Zvers: [New thread, please lock]

[Metallic Dragon]

You're welcome^^

Edit: Series 3 now available!!!

[Horneddragon]

Wow such beautiful Zvers this time <3 Will the other two ever be re sized like the first?

[That Weird Dragon]

Username: Allyssia_banter
Zver Code #: #CC7677
Name:LightningStrike
Gender: Female
Description: Lightning has a large scar over her main left eye, strikes dance around her feet (If possible but still not moving lol) and her body is a light yellow (Possible to glow?) the end of her tail is a lightning bolt and she has bright lemon yellow bolts on her shoulder one large and three smaller, there is also a twin cherry on her hind (I will send payment for extra aswell as the other filling of the form)
Personality: Lightning is a strong willed and bold girl, she will not take nonsense or rubbish. She moves strongly to emphasize her point. On the occasion she will show light affection but it is common for her to ignore most and is a very threatening presence to be in. Her glare is like ice and her movements so swift she could have you whimpering on the ground at her paws easily. Lightning hates lovey dovey mush and frowns apon most.
Short Introduction:

Lightning, the name of her element, she holds the strenth to comand it, she walks in the shadows striking down the harmful ones but leave the innocent.

Ally, the sweet kind and patient one, she never rushes anything. She holds the aura of pride and protection. But she can be firm hard and harsh if need be.

(WIP)

[Metallic Dragon]

HornedDragon: Yeah, they should shrink soon, photobucket is just taking longer to resize them then it did the first

Allyssia: Customs are not open right now

[Irios Atelis]

Hmmmm.... I quite like them all but none have really jumped out although I think they would all go lovley with Argon and I....

Wonderful job on them

[Starmz ♥]

WIP!

Username:
Starmz

Zver you want:
#CC7

(I edited it slightly, hopefully
you'll realize why later, when you read below. ^-^)

Name:

L ᴀ ᴇ ʟ ɪ ᴀ

Reason you want it:
Firstly, she's really quite gorgeous! (Like all the others~) I've been stalking this thread
for a while, looking around to see which caught my eye,
and CC7 really attracted me. Her colour scheme is simple
yet elegant - I love purple and blue! Her design is
very nice and complements her immensely.

CC7's design also gives me a rather insightful
look at what her personality, as I view it, is like;
graceful and dignified. Purple is often representative
of noble creatures, and I can imagine her being all
respectful yet respected herself. Almost instantly
I can see her dainty, fawn-like grace, trotting at a
brisk pace across an open plain, or bounding fleetingly
fast through a secluded area, attempting to escape.

Secondly, her personality base appeals to me more than the others:
I mean, all of this batch of Zvers' personalities intrigue me,
but I have to admit - I adore CC7's brief fragment of her personality.
Not only does her appearance match completely,
but I am truly a sucker for gentle, shy, withdrawn characters.
(It'd be great if she could be my first Zver with such a personality ;;
to be honest I just need one character such as that for a species as
unique as this, and I'll be satisfied and most likely go for the other
personalities that are just as special)

P.S - Is that a miniature star I spot on her shoulder?!
Oh my. Truly wonderful, 'tis~ ♥

What will you do with it if you win?:
Alright, I'm going to be completely honest here.
I will, if I can find enough space on my siggy, place here there.
If not, I will try to put her on my character thread,
though my character thread has a template for each and every
character, so it can get really very tiring to update it
for each adoptable. ^^; I may or may not get around to it,
but rest assured I will. Eventually. xDD

I might do fan-art of her, though I'm not too good at
different species. I'll more likely commission art instead
of doing it myself. Now, to the writing component:
I'll probably do at least one one-shot, though since I am
quite museless at the moment (and have been for a while...),
don't expect too much from me. Things will be forced,
even if it doesn't seem like that. xD
However, I like to think myself fairly skilled in the art of graphic-making,
and you can look forward to banners/avatars/graphics featuring her c:

I may or may not do a short story, but if there's ever a roleplay
that goes at a nice, natural pace, I'll definitely sign up with her!

Personality:
Despite her darker appearance, CC7 is fairly gentle and has an almost shy disposition.
She's not likely to attack, prefering flight over her fight instinct.
However, when put in situations where she has no other options, she will fight tooth and claw to escape,
leaving her attackers a mangled mess. -- Bear

CC7, or, shall I say, Laelia, is introverted and withdrawn, the latter
mostly due to her duration in captivity. It has become hard for her to trust
someone new, seeing as at first she was more curious and intrigued rather than
fearful once she'd been captured; but after days, which turned into weeks, soon becoming
months on end of captivity, she realized that she wasn't going to be released any time soon.
Or at least, there wasn't any notions nor plans of doing so.

Though she was always rather compassionate and amiable, whenever she felt
that she was threatened and becoming too close for danger for her own good,
she'd lash out fiercely: in self-defense, she reassured herself. She always would
berate herself after such attempts, but deep down, a wiser yet sadder part of her knew
that it would, at times, be necessary. And always would be.

However, once she was finally freed, she could show her beautiful side once more.
The side of her that craved respect and sweetness, one that cared and gave
incessantly; the kind, empathetic side of her. Her coat, allegedly 'darkened' during
the time of her captivity, became brighter once she had been released, almost as if
a light now shone within her, a sign that she'd found a true companion,
a real friend whose understanding and loyalty to her would remain unflagging throughout time.

She became more playful and imaginative, often going into la-la land,
and could demonstrate her creative side more often. Laelia absolutely adored the arts,
especially music and drawing, though she'd been confused as to their purpose
at first. She was also quite interested in Science, the intricate workings of
its' nature never failing to give her a complex mystery that she'd ponder over for
several moments before solving it or leaving it.

The violet Zver is extraordinarily intelligent and clever, not just
displaying her smarts, but also her capability to be wise and trustworthy.
Sometimes she sounds much, much older than she actually is,
whether this is because she absorbs information quickly or just processes it swiftly
is unknown; though it has been noted that she's quite capricious and
perceptive.

But not everything is bubbly and pure after her escape, of course not.
There are more than a few times when she's been caught with a solemn, serious
demeanor, a brooding expression on her face. Whenever that happens,
it's clear that she's thinking back to the darker days. When disbelief, hopelessness
and tension was taut in the air.

She knows better than to mull over that too much, however,
and with the help of her new best friend, who knows? Maybe she can be free
of those mental shackles of her past, finally shake them off and put on
a brave mask of optimism.

Introduction/Story:
'Play these strings,'
Well, it looked like another downer. Though these days such occasions
were rarer, they still happened. No, 'downer' didn't refer to rain.
In fact, she knew that Laelia loved rain. So it wasn't that, not at all!
Exhaling deeply, the former professor tapped the coffee table with her
well-manicured nails, contemplating the events that'd led up to this strange but
exquisite friendship. It was like a bond she'd never had before, something
that would never be shared.
Just you and me.

'As we start to sing,'
Her life was relatively comfortable. She'd settled down with one of her
closest, truest companions - wait, scratch that. Her only soulmate.
Not romantically, but soulmate as in their lives were entwined.
She could practically feel it; their tight, inseparable, unbreakable bond.
Mostly it made her feel safe and warm, but very, very rarely it stifled her.
She'd never admit it though.
Also, Evannia protected her from her harsh, cold past. It could
become brutal at times, when she remembered how it'd been. Caged up.
Treated nothing more like a lowly beast.
Evannia had made her see that she was worthy of much more
than being treated like a disobedient dog, that she wasn't a hopeless
case who should be given up on. That she needn't be completely insecure
and that she had more than several redeeming qualities.
It still chased her, though. Like a dark, restless ghost.

'All in harmony,'
After gazing vaguely in the direction of Laelia for some heartbeats,
she sighed and rose, heading towards her room, which faced the sea.
Which happened to be exactly where Laelia's head was turned.
A noticeable, if subtle, smile crept onto her fair face as she hesitated
for a brief moment. One step towards the salty sea and maybe
she could console her dear friend.
... But, no. She knew better than that.
Swiveling around, she nonchalantly rolled her neck and
winced as the action triggered several sore areas to respond
painfully.

'Words don't fail me,'
Sensing her human friend having went up to her room,
Laelia sighed, partly in relief, partly with anxiety. She could hear
the faintest strains of a CD recording of someone playing the cello
in an orchestra. Normally cellos weren't extremely distinguishable
from all the other stringed instruments, this was a particularly special
piece; one that featured the cello especially.
Obviously, the orchestra wasn't very big.
Continuing to stare out at the wide, dark blue sea, she wondered
what lay in its' inky depths.
The answer was anything and everything, really.

'As I tell the tale,'
Picking up her treasured, aged violin, she tenderly
stroked its strings, content that it was tuned accurately.
Deftly handling the bow, Evannia checked that there was enough
rosin on the horsehair and then, precise as ever, jutted
her arm out at a sharp angle, preparing to play along with the CD.
Providing a wonderful accompaniment, if you may.

'Of her haunting melody,'
Dainty ears pricking up, Laelia knew that she could
never, ever get old of Evannia's violin playing. It was
something she was extraordinarily passionate about: you could
really feel the emotion being conveyed through those notes.
For someone who was usually so stoic and calm, the Zver
admired her for finding an appropriate way of releasing
her pent-up feelings whilst simultaneously creating beautiful music.
Her vision began to blur as she skipped backwards into time once again,
her heartstrings still being tugged by the high, eerie notes that spun
tales of sadness and loneliness, set in a grand, desolate place.
Somewhere that'd been abandoned long ago...

Though she still reacted to the music strongly, Laelia
felt herself slipping away, numbing as the memories rushed back.
After all this time?
Always.

'Her tears will fall,'
Managing to see Laelia close her eyes,
obscuring those two, still pools of midnight momentarily,
she knew that she was going back in time. Evannia
let her, knowing there was nothing she could do now.
Though it cut her to her core, all
she did was simply lift up her bow once again and
start playing the violin.
Perfectly flawless as ever.

'Her eyes are like a gateway to her soul,'
Shuddering, Laelia was no longer in a pretty world filled
with nice, comforting things. She was back in a dank compartment
that neatly trapped her. Even the air here was full of
anguish and desperation. Struggling was no use.
It'd been the second course of action she'd taken, and for all she knew,
the only thing she'd achieved through that was to waste
away her precious energy.

'And when I find that I can't sleep,'
The last few bars faded away as the CD also stopped along with her.
Raising her bow as if to continue with one last improvised line
of the melody, Evannia shook her head and groaned mentally.
She was really too weak, no? Maybe it was a good thing,
it showed that she truly cared for Laelia.
Or maybe it just showed that she was weak. Too weak for this world.

'She'll come and play for me,'
Huh? ... Hmm?
"No, I don't want to wake up... Stop ... Please!"
Those words came out, utterly weak and vulnerable.
Yet she was being embraced. What? Why...?
Of course. Evannia.
Opening her eyes, she realized she was back.
Again.

'Her song so beautifully.'
Tearing up, those translucent, minuscule balls gathered
at the corners of her eyes before finally one
managed to trace a transparent path down her
cheek, the only one which'd successfully broken through
her resilient defenses.
Hugging Laelia tightly, Evannia repeated what she
always said when she couldn't bear her Zver to be hurt anymore.
"I'm so, so sorry. You can't come to terms with it today."
A short pause.
An addition.
"I'll always be with you and I really don't want to
let you go. Not again, not ever."
And she meant it - with all her heart, sincerely.

[Metallic Dragon]

Thanks Nix ^^ I'm rather proud of this series

[Firazon]

Username: Epicsoul
Zver you want:CC7
Name: Dark Sunshine
Reason you want it: Shes so beautiful
What will you do with it if you win?: Make art of her and keep her forever
Personality: Shy, sweet, protective
Introduction/Story:
Silence and hunger were her only friends. She had wandered for days, searching for food and a friend. But she had found nothing and no one. All alone to rot in the darkness. She gazed up at the stars, slowly scanning for the one called Zveraun. Her mother told her thar Zveraun was the greatest Zver that had ever lived. She had been brave and had the courage of a bear. She had fought in what she had believed in. So unlike her. She had run from her enemies and had the courage of a mouse. She scanned the alley then swiftly trotted to the garbage can. She stuck her head in and grabbed a doughnut. Suddenly four dogs came charging out. This was their territory and they wern't going to let a female show them up. They charged. She gracefully bounded away. She frantically zigzagged around the corner and stopped. It was a dead end. She turned to face the dogs and dropped the doughnut. The dogs thinking they had her, barked happily. One went to bit her back leg. Suddenly she was upon them. The one that had tried to bite her was dead in seconds. The others tried to run but to no avail. She killed the last one swiftly. The trotted back to pick up her doughnut. She ate fast, eyeing the shadows. Maybe she did have the courage after all... WIP

[.Arrow.]

Day = made. Absolutely gorgeous zvers, especially the last one.

Username:

.Arrow.

Zver you want:

CC9

Name:

Cianna

Nickname(s):

Cia, Ci

Reason you want it:

It's been quite a while since one caught my eye, but this beautiful girl most definitely has. Her design is absolutely gorgeous and I've totally fallen in love. The design being gears, and in such nice colours, is absolutely wonderful, and I'm drawn to anything even remotely steampunk. Add to that the personality and I can't not try for her.

If I win this lovely girl, she'll be my last normally-adopted zver. I do believe that she would make an excellent final addition to my team. Her colours are a nice contrast to the darker tones of my other zvers and her personality also differs from theirs nicely so it would be a nice balance to have. Already I have many ideas for her story that I am looking forward to exploring.

What will you do with it if you win?:

She will likely be in my signature for a while, and she will join the others on my character site. I may, from time to time, order or do art of her. It is also likely that I'll write about her alongside my other zvers, time permitting. If there is ever another roleplay started I would consider joining with her.

Personality:

Subject CC9 Notes
Small, but feisty, CC9 is not one to mess
around with. She does not take to humans
easily and will not be seduced into
partnership without a lot of patience.
Wild to the core and energetic to boot,
you'd be very lucky to be creative enough
to charm her into befriending you.

High strung and almost always full of energy, Cianna is the type that always has to be doing something. She very rarely sits around doing nothing, and resting and sleeping are very low on her list of priorities. If she's set on something she will run herself ragged, nearly to the point of collapse. She quite enjoys playing games with those she trusts, even when they're not aware that a game is being played.

Her time spent locked up in the lab had a poor effect on her personality. Her already wary nature became one of distrust, especially in regards to humans. Small, enclosed spaces make her panicky and nervous, memories of the lab at the front of her mind during these times. She much prefers being outside, often opting to go so far as to sleep outside.

When one looks past the energy displayed by Cianna, they'll begin to see a truly cunning and intelligent creature. She is almost always on alert, which is partially another side effect of her time spent as a science project, and rarely misses anything. Many of the games she plays are mental ones, tests really, to see reactions and find boundaries. If she is to trust someone, she expects a similar level of intelligence to be present in that being.

Her Introduction:

Footsteps echoed down the hallway, coming closer to where CC9 was crouched. Everything about her screamed wild and dangerous, if the humans could see her now they would flinch with fear. Her eyes were open wide, muscles tensed, the fur along her spine bristling, and her tail sticking swishing silently over the cement floor.

Darkness had fallen in the compound, the only light coming from dim red bulbs spaced far apart down the hall. She had long ago assumed that this meant it was night outside. Most of the humans were no longer in the compound, going off to where ever it was that they spent their time when they weren't around to ruin her life. There were still enough humans around, walking the halls, that it made it hard to sleep at night. They carried weapons, strapped to their sides or held in their hands, that could inflict a serious amount of damage. She'd seen it on a few occassions since she'd arrived here.

Enough was enough though. CC9 was through with tests and being poked and prodded by humans.

She was leaving.

Escaping from her cage had proven to be rather simple. She'd watched how the humans opened and closed it enough times that she'd figured out how the latch worked. Standing up on her hindpaws she'd grabbed for the latch for what felt like ages until she'd managed to knock it loose. Her paw still ached, and she had likely pulled a muscle when she was struggling. The adrenaline coursing through her veins masked any pain that she might normally have felt.

From her hiding spot CC9 could hear the guard's footsteps pause, having found the empty cage. Not even a second later she could hear him moving again, faster than before and gaining speed. He was running straight towards her, clearly planning to sound the alarm. He would not ruin her chance at freedom.


XxXxX


The guard, his name Doug, was a tall young man, someone accustomed to hard work. He'd signed up to work the night shift as a guard for the pay, mostly. Such money would go far for someone who lived a simple life like him. What he hadn't expected upon signing up for the job was how dangerous it could actually be.

In the last month alone there'd been four escapes, and at least two of his colleagues still had the marks to show for it. Others, those who'd worked longer still bore scars from their run ins with escaping creatures. Every day that he went home without a mark he counted himself lucky.

So when he saw the barred door of one of the cages slightly ajar and empty of any creatures, he froze. A chill ran down his spine and he felt cold with fear. Moving again, he went over in his mind what to do in such a situation. He knew he needed to sound an alarm, let the other guards no they had an escaped creature loose in the compound. He quickened his pace, terrified that if he went to slow that his chances of finding the creature would increase.

His hand had already found the gun, which lacked the power to seriously wound or kill anything, that was strapped to his waist. He'd just pulled it from the holster when a blur at the corner of his vision caught his attention. He turned just as the creature slammed into him. Teeth flashed red in the pale light and a blur of fur were the only thing he saw as he fell backwards. He hit the cement floor hard, landing on his back. Sharp teeth sunk into his shoulder and he cried out in pain and struggled pathetically.

Through the terror and pain he remembered the gun, which had fallen just away from his hand. He reached for it, feeling the cool metal against his skin, and grabbed it. He slammed the butt of the gun against the side of the creature's head, knocking it off his chest. He struggled to get to his feet before the creature could turn on him again.


XxXxX


The knock to the head had dazed CC9 momentarily, but her freedom was at stake. Shaking it off, she rounded on the human and launched herself at him again. His arm came up fast, gun still held tightly. She heard the bang seconds before she felt the pain in her shoulder. She hit the human hard and they both went down. The human's head hit the cement wall hard and he slumped to the ground.

CC9 struggled to get back to her paws, pain shooting through her shoulder when she put weight on it. She gritted her teeth and started limping quickly down the hallway, trying to ignore the pain as best she could. There wasn't enough time for her to waste, it wouldn't be long before the guard woke up or someone found him.

Every step brought a fresh wave of pain, and CC9 had to stop several times. As she drew closer to the doors that led outside the alarms finally went off and she could hear guards hurrying down halls. The doors were automatic, having already opened as she approached. The lights on the wall started flashing and the doors started to close. Mustering up her energy, she threw herself through the small opening just before it closed.

The fresh air was almost over whelming at first, she could actually smell trees! Slowly, she heaved herself back up and started limping off into the trees. She didn't know how long she'd walked, but exhaustion and pain were beginning to cloud her mind. So when she smelled the faint scent of another zver she thought she wasn't sure if it was truly real. She followed it anyway.

It could have been only a few feet or a few hundred, but finally she collapsed in an exhausted heap. The last image she saw before losing consciousness were the distorted faces of a human male and a brown furred zver.


XxXxX


Farther off into the trees were a strange pair. A human and a zver. Neither seemed even remotely comfortable in the other's presence, the human watching the creature with suspicion and the creature returning equally distrustful looks. It was clear that the human was not a bond mate to the zver, but there was enough trust between the two.

The human, Brennan, felt much like a babysitter. Well, he would anyways, if the one he was watching wasn't a dangerous animal. Or a dog walker, which did seem more accurate. If the creature he was 'walking' weren't quite so intelligent. Unlike the others, he wasn't very comfortable around the zvers, with their alien features and intelligent eyes. Somehow, though, he'd been roped into 'supervising' Zala while the zver was outside. Apparently staying inside all day with his bond mate left Zala with too much energy, so, since Sven was too busy, Brennan had been tasked with watching the zver.

Brennan didn't notice right away when Zala stopped moving, not until he almost bumped into him. He'd only enough time to notice the tension in Zala's muscles before the zver took off. Not impressed, Brennan ran after the zver, worried and cautious. It wouldn't be the first time they'd had trespassers, but he did hope it was only an animal.

He skirted the tree Zala had gone around and stopped immediately, nearly tripping over Zala. The pair of blue eyes that focussed on them startled him, but they closed within seconds. Brennan's gaze remained stuck to the zver laying there on the path, taking in the sight of the blood with a dazed sort of shock.

Both Brennan and Zala moved forward at the same time, Zala taking in the intruder's scent while Brennan's knelt down beside the unconscious creature. He pulled out his phone, hitting speed dial and speaker before setting it on the ground beside him.

"Hello?" came a voice on the other end.

"Hey, Sven, I've got a small problem," Brennan said as he pulled his sweater off.

"What is it?" Sven asked, alarm clear in his voice. His first thought would have gone to Zala.

As he pressed the sweater against the wound, he responded, "We've found an injued zver out here, I think it's from the lab."

"Hang on, I'll track your location and send a team out." Sven had calmed considerably now that he knew Zala was safe.

"Thanks," Brennan said, leaving the phone where it was as he did his best to treat the wounds.


XxXxX


CC9 had drifted in and out of consciousness since being found, a combination of pain and medications keeping her under. Finally though, she did wake up. Around her she could hear strange machines whirring and beeping, some farther away than others and off to one side there were hushed voices. She couldn't bring herself to worry about those with the pain killers still in her system. The smell was terrible, too clean and unnatural, too similar to the lab. A terrible feeling grew inside of her, a sense of worry that she'd been found and taken back to the lab.

When she opened her eyes and moved her head to get a better view of her surroundings the room spun, leaving her dizzy for a moment. Once her eyes had focussed she found herself in a strange room, one she didn't recognize. She was on some sort of padded table and there were two others against a far wall, empty, along with a lot of strange looking human machines. Her gaze slipped to the source of the voices she'd heard.

Three humans stood along the wall, beside the door. Two males and a female and, based on what she'd observed at the lab, she guessed the one male was significantly older than the other two who looked to be close in age. The younger male turned his head to look at her, his gaze meeting hers. She recognized him, though his features were much clearer now that she wasn't passing out. He brought the other humans' attention to her, all three now looking at her.

CC9 watched as the older male said something else before turning and leaving. Two two remaining humans made their way over to her, moving slowly as though they were worried. It took her a moment to realize that they weren't worried about her attacking, but more worried they'd startle her. Which seemed strange, she'd never seen the other humans act like this.

As they drew closer she realized she vaguely recognized the female too, she must have seen her at some point when she was drifting in and out. The pair paused beside the table where she lay. While the male continued to watch her, the woman turned to a machine near the bed.

"Everything alright, Natalia?" he asked, his voice quiet, soft. Almost. . . soothing. Again, as if trying not to startle her.

"It all looks good, she should be fine now," the woman replied, matching the man's soft tone. "She'll need a name, if we're really going to convince them to let her stay."

Still moving slowly, the man raised his hand. When CC9 tensed, he stopped moving. He waited until she'd relaxed slightly before finishing the motion. His hand landed lightly on her head, hesitantly he began stroking behind her ear. It was surprisingly soothing, and the look on the woman's face was also encouraging. A smile, something CC9 had rarely seen at the lab.

"How about Cianna?" the male suggested, seeming nervous. The woman nodded, seeming to agree with the name. CC9, Cianna, rather liked it too.

For the first time in what felt like forever Cianna felt good, almost happy even. Maybe it was possible for there to be good humans. After a moment she recognized the feeling: Hope.

XxXxX

It's been too long since I last did much writing, I feel like this is harder than it should've been even though I have plenty of ideas. I need to start writing again :\.
This has gotten a bit long so I'll cut it off here. My apologies for length O.o

[Metallic Dragon]

Ahh yes, the third one is probably one of my favorites that I have colored so far. She turned out so pretty ^^