
Design, story and judging by Perditio Noctis (Trying out a new name. ^^;)
Notes: This one is mute. 8D I think she should be interesting. The good thing is, you get to name her. To maximize your chances of winning, get creative! Body language! Sign language can count too, but come on, the entire woo in sign language is a little cheap. =U
Judging will take place on Sunday, April 29th, and a warning will be given depending on my schedule. I'll be judging based on how creatively you react to the Ahzenai, how well I think you match her personality, and the name you give her. You may woo this Ahzenai whether you already own her or not.






Perditio Noctis wrote:V O R T E X
As Chiinak made his rounds, the vortex seemed to settle down. The light flickered and dimmed, the swirling slowed to a lazy spin, and the opening shrank to a modest size. Unnoticed by all, a hazy mist began to detach itself from the vortex, as if it was shedding parts of itself into its surroundings. The vortex grew and the spinning hastened once more, but it remained silent and comparatively slow compared to its other flare-ups. A smoky-tipped paw quietly emerged from the center. It lowered itself and was followed by a vividly-colored head, eyes closed, nostrils flaring with the new Ahzenai's first breath. Slowly, quietly, the rest of the Ahzenai surfaced until the dark gray tail tip finally cleared the light. The haze from the vortex then coalesced at the creature's back, and dark masses of matter materialized. She blinked open her eyes for the first time and surveyed the crowd.
By this time, she had Valcyon's attention, though a good part of the crowd had not seen her due to her silent entrance. He nodded in acknowledgement as she made her way towards him, perching herself on the rock beside him. He faced out towards the crowd and opened his mouth to declare her name, but the new Ahzenai placed a paw on his lips. Valcyon turned his head towards her in confusion. She closed her eyes and shook her head gently. Still nameless, she climbed down the rock to meet the humans.
This one was mute. It wasn't that she had a physical problem, she simply chose not to speak. No one has ever, or will ever hear her voice. She much preferred the quiet, actually. Expression, she found, was much more interesting and beautiful when nonverbal. She sniffed the air curiously and smiled. Perhaps she would become a dancer. That could potentially be fun. She continued to weave her way through the crowd, wincing at the clashing of the chatter on her ears. Ugh. The Ahzenai quickly changed tack and half-ran to a relatively deserted spot under a tree. She lay herself down and waited for her suitors, hoping to whatever god there was that there was someone who knew the art of silent speech.Design, story and judging by Perditio Noctis (Trying out a new name. ^^;)
Notes: This one is mute. 8D I think she should be interesting. The good thing is, you get to name her. To maximize your chances of winning, get creative! Body language! Sign language can count too, but come on, the entire woo in sign language is a little cheap. =U
Judging will take place on Sunday, May 6th, and a warning will be given depending on my schedule. I'll be judging based on how creatively you react to the Ahzenai, how well I think you match her personality, and the name you give her. You may woo this Ahzenai whether you already own her or not.
Vortex post format stolen from 3B because it's so pretty and organized. eue; And because I'm too lazy to do my own formatting. Also, when Onyx re-uploads the image to the Ahzenai photobucket, this image link will be replaced.

Form wrote:Username: forever~blue
Ahzenai you're wooing: Hmm, I shall name her, Optamia
[I just love her colors. One of my favorites!]
"Anise"
Woo wrote:Woo:
As the new Ahzenai, Chiinak went around, meeting and talking to the other Ahzenai, a quiet appearance was made. Oh, was she beautiful. She had smoky, almost black paws that merged into a dark magenta, that merged into black, and soon. It was like a pattern, her fur, on her paws, but then changed until the body fur. She had pinkish purplish fur with light, tan swirls and decorations. Gem, a quiet Ahzenai stood back as Valcoyn called her up to the Great Rock.
He motioned for her to step up, and Gem watches as she gracefully climbed the rough rock. She stood majestically, not saying one word, yet charming those who had noticed her yet. She surely charmed Gem, as she stared up at her. When Valcoyn started to speak, and announce her name, she merely silenced her with a soft paw in hs mouth. Gem widened her eyes. The new Ahzen was brave too, to do that to the leader.
Gem along one or two other quiet Ahzens watched her descend the great rock and make her rounds as well. But Gem could sense a hint of doubt and disappointment. Gem cocked her head, wondering what old be the matter. When the beautiful Ahzenai finally gave up and huffed over to a quiet spot under a tree, Gem followed. She wondered if it was about the chatty Ahzenai. All they were was excited.
Gem thought, if it was bad to be excited and chatty. The new Ahzenai certainly didn't like to talk. And gem was a good amount of quiet. She approached her again after a slight hesitation and sat in front of her.
Knowing she wouldnt speak, Gem would anyways.
"My name is Gem" she said in her quiet and whispery voice. Gem was non for not talking a great deal. She only answered important questions, but even then, she answered with measly one word answers or shaking her head yes or no. She didn't expect and answer from the quiet Ahzenai from expirience of being quiet herself, not wanting to talk, or choosing the will of not talking.
Gem knew she wouldn't talk. Just from the body language of her position and her facial features. But Gem just sat beside her, knowing she wouldn't speak, and closed her eyes.
It was a peaceful day, it wAs.




"...A lonely speaker in a conversation
Her silent words were swimming through his ears again.."
"...And if she had the proper words to say, she would tell him,
But she'd have nothing left to sell him..."
:: Ahzenai wooing-
Nameless, but just for the sake of a name, she shall be referred to as Mauna, meaning 'silence' in the language of Kannada.
Otherwise, she shall have no name, and never be addressed with one. { Pro. "Mo-na" }
:: Woo -
It was by pure luck and coincidence that Xiron had passed by the vortex that very day that the mute Ahzenai made her appearance. He stood out like a glo-stick in the shadows at the edge of the clearing where he had taken to lingerering, his eyes of endless coal the only things blending in with his surroundings. It had been says since he had spoken, and words seemed like a waste of breath and effort that could be expended elsewhere. With shadowed eyes, the white male watched the congregation around the vortex with increasing interest. He waited to hear what the lovely female would say, wanting to decipher what kind of character she would be. This was one of the many important things he had learned from Vercivis on their adventures- listen first, then act. The silence of the forest hung heavy around him, the murmuring and hubbub of the vortex clearing not reaching his patient ears just yet. This silence was expectant, waiting for the chance to burst with sound. Xiron sighed inaudibly, as this type of silence was most certainly not one of his favorites. Silence waiting for sound is not true silence at all.
Scanning the clearing, a flash of purple and the purr of the admiring crowd caught his attention as the new Ahzenai took center stage. He rose to his feet, taking a few steps closer so he could hear her words over the din. He waited, flicking and angling his ears, thinking maybe he had missed it. Then- he saw her. She shushed Valycon with one ringed, airbrushed navy paw, before weaving elegantly through the crowd without speaking a word.
Without a word.
Xiron's breath caught in his throat. Here, here was one so very different from the others. However, she was similair to himself in many ways; she obviously took enjoyment in silence, and she, too, had come from the vortex without a name. He remembered dashing into the shadows before hearing his own, only to be told by the many sleuthy suitors that had followed. His eyes followed her fluid movements through the crowd, and he could almost feel an aura of beauty and awe that followed her. He dropped farthing back into the shadows in one fluid motion as the suitors began to pursue this prize, and he decided he seriously needed to consider what he was doing here.
It took him about 4 seconds to decide he was going to try to 'talk' to her.
Xiron's gas element swirled lucidly around him as he glided through the shadows, much resembling a ghost. His beloved silence has been banished, now broken with the occasional fragmented, harsh sound of excited human talk. Pawsteps light, the distance between himself and the Ahzenai grew shorter, until eventually, he was within her sight, if she were to so choose to look his way. He made no sound as he approached, wanting to be silence himself, as she was. He could learn so much from her. Every movement he made now seemed clumsy and forced in comparison to hers, and his precious silence seemed full of unspoken questions. Taking a deep breath, Xiron placed another paw into the clearing, fully slipping from the shadows. He greeted her with only a small dip of his head, then stood still, waiting to taste the silence that settled around them. A couple suitors, confused by his quiet entrance, stepped back, giving them space. Xiron's white mane was ruffled by a light wind that blew across the clearing, carrying the sounds of rustling leaves and the whisper of secrets.
It was then that he began to realize there was a song to silence, and he wanted desperatley to share it with her.
Smiling faintly, he cocked one ear towards the wind, and the other in her direction. Closing his eyes, he listened deeply, breathing in the sound. To him, the wind seemed to whistle his name; Xiron... X iiii ron... He peeked curiously at her, wondering what she was hearing in her song. Rising to his paws, he began to move fluidly, languidly at first, mimicking the wind. Somehow, somehow he would share the song of silence with her. He picked up speed as he began to to twirl, bending an leaping as leaved cascaded around his moving body. He was wind. He was silence. And suddenly, again, he understood what made her graceful. Slowing to a stop as the wind died down, Xiron settled into another form of silence, this one feeling light and pleasurable. The orbs of his element bobbed slowly around him, and he swept his tail lightly over the earth, creating what he thought was a stage for her.
It was then that he spoke only one word-
"Dance?"
-before that same wind snatched it away.
:: Using a live rat.


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