared Valcyon, as though there was something to be noted, something memorable, in the name if nothing else.
Before making his way to the humans, all eagerly awaiting his first move, he meandered a bit, circling around his fellow Ahzenai, the picture of innocent curiosity searching for reassurance. Guileless pale gold eyes blinked rapidly, absorbing all he saw with gusto. If his eyes tended to linger on those with finer shapes, more interesting markings, higher quality posture, the most riveting conversation, this too could easily be attributed to curiosity. It was only when Levorith became prone to initiating direct contact with these more appealing Ahzenai that an inkling of truth was shown; his judgment of character and desirability lied predominantly with his own aesthetic sense, and he would have his desires and conclusions be known.
A saucy wink and purr ruthlessly shattered any preconceptions of naivety; here was an Ahzenai who knew what he wanted and was not afraid to go get it. The female he’d been cozying up to snapped, rather offended by his chauvinistic antics, and he backed up with a jaunty hop skip, physically speaking, ‘you’ll be bake for more later, babe, I promise.’
Finally turning away from the congregated Ahzenai, he returned his attention to the humans. Obviously playing innocent was a guise run out of purpose; a different tactic must be here employed. So he strutted, placing one navy blue paw in front of the other in an exaggerated, highly predatory swagger, dark blue tail flicking sharply side to side, head help high and nose lifted at the optimum angle for balancing plates.
He made for the females first, naturally, for they were clean, smelled sweet, and tended towards visually appealing clothing, adorned with trinkets that only further highlighted physical beauty.
“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?” came a rumbling purr, molten voice dripping with innuendo.
Designed by nocNoctua, written by Mukumuku.
Judging will occur on: September 17th.
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