Please note: this IS her old form I used last time, but it isnt for laziness, but rather I feel like she still fits well with the setup and the connection i made with her.
→name;;lazia
nickname;;Zia←
→gender;;female
sexuality;;demi-pansexual←
→hobby:tree climbingxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
loud noises✘
winter✘
police✘
coldness✘
foreign lands✘
flies✘
✔candy
✔trees
✔home
✔quietness
✔yellow
✔stealing
✔spring
Zia is a very timid Viscet. She would rather hide then go out and find a pack. She's anti-social and afraid others, running away from friendly new Viscets wanting to be friends with the paranoid raptor. She also hates arguing, going as far as just letting everything win. Because of this, Viscets have taken up to using her to get what they want. Many Viscets have great possessions from intimidating her and she rarely has a valuable item. However, her most prized possession, a basset hound plush, never seems to get taken, causing her to have a close bond with. She related to the sad look in its eyes, small body, and lowered ears.
She has a love of chewing squishy things. The way it feels in her teeth lowers her anxiety as she relieves her stress into the chewy item. She also has a love for candy, especially caramel. The sweet taste of candy can often be tasted inside her mouth as she steals so much candy. Hiding her candy in her fluffy mane, you would never know that the small, sneaky Viscet has came in and got a few candy bars, some gum, and, of course, tic tacs and caramel candy.
She loves in a broad-leaved forest. The long, thin trees and the messy underbrush are like a dream home for her. She can easily hide her candy in the heavy vegetation while trying to climb trees. Despite her quiet and shy personality, she has a desire to be a leader, one everyone looks up to, but because she cant even get herself in a pack, she likes to use trees as a way to fill her to be a leader
She imagines herself going through hard times that never seem to end with the long, breakable trunk. The bumps, the worst times, are the small, isolated branches that stick out among their own. The leaves that fall as she breaks branches, proudly feeling the break of the twig and the crack of it tearing from the trunk are the Viscets that give up and let themselves fall, or become interested in something else. As she gets higher, there's always that one branch that's too hard to break, too heavy to overcome. However, this branch is the success, but she has to keep going. Even though this is the prize, she has to strive for more, go for the best. She finally gets this prize as the not-so isolated ranches thin out, now covered in the leaves that hide the sun. The problems are thinning out, showing that she has won. As she feels the sunlight once her face begins to pass the final leaves,she knows she has won She looks among the trees, examining the plants. Some are larger, some much smaller, but she knows its not right to be jealous and envious of the larger ones, the better ones. Shes happy with her tree, which signifies her life. She looks down, imagining the Viscets on the pack, looking up to her, whispering to themselves, "I wish I could be the leader" and "She must of worked hard to get there". She knows, in reality, she is the rocks, envious of the ground, the packs, but the feeling of leadership at the top of the trees overcome that loneliness.
