[lalabunnywabbit]

Username: lalabunnywabbit
Name of Zver: Shane
Biological Sex: Female
Gender: female

How did this Zver obtain their items?: She loves to go bird hunting! She collects their skulls and feathers as reminders of the hunt! <3

[yogobabe333]

Username: yogobabe333
Name of Zver: Danielle
Biological Sex: Likes males
Gender: Female

How did this Zver obtain their items?: Danielle is very interested in biology so sometimes she takes home bird feathers and skulls to experiment on and study. She decided to keep the ones around her neck because they were 'failed' experiments

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entries for this are now closed! thank you to everyone who entered!

i will allow edits up until the end of tomorrow for those who have had wip forms c:

[Rabbitheart]

Username: Rabbitheart
Name of Zver: Cuauhtémoc (Témoc for short)
Biological Sex: Male
Gender: Male

How did this Zver obtain their items?:
*told from his perspective*

The jungle never ends.

Always have I been a survivor. On my home planet of Quartan3, I blended in with the purple grass of the Fields of Quartan3 like no other. I was skilled as a hunter and because I blended in so well, the invaders of our planet had a hard time finding me. Long they searched for me to capture me like the others, but I was crafty, clever, and I had the home field advantage. Unfortunately, the elusive I became, the more crafty and cunning they became in their efforts to capture me and ship me off of Quartan3.
It came to be that I got chased into a jungle by the invaders in one of their attempts to capture me; the jungle was a place that I had never hunted in before, let alone been in. This jungle was one of the few places I was scared to go in, my family had always told me to never go in, for bad things happened to Zvers who wandered into the jungle and none who ever went in...ever found their way out.
I was alert all the time, my ears were constantly swiveling about as I picked up every sound, I felt as if my ears would fall off. It wasn't long before I found one of their traps, they had baited it with a Bleen Bird, a strange avian creature of my world whose feathers are primarily solid blue and green. I stared at the trap for a long time, perhaps too long. I had this crazy idea of using the items as trophies of my escape from the invaders.
Eventually, this desire won out and I managed to find a way to disable the silly trap they had constructed and hauled it away with me as I searched for somewhere to hide. Night fell when at last I found shelter and as I lay in my hiding place, I toyed with the carcass of the Bleen Bird, plucking the feathers off and sticking three of them through small holes in the Bleen Bird's skull, which had already been tied to a string that the invaders had used to tie the carcass to the trap. I made a necklace out of it and put it around my neck, I felt quite proud of my paw-work and the trophy I had made for myself, but I was tired and sleep was quickly sweeping over me.
I fell asleep, but it was a short lived sleep for I was awoken by the invaders. They had found me!
I felt myself being dragged out of my hiding place, I fought with mad determination. I had to get free. I couldn't let them take me away from Quartan3. I couldn't let them take me from my home, my kind, the only world I ever wanted to live.
Suddenly, I felt something prick me as I struggled to get away from them, the pain was brief, but darkness passed over me like a wave and eventually everything went black.

I awoke to find myself in a ship with several of my other kind, all of whom were lost, confused, and terrified of what was to come of them. I suspect the blue aliens, the invaders, had made sure to tell the pilot of the space ship about me and to constantly knock me out because I don't remember most of the flight...or even the crash.
I woke up in a crate in a truck, bound for who-knows-where, but the truck hit a large pothole and my crate was launched out of the bed and smashed on the roadside. Taking this opportunity, I fled. Fled right into another jungle.

The jungle never ends.

I still wore my trophy from my escape, now my only memento from home, as I wandered through this new jungle. There was so much....green. It was unsettling. I missed the purple hues of Quartan3, I longed to see the purple fields and Bleen Birds.
As I wandered about the jungle, I came across two strips of...I'm not sure what they were, but whatever they were, they had been broken and discarded. Thinking that they could come in handy, I tied them around my tail.
As I continued to wander about the jungle, I came across a bird with a broken wing, which became my meal for the day. The bird reminded me a great deal of a Bleen bird in plumage and taste, so I kept the feathers, feeling comforted by the fact that something of a different world could be so familiar and that this was proof that I could survive on this alien planet. I tied the feathers to the strips on my tail, so I wouldn't lose them.
I continued to wander around the jungle, searching for a way out of it when I came upon a small tribal village. Afraid of the people, I stayed on the outskirts of their village within the jungle. I watched them, intrigued by their actions, rituals, and day-to-day lives. I found their garb intriguing and I was quite interested in obtaining some of their trinkets.
Night fell and I made no move to do anything. I didn't dare try to do anything risky. I didn't know how they would react to me being in their village and to be honest, the last thing I wanted was for them to sense my presence.
Several days I watched the village, waiting to make my move.
It came one day when a child threw a tantrum and cast aside an arm band with a bird skull and feathers on it. Swiftly, I darted over and attempted to snatch the armband without being spotted, but I was picked up in an instant by others in the tribe.
Silence fell over everyone and we stared at one another for a long time. I tried to communicate with them telepathically, to tell them that I meant them no harm so long as they did nothing to harm me.
I'm not sure if they quite got the message because I found them acting strange, as if they revered me as some sort of deity or something. They even offered me food. They kept calling me Cuauhtémoc, over and over again. I managed to glean from them that it meant "falling eagle" perhaps it was a reference to what I had telepathically been telling them of how I ended up here. Perhaps they thought that I had fallen from the sky.
I was wary, but I accepted the food because I was hungry, that bird really didn't have much in the way of meat on it's body.
In the morning, I fled, though the tribal people were quite nice, I desired more than anything to find more of my kind for I was sure that others had managed to survive the crash. I couldn't possibly continue to be alone, trapped in the jungle.
But the jungle never ends.

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oop, with exception to Rabbithearts form! your form will be accepted as well. all new forms after Rabbithearts will be disqualified

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edits to forms are now closed! forms will now be judged on what is there and i will have a winner up soon! ;u;

[Metallic Dragon]

Boop, running through the archives and bumping all zvers that don't have owners yet

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Username: Rabbitheart
Name of Zver: Cuauhtémoc (Témoc for short)
Biological Sex: Male
Gender: Male

How did this Zver obtain their items?:
*told from his perspective*

The jungle never ends.

Always have I been a survivor. On my home planet of Quartan3, I blended in with the purple grass of the Fields of Quartan3 like no other. I was skilled as a hunter and because I blended in so well, the invaders of our planet had a hard time finding me. Long they searched for me to capture me like the others, but I was crafty, clever, and I had the home field advantage. Unfortunately, the elusive I became, the more crafty and cunning they became in their efforts to capture me and ship me off of Quartan3.
It came to be that I got chased into a jungle by the invaders in one of their attempts to capture me; the jungle was a place that I had never hunted in before, let alone been in. This jungle was one of the few places I was scared to go in, my family had always told me to never go in, for bad things happened to Zvers who wandered into the jungle and none who ever went in...ever found their way out.
I was alert all the time, my ears were constantly swiveling about as I picked up every sound, I felt as if my ears would fall off. It wasn't long before I found one of their traps, they had baited it with a Bleen Bird, a strange avian creature of my world whose feathers are primarily solid blue and green. I stared at the trap for a long time, perhaps too long. I had this crazy idea of using the items as trophies of my escape from the invaders.
Eventually, this desire won out and I managed to find a way to disable the silly trap they had constructed and hauled it away with me as I searched for somewhere to hide. Night fell when at last I found shelter and as I lay in my hiding place, I toyed with the carcass of the Bleen Bird, plucking the feathers off and sticking three of them through small holes in the Bleen Bird's skull, which had already been tied to a string that the invaders had used to tie the carcass to the trap. I made a necklace out of it and put it around my neck, I felt quite proud of my paw-work and the trophy I had made for myself, but I was tired and sleep was quickly sweeping over me.
I fell asleep, but it was a short lived sleep for I was awoken by the invaders. They had found me!
I felt myself being dragged out of my hiding place, I fought with mad determination. I had to get free. I couldn't let them take me away from Quartan3. I couldn't let them take me from my home, my kind, the only world I ever wanted to live.
Suddenly, I felt something prick me as I struggled to get away from them, the pain was brief, but darkness passed over me like a wave and eventually everything went black.

I awoke to find myself in a ship with several of my other kind, all of whom were lost, confused, and terrified of what was to come of them. I suspect the blue aliens, the invaders, had made sure to tell the pilot of the space ship about me and to constantly knock me out because I don't remember most of the flight...or even the crash.
I woke up in a crate in a truck, bound for who-knows-where, but the truck hit a large pothole and my crate was launched out of the bed and smashed on the roadside. Taking this opportunity, I fled. Fled right into another jungle.

The jungle never ends.

I still wore my trophy from my escape, now my only memento from home, as I wandered through this new jungle. There was so much....green. It was unsettling. I missed the purple hues of Quartan3, I longed to see the purple fields and Bleen Birds.
As I wandered about the jungle, I came across two strips of...I'm not sure what they were, but whatever they were, they had been broken and discarded. Thinking that they could come in handy, I tied them around my tail.
As I continued to wander about the jungle, I came across a bird with a broken wing, which became my meal for the day. The bird reminded me a great deal of a Bleen bird in plumage and taste, so I kept the feathers, feeling comforted by the fact that something of a different world could be so familiar and that this was proof that I could survive on this alien planet. I tied the feathers to the strips on my tail, so I wouldn't lose them.
I continued to wander around the jungle, searching for a way out of it when I came upon a small tribal village. Afraid of the people, I stayed on the outskirts of their village within the jungle. I watched them, intrigued by their actions, rituals, and day-to-day lives. I found their garb intriguing and I was quite interested in obtaining some of their trinkets.
Night fell and I made no move to do anything. I didn't dare try to do anything risky. I didn't know how they would react to me being in their village and to be honest, the last thing I wanted was for them to sense my presence.
Several days I watched the village, waiting to make my move.
It came one day when a child threw a tantrum and cast aside an arm band with a bird skull and feathers on it. Swiftly, I darted over and attempted to snatch the armband without being spotted, but I was picked up in an instant by others in the tribe.
Silence fell over everyone and we stared at one another for a long time. I tried to communicate with them telepathically, to tell them that I meant them no harm so long as they did nothing to harm me.
I'm not sure if they quite got the message because I found them acting strange, as if they revered me as some sort of deity or something. They even offered me food. They kept calling me Cuauhtémoc, over and over again. I managed to glean from them that it meant "falling eagle" perhaps it was a reference to what I had telepathically been telling them of how I ended up here. Perhaps they thought that I had fallen from the sky.
I was wary, but I accepted the food because I was hungry, that bird really didn't have much in the way of meat on it's body.
In the morning, I fled, though the tribal people were quite nice, I desired more than anything to find more of my kind for I was sure that others had managed to survive the crash. I couldn't possibly continue to be alone, trapped in the jungle.
But the jungle never ends.

i am glad i counted your form in, because it was really worth the read! i am a sucker for written pieces and this really went beyond what i was expecting for this zver. it is a very fascinating way for this zver to have acquired it's dressage, and i think it really suits them.
congratulations! this Zver is now yours, Rabbitheart!

i would like to thank everyone else who entered for this zver and had the patience for it to be judged <3

[Rabbitheart]

Oh wow! Thank you so very much! ♥
Témoc shall be well loved! ♥

I really enjoyed writing that story, I have literally no idea where it came from to be perfectly honest. X3 I love how it turned out though and I'm really glad that you enjoyed it! ♥