Username:booklover789
Name:Eztli
(EZ-lee)
Means "blood" and is Aztec (Nahuatl) in origin. Gender:Female
Personality:Eztli is a conniving pseudodragon, as she enjoys playing tricks on others. She'll often climb up high and then leap down upon others, smiling as she hears their startled shrieks. She absolutely loves frightening others out of their wits, and adores scaring anyone who is unfortunate enough to be near her. She is the master of sneaking around, and often will hide behind doors or curtains, just waiting for someone to pass by so she can jump out and scare them. Eztli is definitely a trickster, and she'll prank anyone - she's not picky at all about who her victims are. She is rebellious by nature, and often will take risks that her more reserved, cautious friends deem "horrible ideas," but Eztli always survives them, no matter how crazy they may seem. She is very determined, and once she sets her mind on something she'll never change it. Eztli is confident by nature, and doesn't think negatively of herself at all. She honestly can't stand pseudodragons that follow the crowd and aren't true to themselves. She hates being around beings that are more sheep-like than individual - she abhors even the thought of following the crowd, and generally will do everything she can to not be like the "in-crowd." She is definitely a leader, and wouldn't be able to stand being a follower. Eztli is very independent and forges her own path, often marching to the beat of her own drum. She doesn't always take instruction well, and often rebels against authoritative figures, but she never means any harm by her actions. Others have christened her "eccentric" and "crazy," and for this reason, she doesn't have many friends. She tends to push others away with her odd habits and mannerisms - but she seems to be all right being by herself.
Art:
By me (booklover789)
Story:Solomon was sitting on his couch, eating the chocolate coins he'd gotten from one gracious house that he'd trick-or-treated at. Suddenly, the door burst open, and in raced Eztli, panting as she lapt atop his chandelier.
Solomon glanced over at the door, watching it swing shut in the breeze. When he looked up to the chandelier, he had an almost irked expression on his face. "May I help you, Eztli?"
"Shh!" she hissed, making herself as small as she possibly could on the swinging light fixture.
Solomon sighed, shook his head, and went back to eating his coins.
The door burst open once again, and in jumped
Sophocles, his neighbor.
"May I help you?" he asked, the annoyed expression clearly seen now. He stuffed his mouth full of candy.
"Eztli stole all of my Halloween candy!" the bright blue pseudodragon spat, looking around the room after closing the door. "I could've SWORN I saw her dart in here. Have you seen her?"
Solomon's mouth was full, so he couldn't answer verbally. Instead, he nodded his head.
"Did she leave?"
Solomon shook his head, pointing up with his tail.
"You must be joking."
Frowning, Solomon shook his head and pointed up again.
"You killed her?!"
Solomon's face took on a look of disgust as he swallowed. "No, of course not! She's right up - "
"YAAAAAAAH!" yelled Eztli as she leapt down from the chandelier, landing right on top of Sophocles.
Sophocles bucked Eztli off quickly, and then pinned her to the ground. "What's wrong with you?! You stole all of my candy!"
"I didn't steal it!"
A look of hope briefly crossed Sophocles' face. "Really?"
"Of course not! I ate it!" She spat in his face and squirmed out from underneath him as he backpedaled. She raced into Solomon's kitchen, locking the door behind her.
"EW EW EW!" Sophocles yelled, wiping the spit off of his face and onto Solomon's carpet. Looking over at his friend, his face was one of shock. "You're rather calm."
"I'm eating. Why wouldn't I be calm?"
"Because a pseudodragon you barely know came into your house after stealing my candy and eating all of it?! What makes you think she won't do the same to you?!"
"I'm eating the last of my candy now."
"And that collection of chocolate coins you've been saving for years to beat the world record?"
He shrugged. "She'll never find it. She's clever, but not THAT clever."
The door to the kitchen creaked open, and Eztli's head popped out. "Got any gravy?"
"For what?" asked Solomon, barely glancing over at the grey and red pseudodragon who was raiding his kitchen.
"For the Hershey bars you've got in the cupboard."
"Bottom shelf of the oak pantry. You can eat it without cooking it, if you'd like. The preservatives keep it fresh."
"Thanks!" Eztli said, smiling before she closed the door again.
Sophocles looked over at Solomon incredulously. "You MUST be joking. You're just letting her ransack your house?!"
Solomon shrugged. "If she were destroying something of value than I wouldn't be sitting here letting her do it, now would I?"
"No, but - "
"She just needs a friend, Sophocles. If we're mean to her and never show her kindness, she'll never get that friend which she so desperately needs."
"I guess you're right."
"Of course I'm right."
"Well, I'll be off. Maybe I can get more candy."
"The night is young. There's still hope for you."
"Good luck dealing with Eztli."
"She won't be a problem at all. Good night, Sophocles."
"G'night, Solomon."