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[Cion Keiasta]

Welcome~

[Metallic Dragon]

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[Metallic Dragon]

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but I am truly a sucker for gentle, shy, withdrawn characters.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.

This story... it nearly brought me to tears and I'm not really sure why... Congratulations Starmz, she's yours ^-^

[Starmz ♥]

D'aww,
thank you~! <3
I have to admit, I rushed a little
since I had to finish my form in 30 minutes
but I'm glad you liked it c':

*plonks her in siggy*

[Metallic Dragon]

You're welcome ^^

[Starmz ♥]

Just realized I forgot to remove WIP.
Ah well. xD

[Metallic Dragon]

It's no worries, haha, I could see that your form was complete, even with the WIP at the top

[Cion Keiasta]

DD I loved your form ^^ I see why you got her

[Ashenjay]

Username:
Moon~*
Zver you want:
Name:
CC9, the feisty femme~
Reason you want it:
Zvers. I never knew about their existence until I clicked Starmz' sig, and here I am! A world of awesomeness. I realized that CC9 was up, and fell in love; white, with cool markings. Her personality were perfect too, I'm looking for a funny female who can really keep me delighted in the cyber world. This Zver seems to be just the one. Her factory-like markings are really cool, mostly because most of my characters have natural swirly markings, and this Zver will be a stark contrast to all my other characters. This might be short, but one thing ofr sure; I'm enchanted ^^
What will you do with it if you win?:
I will give her a home in my character page, and she might show up in my sig too. I'll write stories for her when I have the muse ^^ Also, I can make her appear in this thread during different times. This doesn't sound like much, but she will always be awake in a part of my consciousness. The Internet isn't all, you know.
Personality:
Feisty, funky, funny and moody, this Zver is named Frolice for a reason. She frolics around here and there, and caused quite a trouble for the scientists. She was very adventurous and curious about the world, and was an exciting Zver. Despite her life in a cage, she remains optimistic and jolly; you can't make her ever become serious or depressed. When she's near, a crying person can smile and giggle in joy.
Introduction/Story:

Frolice. . .CC9. Many Zvers were being tested, and being treated like simple demons, though they had done nothing wrong. But one day, CC9, who had the nickname Frolice because of her frolicsome attitude, had the chance of escape. . .and she did.
The chance came when a few cildren came to the lab. Thier parents were the scientists, obviously, and they looked here and there, giggling. CC9 stared at tehm in awe, and tugged at the bars in agitation.
The kids noticed, and ran over to her.
"Dad," asked a girl. "Why's this cutie locked up? Let her go!"
"No, honey. She's a dangerous creature. She must be in here."
The girl pouted, and looked sympathetically at CC9. Her friends just laughed and continued to run around the lab, but the girl kept her eyes and her heart on Frolice.

That night. Everyone was gone, but Frolice entered the lab slowly adn quietly. CC9 was jerked awake from her sleep, and growled. She snarled to tel lthe girl that she was aware, and would attack.
"Don't worry," whispered the little kid tenderly. "I'm here to help." she jingled keys. and unlocked the cage. CC9 was startled, adn blibnked in utter bewilderment.
"Go," whispered the girl.
Frolice looked at the open bars, and teh open window, and without scond thought she scooted out to freedom and out to the open. The girl smiled and clapped her little hands.

Frolice was. . .confused. SHe had never been out of the lab, despite the fact she longed for glorious freedom; what was she to do? SHe bolted in her own fear, dashing through the alien woods and the odd scene that she had nevers seen before, too frighteneda and confounded to care about the beauty of nature and freedom.
The world was so. . .big. So big; all she knew about the world was the teeny weeny lab, and here she was, in the giant realm of mother nature.. .she took a breath, looking around her at the huge trees adn the open sky, and allowed herself one small smile.
Then she heard an odd rustle, and whipped around with a snarl.
She blinked to see the litle girl, smiling hugely at her
"I'm glad youd id it," she said. "By the way, my name's Becky. I want to call you. . .Frolice. Is that fine?"
Frolice let out a low growl, but truth to be told, she liked this human. She was. . .different. From the other lab adults who were cold blooded and brutal; this female was lively, optimistic, and a kind partner. And quite jolly too, in fact, that Frolice enjoyed her little conversations for their personality matched/ Perhaps they could be good friends.
Letting her mind loosen and melt, she let out a low, purring noise and approached the human carefully, as if she was the hopeful future. . .

WIP~

[Horneddragon]

Username:
Horneddragon
Zver you want:
#CC9
Name:
Zylphia Seline Lenihan
(Zye-Lif-ee-ah Say-leen Lay-Nee-Han)
A full name, Cora decided This Zver was worthy of a Full name, A rare case on earth now a days.

Nickname(s):
Frequently Called "Doc." By those who have gained her trust
Cora frequently calls her Selle

Reason you want it:
I got to say It Was hard for me to choose between the 2 i absolutely adored in this litter/ group. #CC7 Now known as Laelia was the first to catch my eye with her intricate curves and patterns i adored her. After some scrolling down i saw # CC8 the poor forgotten boy of the litter, beautiful yet unable to compare to the two females he was put up with </3. Then I scrolled on, and I saw Her beautiful snow white fur mixed with those blue eyes, blue eyes.. my one serious weakness when it comes to any adoptable. And her design Oh! her design, so simple yet each time i see her a smile works its way into my expression. She Looks like an intellectual on first impression, yet it seems after reading her blurb, she is a wily oung creature.. yet i can see her having a classy side. Its a hard choice for me, but I WILL tame this Zver, I WILL ride this bull. And I WILL make her my own.

What will you do with it if you win?:
I plan on fitting her into Cora, Will, And Blar's Story. It is a bit of a "post apocalyptic" one, and really I enjoy using the three, she would have a good home with a Tracker dog, Blar, And two Cybernetic organisms, that look on the most part like Humans. Their story is also Paired with Tate and Bindi, And other Tracker dog Human like pair, But tate is an Alien from a planet filled with water and coral cities. This world is dead, pollution runs thick, yet my 'heros' as they have come to be known, show some resistance to the pollution destroying their world. Most life is dead, It is Bleak, Yet those who have chosen to to, have forged great cities and lifestyles among the blasphemy that once was the Beautiful planet earth.

Personality:
~ The beauty of the wild ~

In Short

CC9 Is a Zver that is very much Wild a heart, She has a fiery temper, and not easily tamed. She is not one to listen to orders, and frequently goes about doing her assigned project, and/or other tings in her own way. In all reality she does not like being told what to do, and tends to react very badly if scolded or reprimanded for her actions. In addition to this, she is not a very social creature, She detests being in largely populated areas, more specifically those populated by humans or human like creatures, though she is more likely to accept the later. She does seem to get along well enough with other quadrupedal creatures, though she will quickly assert dominance over them. Though her wildness would seem to ruin the Zver, CC9 has a deep set class, and almost vain like streak. She has been known to sit for hours cleaning herself, and neatening her fur and other various areas of her body, She does not like to get messy or dirty, and frequently changes coarse to avoid such hindrances as mud or dirt.

Highlights

Wild
A thick troaty growl resounded from the bushes ahead, the men stopped unsure. They knew it was here, they had tracked it for days. Its white pelt stood out , a beacon of life withing the dead world. The lead hunter Smiled a crooked yellow toothed smile, and adjusted his gun. They were set to stun, to tranquilize but what if the animal was 'accidentally' killed in the process of capture? It was just an animal anyway, a dangerous one at that. He ran his tongue over his teeth as he envisioned that stunning white pelt laying beneath his feet, stroking its luminescent softness. Why should the beast be allowed to keep such a treasure? Why should a beauty be spoiled in the wilds? Grin turning devilish, he motioned the others out of the way, They had it cornered, it had no were to run, With a flick of his wrist he brought his gun around, aimed an fired. The dart flew straight and true, and the beasts inhuman screech was enough to say he had hit his mark. With another smirk he moved in, The beast would not get away, It was his.

The hunter was so caught up in the thrill of hitting his mark he did not see the eyes, two wild blue orbs shimmering coldly at him as he approached. As he stared dumbfound at the spot he expected CC9 to be laying in, She attacked. Sharp dagger like teeth biting deep into soft human flesh, She felt the very bones of his body break under her sheer weight alone. After his screams of pain had subsided to gurgles, and his thrashing has ceiced she let go of her target. Slowly she stalked off deeper into the under brush, having gained a slight limp from the heavy dart embedded deeply into her thigh.

Intellegent

CC9's Walk took her deeper into the woods, She was tired now, her thigh throbbed from time to time, and with each moment that passed she found herself sinking deeper into delirium. Had the world been so dark before? Was each sound around her so loud? She could not remember the world as it had been before getting shot. She new only one thing that still mattered, Get away. Her increasingly weary steps soon took her out of the woods, It was there she paused. The great expanse before he was nothing more than yellow sanded desert, Squinting her blurry eyes she could just make out the sky line of one of the long dead cities that seemed to populate this area. With a delirious sigh she turned to head deeper into the woods, the sharp crack of a twig not far off, forced her ears flat to her head. A low growl rocked her weary form, They were close. Hunters many of them, all looking for her, to put her back into the hated cages. To take her back to that lab. Another crack brought her back to reality, she had but once choice. She would never allow them to take her back to that hated place of evil and pain, slowly she turned, The only other choice was the desert. One white paw stretched out to touch the sun warmed sand, a grimace like expression fell across her face as a cloud of dirt rose up to meet her paw. Great With a tired huff she set off at the fastest pace she could manage.

Vain

Dirty, Disgusting, Vile, CC9 now felt all these things and more. She was no longer the pristine White beauty she had once been. Her fur was tangled matted and dirty with the blood of the hunter who was human, and the yellow sand of the desert. She smelled like old meat, a scent that alone brought tears to her eyes, she could no longer bare too stop and drink from the occasional oasis, her own reflection soured her mood even more. They had done this to her.. humans.. all of them. How dare they. She would make them pay, All of them. Or at least the next one she found.




Introduction/Story:

Cora's Dark eyes opened wide to the glaring sun beating down ahead, With a hiss she rolled over. Shielding them as her censors reeled in unison to compensate. After flicking through a few of their settings she settled on one. It functioned much like the eye were 'normals' called sunglasses, an ancient and primitive technology humans of old once wore out side of their bodies. She scoffed at the thought. After blinking away the few remaining spots the sun had left in her eyes she looked around.

Though they were technically in the middle of a once great city, The buildings, now nothing more than iron skeletons supporting sparse amounts of concrete, did noting to stop the suns hungry skin damaging rays. Her eyes fell across her own bare skin. If she were a normal human, she'd be well covered in clothing, and those parts of her that were exposed would be deeply slathered with protective ointments. But Cora was no normal human, and the sun which would normally strip a normal human dry of all liquid leaving them nothing more than a crippled husk, barely browned her normally pale skin.

A heavy yawn behind her brought Cora back from her pondering, her dark eyes fell on her companion Will. The abnormally pale skinned blond haired male who had been with her since she could first remember looked up towards the sky. His blue eyes tinted grey with their shading. Noticing her gaze he flashed a crooked smile her way, and slowly uncoiled himself from the large Beastly tracker dog that had become his adoring companion. She sniffed, her eyes tracing over the dark brown mass of matted fur and slobber, How Will could have ended up bonded to anything so... vulgar she did not know. Cora mentally shook her head as the Dog rolled over in his sleep and let out a monstrous snort, Pawing the air with its large claws