Username:
Bk13
Zeyama's name:
Alba (Means sunrise in Latin)
Why you want it:
Well she's absoloutely gorgeous! I've always had a love for light/odly colored critters and she wears it well, also I believe in the buddy system so my characters don't get lonely, Leon could use a friend. It's only a plus if she's a girl ;D
Personality:
A hard headed girl for sure. While all the other teenage Zeyama were oogling over the boys she spent her time rough housing with those same boys. Growing up without a father hardned her sould and heart, giving her a tough exterior. However, like most girls tough or not, she harbored a tortured side that she shared with a precious few.
History:
Alba had been born in one of the most legendary breeding groups ever to have assembled. She was born the same year an outcast had come down from the snowy arctic and given his life to save his mate and their unborn son. After she was born her, as well as her mother and father all went back to their homeland in the mountains. Unfortunately as they made their way back home they were attacked by a pack of wolves, her father, much like the brave arctic, gave his life protecting his small family. Alba had to grow up being the gaurdian of her often sick mother. Luckily she was her fathers daughter and fit the role of protector well. Little did she know, her father was one of the Zeyama that had gone on the search party for the Zeyama that slayed the lion terrorizing their breeding herd.
Only a few laters, the last of the remaining Zeyama that joined the search party on that fateful day called for a kind of memorial service. He sent out messangers in the form of hawks that were to gather the family members of the brave Zeyama that went after the bravest(Or stupidest) Zeyama that slayed the beast.
At this memorial is when Alba and Leon cross paths for the first time...
(Hoping to add a story here soon =3)
Other:
This fits in with the story
Speaking of story.. Here's the beginning ^^
It was dusk as Alba urged her mother forward. They made their way slowly to the sensually familiar clearing; the place she, as well as many other foals had been born. It seemed as though they were the last to arrive, many other Zeyama were gathered. Many were clumped together in a main group chatting noisily; most of the Zeyama in the large group were girls. While the largest males stood close to this group, most looked thoroughly bored, only wanting to get first pick on the prettiest females. Typical. However there were two or three smaller groups all spread out over the small area, most likely families. There was although, one Zeyama who stood alone. He was very much smaller than the others and even from a distance it looked as though he was breathing rather hard. While this strange odd man out intrigued Alba, or rather odd Zeyama out, she was interrupted from her thoughts.
As the newest arrivals carefully made their way toward the pack, a very old looking Zeyama approached them. “Welcome, I assume you are the family of Azoth? Well seeing as you are the only Mountain Zeyama here I am correct. Yes? Well, luckily for you we changed the time of the memorial. It is now at nightfall, so as soon as night arrives we will all gather in the middle of the clearing and beginning our meeting. Until then, you young miss, might enjoy socializing with the other youngsters. It’s almost breeding season mind you,” The elder Zeyama chuckled with a wink and turned to return to the group he had been with before they arrived.
“Alba, I’m going to go speak with the other widows. He was right, you should go make some friends.”
“But ma-“ She was too late; her mother had already started towards a small group of three female Zeyama, for a sick old lady she was fast when she wanted to be.
As Alba made her way towards the large group in the middle she realized that the old geezer was right, all the Zeyama present besides her and her mother were Savanna Zeyama. Being her hard headed and slightly shy self, the lone Mountain Zeyama hesitated at the edges of the group, trying to fit in without actually socializing. Once again the single Zeyama on the very outskirts of the clearing caught her eye.
He was still panting heavily and now that she was closer she could see him much more clearly. His rear was a golden tan brown color, almost like that of a lions main but his stripes were a lighter shade than most of the males present. Just as these thoughts crossed her mind a very large male Zeyama approached her, he got much closer than he should have, their faces were barely inches apart. “Hey blondie, what’s your name?” Alba startled and attempted to back up, having the multitude of Zeyama in one place already was making her nervous, the close proximity of the much larger male only made her anxiety worse.
“Aw, don’t run, I won’t bite. Unless you want me too.” The male winked at her, still staying with her, easily keeping up with her pace.
“I- Uhm, I-“
“Zane, chill out. You’re obviously scaring the poor girl.” Alba had managed to back up right into another Zeyama, this male was only a little bit smaller than the first.
“Oh back off Zeke, I saw her first. She’s mine. Huh sweet thing?”
“Yeah but I am obviously better looking than you. Plus she’s not afraid of me. Right sweetie?”
With Alba still in between the large males they both snorted and their heads lowered. There was going to be a fight and Alba was right in the middle of it. The one called Zane reared back a few inches off the ground, just enough to create enough force to slam his hooves on the ground and actually cause the ground to shake. Zeke repeated this action and by this point all eyes were on the trio of Zeyama. Just as the fight was about to explode into action a voice called out above the rest, “Stop!”
Out of the crowd a Zeyama even shorter than Alba pushed her way in between Zane and Zeke, effectively getting Alba out of the way. “Boys! Have some self-control! You are making me ashamed to call myself your mother! The nerve of you two!” If Alba hadn’t been so terrified of being crushed seconds before, the sight of such a small creature yelling at two towering giants might have been amusing.
“I’m terribly sorry about them, they really don’t have any self control. If they bother you any more come talk to me and they wont bother anyone ever again. Say you’re sorry boys.” The angry mother sent her sons a death glare.
“Sorry…” Their voices chimed in together in the apology.
Without waiting for an acceptance from Alba, the mother herded her sons away to the other side of the group. All the eyes however, remained on the blonde Zeyama standing stock still outside of the group. Luckily the elder Zeyama called for the meeting to begin and all the attention turned to him. With a sigh of relief, Alba’s head lowered and she turned around to walk around the group and find her mother.
As soon as she turned her eyes fell on the lone Zeyama for the third time that evening, only now he was facing her and was much closer than before.
He was still panting but not nearly as hard or fast as before, and now she could see why, his coat was very much thicker than any of the other Zeyama in the clearing, his mane was longer and thicker than even her own. The thing that caught her attention the most although was the fact that the strange super furred Zeyama was staring directly at her with eyes wide and full of what looked almost like worry. Before Alba could determine what emotion exactly was in his eyes, he realized that he had been caught staring and he whirled around and trotted off towards the head of the clearing where the elder was standing and talking to the group. As the tan colored Zeyama trotted off the elder noticed him, “Ah, perfect timing. Please come up here, I would like to introduce you to our guests, this Zeyama right here my friends, is the sole relative to that great Zeyama that might have just saved all of our lives. This is Leon.”
“Leon.” Alba repeated as she watched as Leon walked her hesitantly to the front of the group.
“Hello…” His voice was barely audible even in the relative silence of twilight.
It was then that Alba realized his voice sounded very familiar if only quieter, he was the voice that had stopped the fight just long enough for it to be broken.
He had saved her.
Maaajor WIP
Bk13
Zeyama's name:
Alba (Means sunrise in Latin)
Why you want it:
Well she's absoloutely gorgeous! I've always had a love for light/odly colored critters and she wears it well, also I believe in the buddy system so my characters don't get lonely, Leon could use a friend. It's only a plus if she's a girl ;D
Personality:
A hard headed girl for sure. While all the other teenage Zeyama were oogling over the boys she spent her time rough housing with those same boys. Growing up without a father hardned her sould and heart, giving her a tough exterior. However, like most girls tough or not, she harbored a tortured side that she shared with a precious few.
History:
Alba had been born in one of the most legendary breeding groups ever to have assembled. She was born the same year an outcast had come down from the snowy arctic and given his life to save his mate and their unborn son. After she was born her, as well as her mother and father all went back to their homeland in the mountains. Unfortunately as they made their way back home they were attacked by a pack of wolves, her father, much like the brave arctic, gave his life protecting his small family. Alba had to grow up being the gaurdian of her often sick mother. Luckily she was her fathers daughter and fit the role of protector well. Little did she know, her father was one of the Zeyama that had gone on the search party for the Zeyama that slayed the lion terrorizing their breeding herd.
Only a few laters, the last of the remaining Zeyama that joined the search party on that fateful day called for a kind of memorial service. He sent out messangers in the form of hawks that were to gather the family members of the brave Zeyama that went after the bravest(Or stupidest) Zeyama that slayed the beast.
At this memorial is when Alba and Leon cross paths for the first time...
(Hoping to add a story here soon =3)
Other:
This fits in with the story
Speaking of story.. Here's the beginning ^^
It was dusk as Alba urged her mother forward. They made their way slowly to the sensually familiar clearing; the place she, as well as many other foals had been born. It seemed as though they were the last to arrive, many other Zeyama were gathered. Many were clumped together in a main group chatting noisily; most of the Zeyama in the large group were girls. While the largest males stood close to this group, most looked thoroughly bored, only wanting to get first pick on the prettiest females. Typical. However there were two or three smaller groups all spread out over the small area, most likely families. There was although, one Zeyama who stood alone. He was very much smaller than the others and even from a distance it looked as though he was breathing rather hard. While this strange odd man out intrigued Alba, or rather odd Zeyama out, she was interrupted from her thoughts.
As the newest arrivals carefully made their way toward the pack, a very old looking Zeyama approached them. “Welcome, I assume you are the family of Azoth? Well seeing as you are the only Mountain Zeyama here I am correct. Yes? Well, luckily for you we changed the time of the memorial. It is now at nightfall, so as soon as night arrives we will all gather in the middle of the clearing and beginning our meeting. Until then, you young miss, might enjoy socializing with the other youngsters. It’s almost breeding season mind you,” The elder Zeyama chuckled with a wink and turned to return to the group he had been with before they arrived.
“Alba, I’m going to go speak with the other widows. He was right, you should go make some friends.”
“But ma-“ She was too late; her mother had already started towards a small group of three female Zeyama, for a sick old lady she was fast when she wanted to be.
As Alba made her way towards the large group in the middle she realized that the old geezer was right, all the Zeyama present besides her and her mother were Savanna Zeyama. Being her hard headed and slightly shy self, the lone Mountain Zeyama hesitated at the edges of the group, trying to fit in without actually socializing. Once again the single Zeyama on the very outskirts of the clearing caught her eye.
He was still panting heavily and now that she was closer she could see him much more clearly. His rear was a golden tan brown color, almost like that of a lions main but his stripes were a lighter shade than most of the males present. Just as these thoughts crossed her mind a very large male Zeyama approached her, he got much closer than he should have, their faces were barely inches apart. “Hey blondie, what’s your name?” Alba startled and attempted to back up, having the multitude of Zeyama in one place already was making her nervous, the close proximity of the much larger male only made her anxiety worse.
“Aw, don’t run, I won’t bite. Unless you want me too.” The male winked at her, still staying with her, easily keeping up with her pace.
“I- Uhm, I-“
“Zane, chill out. You’re obviously scaring the poor girl.” Alba had managed to back up right into another Zeyama, this male was only a little bit smaller than the first.
“Oh back off Zeke, I saw her first. She’s mine. Huh sweet thing?”
“Yeah but I am obviously better looking than you. Plus she’s not afraid of me. Right sweetie?”
With Alba still in between the large males they both snorted and their heads lowered. There was going to be a fight and Alba was right in the middle of it. The one called Zane reared back a few inches off the ground, just enough to create enough force to slam his hooves on the ground and actually cause the ground to shake. Zeke repeated this action and by this point all eyes were on the trio of Zeyama. Just as the fight was about to explode into action a voice called out above the rest, “Stop!”
Out of the crowd a Zeyama even shorter than Alba pushed her way in between Zane and Zeke, effectively getting Alba out of the way. “Boys! Have some self-control! You are making me ashamed to call myself your mother! The nerve of you two!” If Alba hadn’t been so terrified of being crushed seconds before, the sight of such a small creature yelling at two towering giants might have been amusing.
“I’m terribly sorry about them, they really don’t have any self control. If they bother you any more come talk to me and they wont bother anyone ever again. Say you’re sorry boys.” The angry mother sent her sons a death glare.
“Sorry…” Their voices chimed in together in the apology.
Without waiting for an acceptance from Alba, the mother herded her sons away to the other side of the group. All the eyes however, remained on the blonde Zeyama standing stock still outside of the group. Luckily the elder Zeyama called for the meeting to begin and all the attention turned to him. With a sigh of relief, Alba’s head lowered and she turned around to walk around the group and find her mother.
As soon as she turned her eyes fell on the lone Zeyama for the third time that evening, only now he was facing her and was much closer than before.
He was still panting but not nearly as hard or fast as before, and now she could see why, his coat was very much thicker than any of the other Zeyama in the clearing, his mane was longer and thicker than even her own. The thing that caught her attention the most although was the fact that the strange super furred Zeyama was staring directly at her with eyes wide and full of what looked almost like worry. Before Alba could determine what emotion exactly was in his eyes, he realized that he had been caught staring and he whirled around and trotted off towards the head of the clearing where the elder was standing and talking to the group. As the tan colored Zeyama trotted off the elder noticed him, “Ah, perfect timing. Please come up here, I would like to introduce you to our guests, this Zeyama right here my friends, is the sole relative to that great Zeyama that might have just saved all of our lives. This is Leon.”
“Leon.” Alba repeated as she watched as Leon walked her hesitantly to the front of the group.
“Hello…” His voice was barely audible even in the relative silence of twilight.
It was then that Alba realized his voice sounded very familiar if only quieter, he was the voice that had stopped the fight just long enough for it to be broken.
He had saved her.
Maaajor WIP
