the basics---╔════════════════════╗----------username Blaze;
----------name Zetrunay Lilith Carter
----------gender Female
----------adoptive parent holden---╚════════════════════╝
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Tenacious | Head-strong | Defiant | Strong-willed | Stubborn | Determined | Cunning | Malicious | Wild | Rambunctious | Bold
Rambunctious and wild, Zet has a knack for finding adventure. She is also called bold and daring because nothing hardly seems to scare her. She is extremely honest and very blunt. Tact is for people with good manners, and she has none of the above. Zet is energetic and loyal, strong and fierce, and she is always go, go, go. Nothing will stop her from getting what she wants as she can be quite determined and stubborn. She may be small, but she is feisty. Although Zet can be pretty amicable, when something irritates her, look out! She gets fired up quick, but she cools down fast too. Life's too short to hold grudges. Zet however, is very strong-willed and stubborn, and won't stop until she gets what she wants, and when she finds something, she won't stop until she learns it and practices. Like her brother, she is actually darker, cunning, and ravenous. When provoked (or less then that) she puffs up like a fuzzy cat to look intimidating, and will often swear. She's not very good with speaking properly, and had a knack for her constant swearing, even at a young age. She knows too much for her own good, and lifts her head with pride, acting like little-miss-know-it-all. If she doesn't know the answer (which happens often), she'll act befuddled and try to stall before she can make a bull-crap answer.
Aussie girl adopted to one loving parent. She grew up on the beach, learned how to surf, and worked around the beach as an apprentice life guard. She is a very talented swimmer, but she is good at almost any sport she tries. Athletic type, one who can rough it up with the boys. When she turned twelve, she came to America to go to see the world, and got sidetracked along the way. And who she found was even more shocking.
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The sky was dark, and the stars shone like a thousand diamonds, strewn across a black blanket. They were so beautiful.. yet deadly. Zet even wondered if they were crying ;; sobbing about the dark world they once knew as beautiful.. it was savage. A world full of grief and tremor.. did they even care? They're just stars, she reminded herself with a frown, and stepped up from her sitting position against the ground. Stars don't care.
She turned with a swish of her tail, and made her way through the rubble and debris. The towers of trash and scraps piled before her on either side; she was living in the junkyard. A calm place.. no one bothered her here, except for the occasional pesky crow or animal in search of food. After running away from her adoptive parent, Holden, she thought it was a suitable place to stay. Of course, he was very caring towards her, but a bit paranoid, and she knew he was probably fearing the worst for her. Yet no one would check here, and if they did, she could hide easily. Zet ran away from home a few days ago, only packing a few bags of snacks, canned food, a few pencils, a shirt, jacket, and a skateboard. Packed up in her backpack, she made the long journey away from home.

Stepping towards her tent and sliding through the zipper entrance, it tugged at her fur. Tripping inside, she nosed past a few things of hers, and then flopped down on her tattered sleeping bag she managed to recover. With a long groan and exhale, her nostrils flared with the last of her exhaustion. "Oh well.. goodnight Zet." She spoke calmly to herself, and twitched one ear. Before she knew it, sleep was lapping at her, and she fell asleep quickly.
All was quiet, and the annoying caw of Crows sounded in her ear, but Zet diminished it. She had been up late, and wanted to sleep. But the birds were always there, cawing at the crack of dawn, and she hated it.

The tent rustled, and a larger body--thick and black like a sick soul stepped in. It had pale gray eyes, and was as silent as the night. It's fur stood on end quickly, and took a sudden step back, but it's ears pressed against it's skull, and it's muzzle crinkled into a vicious snarl. Of course, it was much larger then Zet, domineering and rough. When she did not wake, it spat out a swear, vicious and threatening.

Zet's eyes fluttered open, groggy and slow. She looked up, and nearly yelped when she saw that--thing--plumie standing at the front of her tent. It took her a moment to register what was going on, and then, on instinct she scrambled to her paws and fluffed out her fur, crouching down on her shaky limbs. Her muzzle contorted into it's own snarl, and her fur was ruffled and wild. "What--what are you doing here?" She demanded, but her voice was wavering. She'd never seen something this big.. and she might have had to fight it. The plumie did nothing, and Zet was confused. She held her ground. But after a while, she took a bold step forward, and readied herself for pouncing. Instead of the plumie retreating, it lifted it's dark paw and slammed against her cheek, sending her spiraling to the edge of the tent. "Ow!" She yelped, and her eyes narrowed into tiny slits. "What was that for man? And why are you--why are you--" she got to her unstable feet and launched herself at his face, pawing and wiggling, slamming at anything she could grip on. Another snarl, and he fell on the ground, dropping his head and letting it loll, but Zet clamped against him to stay on. "Why are you in my tent?!" She demanded, letting her voice raise to a high growl. Striking out with her paw again, it slashed right over his eye and slightly under. Her paw pad roughly scratched over his eye, and he yelped furiously. Sucks for him.

His eye darted across her, clinging to his face, and his gray eyes filled with rage. Zet just couldn't help but stare. They were the same depth as hers, and she searched his eyes. Like her own green, but a pale shade of gray, though they were scrunched up due to dominance. She knew those eyes. Where and when was not an option and she felt a connection with him.. how she didn't know, and it was stupid. But she kept searching his eyes.
Until he jolted her back and shook her off of his face, pressing a paw to her chest and puffing himself up, his shoulders and muscles rippling, and a sneer crossed his face. "I see you are mesmerized?" He was indicating towards his eyes, and his tail gave a lash. Zet just stared up at him with a placid look. He said nothing.
"Mesmerized? Not likely," she shot back, and suddenly lurched forward, kicking her back legs into his abdomen and rolling out from under. Scrambling to her paws in a panicked fashion, she kicked out of the tent and raced through the junkyard. She knew he was close.. it seemed as if he were lurching forward and sinking his teeth into her scruff. She pressed forward and leaped over obstacles, and before she knew it, she was trapped with junk piles around her. Glancing at either side, she yelped and slid under a pile of boxes, cowering under. The plume caught up, and dropped his head. "Here kitty kitty.. come on, dolly. Where'd you go?" It was mocking, yet Zet was cowered under a pile of.. something.
The plume dropped his head, eyes darting back and fourth across the ground. After some time, it seemed like he had just forgotten about her, yet she was reluctant to run. Her fear was obvious, and by the way he looked, it seemed as if he could smell fear. She heard the faint grumble: "Great. Lost it."

After what seemed like ages, she was finally able to leave the yard, and she brushed against the rubble, emerging out from under, but when she just came out, something surprised her. A plume leapt out and planted his paws on her chest firmly, a snarl echoing, and the foul breath pushing into her face. Zet gave a yelp, but looked up fearfully. She was struck under him, and her eyes widened fearfully, as she wriggled back and fourth. "Man what do you want?" She wailed angrily, lashing out with her paws. Yet the plume was still on her, and placed his paws harder onto her chest. "Remember me?" His voice was an eerie silk; and it was a delicate purr against her ears. Really, Zet had no idea who he was. But staring back into his grey eyes, then it happened. The pictures, the whispers with her adoptive parents when there was a subject of the 'mysterious' plume, dark and secretive. Her brother. It was rare, but now Zet was befuddled. Brother? Then, she strangled wildly, kicking and snapping. Her jaws landed on his leg, and she tore, before he reared, and now, she rolled, and pushed off from the ground, sprinting and fueling her energy to her muscles, as she dodged through the junkyard and out through the gates, as she skidded across the ground.


It seemed like ages as she kept running, and now, she rolled into the bushes with a heave, panting. "My brother," she repeated skeptically. "My brother.."
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