{Ahzenai Mingle Spot v.2}

[Shiko Hayashi]

Ahzenai Entering: Rutoriel
Personality

Rutoriel watched as small phosphorous lights glistened below the catwalk. She looked over her shoulder at her partner, glaring at him. 'I seriously can't believe your making me do this..." She whispered hoarsely. Her voice was strained from nervousness and a deep blush was spread across her cheeks. Wolf grinned and, without her consent, pushed her onto the cat walk. Rutoriel yelped and skidded forward. She looked down at all the onlookers and her heart skipped nervously. She began to walk, placing one step in front of the other so her tail swayed elegantly in the air. As she got about halfway down, her nervousness began to fade. It wasn't that bad! She lifted her head higher, baring her silky smooth chest fur to the others, excitement and joy glistening in her eyes. As she took a pose at the end, she took one that befitted her the most. She sat down, and flicked her ears up, and her tail held high. She looked like a regal queen, gazing down with love and a steadiness that was rarely seen among most. She turned back around and walked back, practically floating with happiness.

That had been more fun than she had thought. She glanced at Wolf as she returned, grinning a wide, toothy smile. Then she coughed and looked away, blushing with embarrassment as Wolf smirked at her. "How boring!" She complained, putting on a facade for him. Wolf shrugged, and Rutoriel internally smacked herself. It was no use trying to fool the blind boy. He knew her better than anyone else. She might put on a calm, steady front, but Rutoriel liked having fun just as much as the next Ahzenai.

[Queen Vivane]

Well I have Cicero's entry done currently writing up Duriels but his less warm personality is giving me problems. Grr he only cooperates with my Worgen gal who is busy trying to stop Cicero from causing chaos while Duriel takes his catwalk turn lol

[Shiko Hayashi]

Sorry Onyx, for not including a picture of Rutoriel. I couldn't find her original one....
Do you per chance, still have it?

[LostGosling]

Is this her? It was on the main Ahzenai site in the list of everybody's Ahz. :3

She's very pretty, by the way.

[Shiko Hayashi]

Is this her? It was on the main Ahzenai site in the list of everybody's Ahz. :3

She's very pretty, by the way.

Yep! That's my Rutoriel!
Thanks Lost!
I'm glad you think so. She's the only character I currently have that has pink in her. I hate pink, but I love her.

[Ulysses]

Ahzenai Entering: (one form for each Ahz) Aresann C:


Personality: (Write a short story of your Ahz taking its turn down the catwalk, showcasing their personality.)

Aresann was feeling a strange giddy sensation. The feeling crawled from her toes and all the way up to her nose, wriggling and twisting through all her veins. It made her feel as though she was buzzing. With a loud sneeze, she pushed the feeling out along with a little snot and a gust of carbon dioxide. And then she was ready to head down the catwalk.

She was participating solely in the hope that a portrait of her could be sold by Jackie for money to fund their expensive traveling. Darstrund had been in complete support of Jackie's decision to sell Aresann for a little monetary padding, and the two worked together to drag the reluctant Aresann into the contest.

Aresann felt a dripping sensation on her left shoulder. She looked behind her. Nothing there. She looked up. Ja'aklesh perched triumphant on a tree limb, clasping a small glass bottle between his jaws. He hid it away before Aresann could read its label. Aresann flinched, a slightly worried expression on her face as she wondered what exactly he had been pouring on her.

"I hope," Ja'aklesh purred in a very soothing manner, "that you enjoy your performance... I plan to make it... spicy..." He grinned, flashing small, pointy, pearly whites. And with that, he was gone. And all that was left was the echo of his ominous smile.

Aresann shook the trickster's methods of intimidation off. He was just trying to get to her, like he tried with everyone else. He seemed to especially enjoy tormenting Darstrund, who was a very old-fashioned sort of Ahz. So she stepped out onto the promenade.

Aresann's steps were very light and very fast. She almost danced across the walk, a sort of jig. Her freshly groomed pelt gleamed in ripples as her muscles moved. She jigged down to the end of the platform, and then, with a sudden surge of confidence, she leaped. Aresann leaped a little two high. She hit an oil lamp that had been placed alarmingly close to the catwalk. And her fur erupted into flames. With a cry of panic, she dashed around in a circle, the flames chasing her like racing greyhounds. After a good minute of this chasing, while the spectators panicked and tried to find a fire extinguisher, Aresann realized that the flames were not actually burning her. Also, they were located only on her shoulder. She paused in her running a moment and the crowd started to quiet back down, staring in wonder at the docile orange glow. Aresann remembered Ja'aklesh with a snap. And then, a whisper to her left. "I hope you enjoyed the spicy." Aresann whirled to face the source of the whisper, but Ja'aklesh was already gone.

She was about done with the competition. With a sudden surge, Aresann leaped ten feet back onto the platform and galloped back into the waiting area for contestants. Jackie let out a shrill shriek when she saw that Aresann was on fire and grabbed a fire extinguisher that she had started keeping in her pack since Ja'aklesh had joined them. And so, Aresann's terrifying experience was over.

"You would think that Aresann's experience is now over," said Ja'aklesh, piercing the darkness with his strange yellow eyes.
"But the sadistic pleasure that I attain from tormenting the dear Aresann is far too enjoyable to cease the torment this early on. Please do anticipate a much greater trick next time, dear audience. Next time will be a real blast. And by the way, the solution I poured on our dear Aresann was a mixture of Isopropyl, water and Sodium Chloride. Please do look it up. I enjoy instructing eager disciples in the ways of chicanery..."

-Ulyss. Hope you enjoyed! I love writing with Ja'aklesh. "Evil" characters are really interesting... e3e

[SpartanAmethyst]

Ahzenai Entering:
Revire

Personality:
This was her moment. Revire took a deep breath and put one paw up on the cat walk; she was made for this. Revire smiled as she pulled herself up and waited for the Ahzenai before her to return. "Great job," she said as they passed. Taking a deep breath, she effortlessly placed one paw in front of the other in a perfect line as she slowly strode out onto the cat walk. Her fur shone beautifully in the moonlight, the interchanging leopard spots and tiger stripes standing out vibrantly against the white. Her fur was brushed to perfection, thanks to her loving mate, and her eyes shone with happiness at a chance to perform. She wanted to sing, but that might have been too much, so she stayed quiet.

Revire snapped out of her Revire as she came closer to the audience. She gave a warm, soft smile as she approached, her crystal blue eyes shimmering as they swept over the crowd. Each step seemed to be more graceful than the last, and that's how she wanted it to appear. As Revire reached the end of the cat walk she paused, winking at her mate in the crowd and to a few of the other single male Ahz, just for a lick of fun. Finally Revire turned back, her tail giving a graceful wave as she retreated back down the cat walk in the same fashion as she appeared, silently and gracefully to give the next Ahzenai their turn. "Good luck," she murmured happily as she passed them, then sat behind the cat walk to anxiously await the results.



Ahzenai Entering:
Ami
(She isn't in the Archives yet, I don't think.)

Personality:
Ami mentally growled. Why was Revire making her do this? She took on a military bearing, holding her chin level and her blue eyes staring harshly forward as she came to the beginning of the cat walk. She halted and took a deep breath; her forepaws rested together and her hind legs at normal interval, as if she was at attention. Keeping her facade, she mentally gave the command and began to march forward, one foot in front of the other in cadence. Ami cursed in her head, silently yelling at Revire. She could see the white, red, and black female Ahz out of her peripheral vision. At the end of the runway she halted back at attention, her tail hald stiffly behind her. She really didn't want to do this. After a moment's pause, never once breaking her bearing, Ami saluted then swung around and marched back off of the cat walk, not breaking cadence until she was off the horrid structure. Afterwards, Ami proceeded to walk over and sit beside Revire and Clockwork, obviously not too happy with what she had just endured.

[Queen Vivane]

Ahzenai Entering: Cicero

Personality:

Cicero paces watching the other ahzenai take their tuns showing off on the catwalk "are you sure this is a good thing for Cicero to be doing, wolfy friend?" he asks the Worgen currently running a brush through their mutual dark furred companions coat. "Everyone deserves a chance to shine Cicero" she says with a smile and plants a gentle kiss between his eyes ignoring Duriels growl of protest. The red ahz takes a deep breath before lining up at the side of the catwalk "next up is Cicero" the announcer calls.

With an energetic leap Cicero bounds onto the catwalk his plasma element flaring wonderfully as he lifts one paw and pushes his chest outward "even Cicero can look regal lovely crowd" he calls with a laugh before spinning away. He bounds down the catwalk throwing in the occasional spinning leap he could hear the delighted laughter of his friend from where she stood with Duriel and that boosted his confidence. "Cicero is very much so enjoying himself" he says to himself with a smile, pretending to leap at the audience just to hear them gasp which has him laughing as he bends down haunches wiggling happily while he grins at the crowd.

He swipes at some of the nearer onlookers who jump back, Cicero laughs harder and bounds back up the catwalk "thank you lovely crowd Cicero has enjoyed himself very much so" he cackles and pounces upon his friends.

Ahzenai Entering: Duriel

Personality:

He stands silently by her side enjoying the fingers that are combing through his red ruff and gently scratching at the itch he can never seem to reach. "You'll be wicked I just know it" she whispers in his ear as her arms wind round his neck in a fond embrace. "Go show off that lithe physique of yours and rocks their world" she laughs, he walks away with a soft sigh wishing she would return his feelings and sits by the edge of the catwalk. The ahz before him returns and Duriel steps up onto the catwalk as his blue eyes ice over turning cold and unfeeling as they sweep over the crowd.

His plasma element dances slowly above his back as he makes his way to the end of the catwalk head held high. He ignores the crowd and pretends that there isn't anyone but him and the Worgen he holds so dear. He longs for her his icy heart melting just for her only ever for her. "Look at how he holds himself this Ahzenai doesn't like to play by all the rules" a young woman whispers breaking his concentration. He glares at the crowd how dare they interrupt his thoughts of her "look well crowd you will only ever see ice" he hissed claws, scratching the rock below him as Ahzen seems to drop a few degrees in temperature.

Duriel walks back up the catwalk head held higher and eyes focused on the exit point "oh Duriel" she sighs as he steps off the catwalk and returns to her side ignoring the twitching red ahz in her grip.

[Ashenjay]

Ahzenai Entering:
Seheza~ <3
Personality:
As a deer, a bear, or even a lioness, such a beautiful creature would be marked by all the males and females alike; lavender fur, dreamy, swirly stripes, lovely henna markings on her limbs and tail. . .
Any other creature would have fallen for a beauty. Not Ahzenai.
Many wooers and Ahzenai marvelled at tough, demon-like, mysterious flaming and evil markings; such Ahzenai were looked upon in wonder and honor. Yet. . .
As far as Seheza knew, they had no love for a lovely little girl like her, because her outer looks was too nice, too lovely, and too weak.
Nobody seemed to be very interested in her appearances, despite how popular she was with the other creatures of the land; depressed, lonely, and burning with longing to prove herself, that she was just as beautiful and great as all those other Ahzenai.
Now was her chance.
Seheza remembered the day she had signed up to enter the beauty contest, the first one ever existed in the world of Ahzenai; there was a deep, meaningful meaning that she had done this.
Many young females were interested in being called the most beautiful, the most pretty, but Seheza was entering for a reason larger than that.
She was an outsider, a loner, simply because her outer appearances were not so attractive in terms of Ahzenai, and, she had never been truly loved for who she was; deep inside, Seheza knew, that she was a very clever, and emotional, and gentle and fair Ahzenai inside her.
Yet she had never gotten any chance, no chance at all, to prove that fact, for nobody would care to even say ‘Hello,’ to her as she passed by.
Now was the ultimate chance for her whole entire life.
The time to prove that she was special.
[Flashback~]
“Hello, sir,” says Seheza softly. “I would like to enter the beauty pageant.”
She nods in gratitude, her heart flutters in sheer excitement and fear of the close future.
[Flashback ends~]
A few days had passed since that very day, and Seheza was concentrating, concentrating that she must prove herself and act like she truly was; she instinctively knew that she was different from the Ahzenai, being loving and gentle and not fierce. It was the way she was, and she was unique, not weird.
Here she was. Standing on the start of the catwalk that would led to her success or ruin her entire life from now on; as embarrassed and fluttery her timid heart was, she had to do this.
The catwalk was a long, rather fancy, path of rocks. It might look not special to the eyes of others, but to her. . .it was the passage of everything.
She felt her heart beat, beat, beat and the audience train their eyes on her, watching. She could not pick up any feeling from them; no love, no interest, no hate, no dislike. . .from now on was the real act. It all depended on her very action.
Timidly, she took a step forward. No, she was not going to act brave and powerful, she was going to act the way she was, and reveal her true inside; for she knew herself. Her advantages and disadvantages. Her special traits.
Taking another step forward, she lifted her chin high in true pride in a challenging way; clearly, she was giving the message; Look at me. This is who Seheza, who was born from Moon’s Vortex, is; this is the true me.
With her eyes open wide to show her deep emotions with utmost clarity, she found herself at the end of the catwalk, in front of the audience.
So close she was to the onlookers. . .
She stood there, at the very point of her life after the show which was so, so important to her. She had done her best to show herself. Now, she looked around at the audience. Would they cheer? Would they laugh? Would they. . .ignore her?
Her heart fluttering, Seheza watched the crowd, waiting desperately for their reaction.



OTHER;
Thanks 3B for my beautiful custom, and thank you everyone who has cared to read until here; I am really intent on making my Seheza shine in the Ahz thread because I love her dearly. Thank you.

[anarchy, inc.]

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