Parduseros & Draciverde

[iBrevity]

Hey, raining, the Draci both have two forms each [I think o3o]. Will they remain up for another week then? c:

[rainingdarkness]

[beloved.]

Creature wanted: Male- Mountain Parduseros Blue~Gray

What will you name it?: Ilori (Meaning Special Treasure in African<3 )

Age: 2 years (In Parduseros year? xD )

Link to character thread (Required): viewtopic.php?f=10&t=311892
Though its still going under constructions. *the reason of no art pics for them is cause my scanner has broken down D: *

500-1500 word story (Any writing, descriptions, likes and dislikes go here.):
Ilori doesn't mind being... solitary as you put it, or at least, he doesn't care. When he finds other like him on his territory, they will probably have to fight till death, since Ilori never likes to 'leave off' in a fight. Though that doesn't mean he is a 'blood loving' creature, he is just very possessive about his things as he fears it will slip away from his paws. Most of the time he likes to stay under the sun, gathering warmth in his thick fur. he never over hunts his preys at night, sticking to what he only needs and no more. Sometimes you can see him spacing off in the distance as if he dearly wishes something....


Likes~
Nap under the sun ~ Oh, how he loves gathering sunlight!
The sound of the rain/water ~ It soothes him like a baby to a lullaby
Peace and Quiet for himself ~ Who doesn't?
White Sapphire ~ It reminds him of the full moon. :3

Dislikes~
Other males ~ It makes his fur bristle. He never really liked smell of the other males either.
Loud sounds ~ It irritates him. A lot. there is a quite possibility he WILL bite your head off.
Poison Ivy ~ Once he stumbled into one,,,,,, oh boy.

More About Ilori:

Born in a stormy night of October, Ilori was born in a litter of 6 Parduseros, but was the only one that survived the cruel weather of the mounain. His mother was usually in grief, pushing away Ilori as she fears it will be another scar to her heart like the other 5 has done to her. Even through these circumstances, he survived the harsh time with determination alone to prove to his mother. But instead, one sunny morning Ilori woke to find his mother, gone. Since than he has become speechless for a time, blaming himself as the cause for his mother's grief. But sooner or later, he began to understand a little that by her leaving him, it was rather a good thing. Now he lives quietly like any other Mountain Parduseros. But sometimes you might find him deep in thought...


How I met Ilori:

Oh shoot. Here am ONCE again lost in these woods. God, I swear if I find my bro- I slowly turned around hearing a rustling sound behind the thick forests far west from me. It was probably nothing, chill. Continuing my footsteps, hoping to find the cabin where my family was staying, I pulled my paper thin jacket closer to my body.

*crunch* *crunch* *crunch* *crunch* The sound of my shoes in the dried leaves echoed through out the empty forest that was filled with darkness except for my wimpy little flashlight, sending a small chill up my spines.

"AHHH~!" I let out a shuffled shout, trying to shake away the uneasy feeling

Just than a low growl was heard behind me, I on the other hand, flinching the opposite way.
There I saw a huge creature, maybe little bigger than the tigers I usually see at the zoo.
It glared at me, as I ignorantly stared back at its golden eyes with huge eyes half scared to death and the other amazed.

It let out a 'hmph' kind of sound and seemed as if it was rolling its eyes after like a millennium (well more like 30 seconds).
It flickered its tails and started walking towards me. Frozen in place, I held my breathe, closing my eyes tight.

~~~~

Nothing happened. I opened my eyes again, finding the big cat looking creature looking back at me as if it was saying 'Are you coming or not?' God. I must of been a fool. I followed him. I know it sounds real stupid to trust a wild big cat with wings, but at that time, it seemed like it knew what it was doing. I carefully followed him, making sure I left a small distance in between us.

After some time, when my teeth were already chattering and my foot was sore, It suddenly stopped almost running into him. It glanced at me than pointed its snout towards east. Without any further gestures, it left me at the spot, vanishing into the woods as with its silver gray fur gleaming in the moonlight. Rubbing my hands together, I set out on the direction it pointed out finding my family's cabin no more than several yards away. Is it just me or was the creature real?

Than I knew, catching that silver fur in the moonlight once again in the corner of my eyes before I headed in.
With a silent 'Thank you' I gave a small flash of smile at the golden eyes in the forest, reflecting on the cabin lights.

*(Oh I suck at writing stuff like this.)*

Anything else?(Things like drawings, little notes, etc go here):
Might edit some when ideas comes... x(

[iBrevity]

name: Farvel.
pronounced: [far-vel, like well].
meaning: Goodbye in Danish.
gender: Male.
species: Mountain Parduseros.
location: Andes Mountain in Russia.
character thread: Click.

personality:
"Don't drown the man trying to save you."
Farvel suffers underneath his manners of trying to protect, help, and guard everyone; and it cripples him. If he comes across someone in danger or who could use his aid, he immediately tries to give it; half of the time the species is what he usually considers prey, or perhaps rival males. He extends his 'helping hand' to everybody.
Unfortunately, this lands him in hot water more often then not. He has found throughout his lifetime that a lot don't enjoy being helped; but he cannot deny this unfamiliar urge and despite all odds desperately tries to continue doing so.
He is a shy beast, preferring to stay by himself when he is not with someone injured. He has nervous ticks; when he is awkward, he will shuffle his enormous wings back and forth and snort very softly under his breath, and rarely meets another's eyes. This is not impolite; he just dislikes pain and does his best to avoid it.
While he goes far on his travels, Farvel is loathe to change and he hates the idea of it. He has never moved off of the same mountain top he was born on, and although he occasionally goes down the tundras that stretch out on either side of his homeplace, he always come back to his spot by night time.
Lacking almost completely in aggression, Farvel has a very low pain tolerance and hates it immensely. This drives him to far lengths to avoid anything considered competition, so despite the pleased gazes the females flutter at his wings, he has never fathered a litter before. Inwardly, he dearly wants to; but while his courage is not impaired in the slightest, his idea of fighting somebody else, and hurting them, emotionally hampers him. The mere fact that he would cause somebody else pain is his Achilles heel.
The one place that Farvel does that calms him is visits the femme fatale down on the tundras called the Whisperer. He has never approached her flat out before, but when the crowds gather at her den and come knocking, sometimes he will fly low enough to catch snatches of her prophecies and of their appreciative remarks in reply. He wants one day to dredge his own future from her; but as most others, he is afraid that should he land, something bad will happen.

backstory:
"I never wanted you, ya know." My mother swung her head around and glared at me. I withered under that frosting stare. "You were a mistake; and you still are." She snorted, flicking both her ears backwards. "You can't hunt; you can barely fly with those ugly wings of yours. Useless."
I remember that I had glanced back and flapped my tiny, wet wings, and hated them. That they had been what had forced my mother to hate me so much. I had never understood her dislike, but I did understand that I was not the son she had hoped for; and as soon as I was old enough, she disappeared into the snow that coated our home. I remained in her hollow and watched my wings grow into their full bloom, something she had never gotten the chance to see, and although I slowly got over my combined hate for them, I eventually discovered that they seved me well; and could bring me peace. It was only in the scattered tundra clouds that I felt any sort of growing calmness.
But this fact that I had never been encouraged to grow as my mother impaired my behavior. I only discovered that recently, when I uncovered a young deer with a broken leg. Although my appetite had nearly overcome me, I had paused; and found instead when I parted my mouth to take a bite that I was yearning to help it. This ironic change of events made me into the doctor I am today.
My life remained a constant stream of helping and healing until through one male, a tender rumor reached my ears; something of a female down on the tundra that could read the stars and draw prophecies from them. Quietly, I harbored a growing urge to find her and beg her for my own future, but I tried to keep my impulse down and swallow back how much I wanted this.
My mother had always equated me as useless, worthless; I wondered if perhaps this doe, this Whisperer, would tell me something different. Maybe there was something really worth it waiting for me.
One morning, I could no longer resist the siren call. I had already been down to her camp many times and watched the awkward company that formed a circle around her den, hoping they would grasp their own future. When night fell, and the stars pooled with bright, flickering lights, I took flight and landed outside of her territory. Carefully, gently, I passed the boundaries.
"Hello?" I called into the soft darkness and paused, hesitating, when the faintest sound of paw steps drew my ears forward.
She faded out of the white blackness of the tudra and I stared at her as she weaved towards me, a serpent in the shape of a pard. A purr rumbled out of her throat as her hot gaze traced the outline of my wings in the shadows and I trembled underneath those eyes, abruptly feeling as though she was staring through me. I swallowed hard on my dread and bowed.
"I apologize for stirring you tonight, Whisperer, but I was wondering... might you show me my future?" I hopefully looked up at her as a splitting grin curled her mouth. She sat down and flicked her tail tip.
"You may call me Cial." Her grin flashed. "And I have time tonight; I can do it now." When she rose to her paws, my eyes widened and I rustled my wings back and forth, startled by her sudden okay with it. I sank back into a sit.
"Are you certain you're alright with it?" I asked quietly, half-hoping this was all some crazy dream, half-praying she was going to keep going.
Cial padded towards me and as she circled me, her tail tip stroked my chin. I peered up at her and flattened my ears in nervousness, watching as she paused in front of me and pressed her nose to mine. I closed my eyes and counted to one hundred in my head.
98, 99, 100...
Slowly, I opened my eyes. Cial stared at me in almost an awkward sort of fascination. "Wow." She breathed out, and finally leaned back a few inches; once our touch was severed, I could breathe freely again. I sucked in and filled my lungs before I timidly smiled at her.
"Is it...is it good?" I asked. Her chuckle startled me. "I was never expecting to see me in your future."

artwork: [wip]
other: Farvel is speaking of Cial when he talks of the Whisperer, by the way. c: He has had his eye on her for a while, and although Cial does not know it, if I win Farvel I plan to sketch out their meetings [and their more then amusing conversations]. I'm certain these two would make an amazing couple, if it ever progressed to that; and since all I have currently to write with is a single female, it makes for a lack of story ideas. Farvel has inspired me to write more with her; and he would be amazing motivator. <3

[overall heavy wip]

Couldn't deny his calling any longer, lmao. xD Also, is it the entire form that has to be below 1500, or just the history+the personality?

[rainingdarkness]

Just the history/personality section. ^^

[Heeyun-Ssi]

Hm...geez, these all look GORGEOUS! Should I go for another one? Or... -toddles off, mumbling to self-

And when will the cub Parduseros be drawn? (not meaning to be impatient in any way ^^;)

[rainingdarkness]

What do you mean? When will I release more?...I'm not sure. I'm trying to have more adults than babies.

[SilentEcho]

Creature wanted: This Male Draciverde:

What will you name it?: Aracnaphobia (Phobe/Racka/)
Link to character thread:Here :3
Personality: Aracnaphobia loves to look intimadating, he struts around with his contrasting markings flashing out.He dislikes being alone, and is cautious when he aproaches other animals, and rarely uses any of his defence abilities, despite this he bluffs a lot.Because of Draciverde's natural non-territorial behaviour means that even though 'Phobe' acts intimidating he still allows other draciverde near him.

Physical Description: Nothing is really very different about Phobe, his feet are very flexible and uses them as 'paddles' when he swims, but this makes it harder for him to flee, so sometimes bluffing is vital for him.

History: Phobe was born with very rowdy siblings, he was shy near them and usually hid in a corner while they played and nipped eachother.As an adolescent draciverde he became slightly angered at his childhood so he would strut around and growl at others, showing his sharp teeth, they usually scurried away, only looking back to give a 'dirty' look, this did not annoy him, it really just made him want to do this again.This encouraged him to act like this more often, when he swam he'd gulp up a whole fish, and scare the rest away, doing this endangered the survival of the others, who hadn't entered the water. He'd greedily watch them search for the fish, who were supposed to be there.When he grew up this habit finished, as his siblings abandoned the group and Phobe stayed with his parents and other Draciverde.

Likes:Catching small fish, swimming around,sleeping under the sun,avoiding parduseros, boasting to other draciverde
Anything else?:

He's called Aracnaphobia because his older siblings thought he was a scorpion when he was just born.

Artwork:
(those are his ribs, i made him a little skinny :3)

Theme Song:Cooler Than Me ~Mike Posner (he's the girl, who walks around thinking she's awesome)
HUGE WIP, WILL FINISH SOON

[Heeyun-Ssi]

What do you mean? When will I release more?...I'm not sure. I'm trying to have more adults than babies.

No, I mean - when will you judge the entries of http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p159 ... ss77/9.png ?

[rainingdarkness]

When there are three or more applications for it. ^^