BEAUTY CONTEST 10.07
My neck... it hurts.
Vote for me please?
Full Name: Baronium Bori (融骨狳)
Colour: Merging Halloween Magma
Description: Similar to the typical Boris, Baron is a bit on the shy side. He is never one to quarrels and are always protective of others. He cares deeply for everyone and deeply appreciates all life forms. However, few understands or appreciates him.
He wears the remains of an old friend as a reminder of their friendship. Most people are terrified of the bones he wears and this made him a very lonely Bori. But if it is to honour the friend that died on his behalf then he has every intention of keeping it on him at all time. If only people will see pass his looks then they will realize they are staring into the one of the most beautiful and philosphical soul of all.
His position in the Squad is an odd one. He had long been expelled out of his old forest and somehow ended up here. He can sense the uneasiness on everyone's face when they see him, but he can also feels that they want to be as welcoming as possible. Although it is still difficult to adjust, Baron is slowly fitting in. He will eventually come to see this as home.
Baron's Art Gallery
Mini-Baron! (Gifts and Cute Adoptables)
Caves (He likes to hide in there)
Baron's Social Circle!
The StoryStory (by Charlie, part of a Creative Trade)
I'll be there. I swear, I will..."
The voices echoed in his head, making him wince in his sleep. His paws twitched as heavy footsteps came towards him, though he didn't quite awaken until it was too late. "There!" a loud voice cried, just a few hundred yards from him. Baron's eyes flashed open and he sat up, taking only a split second to look down the alley before breaking into a dead run. He fled as fast as he could, shaking his head to dispel water droplets as they rained down on him from the skies. They bounced off the bones wrapped around his body, protecting his soft inner fur from the cold, and he continued sprinting away from those who knew what he'd done.
Tears filled his eyes, spilling down the sockets of his mask, but he continued on, despite the fact that he had no idea where he was going. He suddenly found himself nose-to-brick with an impassable barrier and he looked up at it with a panicked look on his face. Fight or flight took over and he dug furiously at the deeply packed clay beneath his feet, praying that his claws didn't break off. Finally, his hole was deep enough to shimmy through and he squeezed beneath the brick wall, darting away as soon as his back legs were free.
The edge of town came into view and he slowed his pace, panting heavily as the bones clacked together. He looked over his shoulder, watching the lights disappear as he ran. When his feet sensed soft grass, he slowed completely and walked lazily through the forest, sighing softly at his predicament. Was it so hard for him to live alone? Why did it matter? He wasn't hurting anyone, he just wanted to be left in peace. But it wasn't about what he was doing, anymore, but what he had already done. He looked up in time to see a long-abandoned shack with the door ajar and he headed towards it with a defensive posture. He crept closer, sniffing at the air suspiciously, and growled suddenly as a foreign smell assaulted his nostrils.
The hair along his spine bristled up against the skeleton along his body as his lips curled back over his teeth in warning, "Come out." His voice was sharp and it even surprised him in its harshness, as he wasn't usually so on edge. He heard a soft whimper from within the shack and with his eyes narrowed and sense on edge, he crept closer until he was looking into the shack. His posture relaxed as a tiny beagle puppy limped out of the shack, cowering against the rotting-wood floor. Baron laid down on his stomach and rested his chin on his paws, smiling softly at the filthy little creature. "Come on out, little one. I won't hurt you," he murmured in his softest voice.
The beagle hobbled out on his 3 good legs, sitting down a few feet in front of Baron. Baron smiled and continued to wait while the Beagle slowly scooted closer, lifting his head gradually to keep from scaring the poor thing. When the animal was close enough, Baron gave him a solid lick across his forehead as a measure of comfort, not at all surprised when the Beagle dove right into his chest for warmth. Baron stood and picked up the pup in his jaws, carrying him into the shack and curling up around him on the floor.
So this was it. He wasn't meant to be alone, he was meant to rescue another being from a slow, painful death, perhaps to rectify his previous neglect. After his companion was long gone, he was sure that he'd lost any chance at being happy, especially with another being. But, here he was, curled around a puppy that was in dire need of a companion, if only for a short time. Still, Baron knew that he wasn't the best care-giver and that his first mission would be to find the pup a good home, a safe home away from harm. 'But...' he thought, as he looked up at the storm clouds, 'That can wait till morning.' With that, he laid his head down, reached forward with a paw and closed the shack's door as he dozed off.
When morning came, all too soon, Baron was the first to awaken and he slowly removed himself from the shack so as not to wake the pup. He took off into the city, sticking to the alleys as he searched for a meal. He crept up behind a rather burly man with a sack full of groceries and reached in with his snout alone. He pulled back with an rather long chain of sausages and darted away, twirling the sausages around his neck as he ran. He laughed loudly as he heard the man curse and try to catch him, but it was futile. Baron lept over a falling wooden fence, disappearing into the woods as he took the long way back to the shack.
He laughed the entire way and came trotting lazily out of the woods, chuckling softly to himself as the shack came into view. "Come on, pup. Breakfast," he called, bounding over to the pup in a playful way when his little face poked around the edge of the open door. The beagle barked loudly and romped with Baron for a few minutes before latching onto one of the sausages and tugging at the rope. "Alright, alright. You first, then," he said, laying down and shaking the rope onto the ground. The pup pounced on the meat, eating 3 full links before leaving the other 9 to Baron.
After the both ate, Baron got to his feet and scooped up the pup in his mouth again, heading back to the city. "You're gonna get a home today, pup. This promise, I'll keep," he murmured with the pup's fur thick in his mouth. They were just in time for the street merchants to start opening up, leading the shoppers right into the center of the city, where Baron was waiting for the right person. He waited behind a trashcan, grooming the pup as he laid on his stomach, glancing up often at the street in front of them. After a while, the pup was dirt-free and, while he didn't smell any better, he looked much healthier.
Just as Baron finished up, a small child skipped past their alleyway, with her mother walking along beside her. "We'll find one," he heard the woman say, sparking his interest. "No we won't. They were all sick and ugly," the child whined, continuing to skip down the sidewalk. 'They could only be talking about pups...' he thought, standing up and grabbing the pup as he trotted off. He stayed close to the pair, darting behind a stand as they stopped at it. He crept beneath the stand, poking his head beneath the sheet wrapped around the table, and dropped the pup at the little girls feet, nipping its rear a little to make it yelp.
The girl looked down and squealed at the top of her little lungs, snatching the pup up quickly. "Mommy! He's perfect!" she squealed, giggling as the pup licked her face eagerly. Baron smiled and pulled away from the stand, just in time to get recognized. "HE'S HERE! THE ONE THAT DID IT IS IN THE CITY!" he heard someone cry out. He gasped and ran off again, heading back the way he'd come. The shack wouldn't be enough now, they would be able to see him anywhere.
He felt the crowd growing in number and catching up to him, making him run faster than he ever thought he could. He jumped over benches, darted under stands, and right through people's legs, trying his hardest to dispel his followers. Even as he reached the edge of the town, they continued chasing him. He had no choice but to keep running, but how long could he avoid capture?
A Beagle's RambleI love his intense style of shading. x3 And I've always wanted a character that can feature some of my future comics that will be more reflective in nature. I want a character that won't be out of place if he is teaching a moral lesson to people or just get people thinking. Baron is the perfect one. :3 (-Semmy)