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--The air was pushed from her lungs as the body of another Hissi slammed into her. Nelyr bared her fangs in an angry hiss as she snapped in vain at her attacker, jaws closing on empty space. Feral growls ripping from her chest, she shook off the Hissi and scrambled upright. She hurled herself at the creature in fury, and felt her teeth connect with flesh and bone. She clamped down hard and yanked her head back, ripping off a large chunk of throat from the other Hissi. Her opponent gasped and spluttered, staggering around the ring until he collapsed in a heap of blood and mangled flesh. Creatures cheered around her, but Nelyr was only focused on the body before her. Eyes zeroing in on the blood pooling at her feet, she let out a wild shriek, trying to lap up as much as she could.
Hello, I'm Daisy. This is my little application for Nelyr, sometimes called Lyr. Please note that Keii did not require a petpage application. I did this solely because I wanted to for fun. If you have any questions or comments about anything, please feel free to contact me here. Enjoy. :)
~Daisy
--Before she could think, restraining cords were wrapped around her neck. Nelyr hissed viciously, struggling to break free. A spike-embedded collar soon put a stop to the thrashing, so she stood there quietly, heaving slightly. A bit of foam trickled from her jaws and ran down her shimmering blue neck. She was roughly dragged away from the fight scene, her longing gaze still focused on her victim behind her.
Online_ I absolutely love to write, read, and roleplay. I find it easiest to write stories and create personalities for Hissies more than any other pets, so I have a lot of Hissies. X3 I haven't been drawing for very long...Just got my tablet this summer actually. I'm not very good at art, especially shading, and my anatomy could definitly use some more work. But I still have fun just trying. I think coding is fun, and I sometimes tend to go overboard on smilies. I love to goof off and make people laugh.
Offline, however, I live for sports. Softball mainly, although I enjoy off-season volleyball too. I live in Georgia, and I absolutely love hunting. Still waiting on that first buck, but I've taken out plenty of squirrels. =3 I'm sort of obsessed with the show CSI, and I love cats.
--She was thrown into a dark cell. No light shone through the single small window, and pools of stagnant water covered the floor. In one corner, a handful of damp hay served as some sort of a bed. Lyr crawled over to it, ignoring how the dirty water made her open wounds sting and burn. When she reached the makeshift nest, she turned and saw her captor standing at the bars of the cage, watching her with a fathomless look in his eyes. She glanced up at him hopefully, awaiting the reward that always came with a victory. Instead, he simply turned and walked away, without a second glance. Crestfallen, Lyr dropped her head and heaved a sigh. Her belly gurgled, but she stubbornly ignored it. Stiffling a yawn, she curled her head closer to her body and closed her eyes. The fast heaving of her body steadied into slower, gentler motions.
--It seemed as if she had only been asleep for mere moments when she was woken by the sharp clanging of her cage bars opening. Staggering to her feet, Lyr hissed in agitation. She saw something being thrust into the cage, and then the doors scraped shut once more. Still poised to attack, Lyr advanced upon the heap cautiously. It lay on the floor in a shuddering, whimpering pile, and she could sense that it was some sort of Hissi. Coming closer to the creature, she saw that it was a young male. Emanciated to the point of desperation, she could clearly see the outline of each bone protruding from his thin skin. When he caught sight of her, the Hissi lurched unsteadily upright. He backed against the wall in a panic, letting out a strangled cry. "Please, don't hurt me!"
If I were chosen as Nelyr's new owner, I would first put her story on her petpage (story is progressing at the beginning of each section, if you hadn't noticed). This current layout would most likely be the layout of the page. She would be adopted on one of my side accounts, which I check every day. She would be roleplayed with in my guild, which is specifically dedicated to Hissi roleplay. I would never dream of converting her, the old art is simply too lovely to change. She would never be traded or abandoned, and would always have a home with me and my small family. The Beauty Contest is also definitly in her future, and I would be absolutely delighted were she able to take the gold trophy! 8D I plan on giving her her own petpet, a cute little Tyrannian Delphin named Iliarilla (see about Lyr for pronounciation details). I've already even bought the petpet, she can be seen with her temporary pet here.
--Nelyr slithered closer to the frightened creature. For the first time in ages, a slow smile spread its way across her face. Letting out a low hiss of pleasure, she speaks with difficulty. "Meat...Meat good for Lyr." Without warning, she springs at her victim, snapping his neck with a delighted purr. The cracking of bones and ripping of flesh fill the air for a few moments, until she is finished and all that remains is a small bloody pile of scrap meat and bones. A low scratching noise can be heard at the window, and Lyr turns to see a small delphin slide through the bars. "Rhia eat...nice dinner." The petpet chirrups happily before going to demolish the rest of her owner's leftovers.
Name: Nelyr [pronounced Nell-year]
Nickname: Lyr [pronounced Leer]
Petpet: Tyrannian Delphin named Iliarilla [pronounced EE-uh-ree-uh]
Coloration and Appearance: The scales on her body are a shimmering ocean blue color. Her wings are covered in dark teal feathers that are very small and fine and hardly visible. Running along the length of her spine is a pale green, translucent ridge. The ends are paper thin and razor sharp. There are two neon green spikes underneath her jaw on both sides of her neck. When wet, they seem to radiate an eerie purple glow. Her eyes are green with tints of blue in them.
Speech: Disconnected and usually not very coherent. Because her speech is so broken and hard to understand, she is usually very uncomfortable talking. Rarely speaking, she prefers to convey her emotions and thoughts through growls, hisses, purrs, etc.
Flight: Because her wings were designed solely for steering underwater, they are not able to support her during flight. However, she is able to hover in the air a few feet from the ground. It is difficult for her to sustain though, and she hardly ever chooses to do this.
History: When she was young, she was captured by ruthless creatures who delighted in forcing their prisoners to battle. Having no choice but to fight for survival, Lyr became a savage killer. With every victory, she was rewarded with live creatures, to keep up her taste for blood. With every lose, she was sorely punished. After years of living like this, she was purchased by a kind-hearted friend and released. Not sure what to do with herself, she fled to the Ocean where she lives today.
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--Licking her jaws contentedly, Lyr turns once more to her hay stack. Rhia approaches and rubs her furry head affectionately on Lyr's scales. Suddenly, footsteps can be heard coming down the long hall outside her cage. Fearful for her faithful friend, Lyr tries to hide the petpet underneath the matted straw. The cage door swings open with a loud clang just as the delhpin's tail disappears under the bedding. Lyr sinks to the ground submissively as her captor stands at the entrance. Without warning, he jumps at her, roughly forcing a spiked collar over her neck. With the sharp spikes sticking into her neck, Lyr has no choice but to let herself be dragged out of the cage and down the hall.
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