sporobolus (DTAE)

Instructions

Arts: 1: Original Design 2: RUN DUDE RU- Bio: Name: Sporobolus Nicknames/Aliases: Sporo (Mostly everyone), Spore (Beetle) Gender: Male Pronouns: He/him Orientation: Apothisexual, Heteroromantic Backstory: Nothing went wrong for the smallest rabbit. Sporobolus was always happy, and always made everyone smile. He told jokes that were either just funny or so unfunny that they managed to get a chuckle out of someone. Sporobolus considered life in a village such as his own to be the greatest thing to exist. A small burrow that housed three families of rabbits was cramped, but Sporo saw it as an opportunity to make more friends. That was, until the king came to capture a criminal, since no one else was able to. He crushed every burrow he saw, until reaching Sporobolus’ burrow. The burrow began to cave in, and everyone was screaming. Sporo was caught in a flurry of escaping rabbits, and could barely make it out. He was ushered to the exit of the burrow with all the pushing and shoving, and tried to get the others out, but was too late. The burrow collapsed on nearly everyone, except for one. His father. His father had escaped. The King, a burly, battle-scarred, tough-looking wolf, suspected Sporobolus was the criminal. Sporo insisted he had done nothing, that it might’ve been his father, but the King ordered for Sporo to be arrested. With nothing else to do, the small rabbit ran, and he ran for what felt like moons. -one week timeskip- Sporobolus left the abandoned and hollowed-out tree he had stayed in for the night. The general’s patrols hadn’t caught him yet, but he knew they’d find him soon. His whiskers twitched. He’d have to find somewhere safe soon. There had been more patrols than usual lately, probably because he’d escaped. He suddenly bumped into something. Something tall and fluffy. He instantly expected it to be apart of a patrol, but when he backed up, there was a singular cat, sitting alone. She stared at him with wide eyes, and smiled. “You’re that criminal guy!” He huffed. “I’m not a-“ “My name’s Beetle! I bet you have a cool name, like, Dagger or Scar or Boulder!” “..it’s Sporobolus.” Beetle tilted her head. “That doesn’t sound very criminal-y. That must be a code name!! What’s your REAL name!?” Sporobolus narrowed his eyes. Never once had he been so angry at someone. “I’m not a criminal.” He repeated. “And my name is Sporobolus.” Beetle laughed. “Yeah, right! You must have YEARS of training!” “I’m younger than you.” “Yeah, but I didn’t get training!” “I can see why.” Sporo growled, then pinned his ears. He’d never heard himself growl before. This cat would only make him annoyed and he wouldn’t get anywhere, he knew that. With this in mind, he hopped away. However, he heard something. Turning to look behind him, he saw Beetle following him. “What do you want?” He asked, trying to remain calm. “I want you to train me.” Beetle announced proudly. “I only know how to dig holes and bolt if needed.” Sporo said. “Yeah, okay, but you escaped from the king!!” “It was pure luck.” He continued on his way, not even caring to look behind him. He knew Beetle would get bored and stop following him, it seemed likely, especially with how energetic she was. (this is a wip for now, also this is set in like the 1930’s)