11.11.11

... Cold. Don't like... cold.

11.11.02 (evening)

Friend...?

11.11.02

Aah! Hot! Hot!

... Huh? Who...?

... Biiig! Flowers! ...!! So pretty! Wh-what...?! Red! Pop!

11.10.31 (evening)

Caaandle...!


11.10.31

Where...?

Small, borderline mini, with a near-emaciated frame. Thin, pitch black fur, like velvet to the touch, with a collection of rigid scales following the bridge of his snout, with patches on his cheeks, shoulders, and all down his spine and tail. Said limb is an elongated, whip-like structure with a plume of long, feathery black hair starting about halfway down and ending at the tip. Long, feathery mane, forelock draping over his eyes. Only the tiniest glimmer of light shimmers in the black pools beneath his eyelids. A pair of elongated canine teeth protrude from his mouth, suggesting he is far from herbivorous. Dainty ebony hooves are hidden beneath heavy feathering. Enormous, leathery, bat-like wings sprout from his back--he seems unwilling, or perhaps unable, to use them for flight, preferring instead to use the thumb joints to manipulate objects. A pair of tiny, curly black antlers reminiscent of the Space Beluga poke out from beneath his mane, though just behind the forward facing prong of each is a large, chalky white lump of half-melted wax--candles, with the bottoms melted so much that they appear to nearly drip onto his head. A third, much shorter horn protrudes from between his brows, a simplistic backwards-curving black point. Occasionally followed by a stream of black smoke, pooling around his hooves as he walks. Has a tendency to sport a skull in an attempt to "fit in" with what appears to be the main group in the forest. Has no idea how to attach it, though, so the skull may slip off if he is not careful.

Despite his fierce appearance, Zuccotto is a quiet, shy little creature. Usually keeps to himself, content to watch the deer frolic amongst themselves from a distance. Rarely, if ever, approaches others--those he will approach are usually "monsters" unto themselves, though he still maintains a buffer zone in case they feel the need to run him off as well. This attitude changes when his candles are lit; he becomes significantly more bold and sociable during the night. May be seen stalking (bow+jump) small forest animals for a meal, but will never attempt to take a deer. Seems to have a fondness for dove flesh, but is exceedingly clumsy at catching them, so tends to settle for rabbits and fish.

The unfortunate result of a brief tryst between a hart and a dragoness. The dragoness laid but one egg from the coupling, choosing a pumpkin patch for her nest, and abandoning the egg shortly thereafter. It hatched within weeks, and the cat-sized hybrid was quickly discovered by the young son of the owner of the patch. He was named for his habit of curling up with the smallest of the pumpkins in the patch, and carefully hidden until the harvest. By then, he had grown to the size of a calf and was extremely curious of his surroundings. Upon his secondary discovery, he was deemed an "abomination" and a "monster" and thus chased out of the patch he had called home. His human friend could do little more than watch as the creature was hunted by the adults. He fled as far as his hooves could carry him, running seemingly forever... only to trip and abruptly careen into a pile of rocks within a golden forest of birch trees. Stumbling to his feet, he discovered that he had slid on a number of candles strewn about the rocks, and that a pair had been impaled on his budding antlers. Dazed, he sank between the rocks, finding solace in his hiding place...

+ Ciel

? Herla
? Gehirn

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