➸ - - - - Hi hi :] this is my ArtCraft entry for Round 1!! ➸ - - - - < Theme : Jungle < Bio : [ Selva - meaning jungle ] She / they Âge - 18 in human yrs Job - Next in line to the throne Mate - none < Personality traits : [+] brave , strong [=] loud , likes to lead [-] bossy , can be unkind < Physical appearance : Fur - Dark jet black fur, with green leopard print all over her body. Eyes - They have forest green eyes. Accessories - Selva has vines crawling up her left foreleg, neck and left ear, with ferns and a spike belt on her floofy tail. < Backstory : Selva was born in the jungle. She was raised a kind, caring leopard, the usual leopard appearance of yellow and black. However, one day their mother fell ill. Terribly ill. Selva wanted to care for her poor mother, and went out to gather her favourite snack- featherpulse berries. It all went well until nighttime struck. All of a sudden, the lush, chirpy forest she has always known was transformed into a dangerous trap… Selva knew they should take refuge and rest, but the nagging thought that her mother could be moments away from d y 1 n g was too great. So she moved onwards. In her hurry, however, she left the path by the river and was sent deeper and deeper still into the jungle and closer to the human city… The forest floor was smoother here. Not various shades of green either, but grey. It made her paws go click clack on the path. They gasped as they looked up. Tall, towering statues of rock, it seemed!! There were no trees though… It wasn’t shady like Selva was used to- they had to squint as she trod gingerly out into the sun. - s n a p - Selva swivelled on her paws to reveal a man in a black suit, holding a black mini machine with a pointed end… and had his thin, pale face twisted into a snarl. “Come here, little one. Just come here, and I won’t sh00t you…” It was at this moment she ran. Running faster than the wind, the tore into the city. In spite of her energy, they were getting tired, with aching legs. Luckily, she spotted a corner to hide behind - and just in time too. She sped behind the whitewashed wall, but their plan was flawed. Standing there was a bulky man and a woman, and she grabbed them by the tail. “Here she is, sir- little one, ain’t she tho? You sure she’s the one..?” The man said. “Are you… questioning me? Why, would you like to be coloured and put in display in my circus instead of her?” “No!! Oh definitely not sir- I.. err.. niceee.. I umm.. coat??” The man grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. “You do realise I won’t hesitate to have your head on my wall? I think you’ll go nicely next to the crocodiles, knowing how much you like them…” The man’s eyes widened with fear. “No…no!! P-please!! Anything but the crocodiles!! I beg you, please..!” ➸ - - - - I finish the story later >:]
