#zacaraya

[zacaraya]

Twisted Wonderland OC, Zacaraya Samble. Concept inspired by Zira from The Lion King II: Simba's Pride.

[rove-bogge]

Continued from here: @zacaraya

The other was taller then him. He frowned at it feeling insulted already. He frowned more when the other offered him water. He was not going to drink some assholes backwashy water. "N-no thank you!" He rasped wincing at how dry his throat sounded. A cold water would be heaven right now but he would rather die before accepting someones half drank bottle....gross... And then Zac commited the biggest sin. The other bent down to meet his eye level. The Audacity! His mouth opened. The shout of protest catching in his throat as the other lent in close touching his face. He went red with rage similar to a certain qeen of hearts...though not as crimson as he gwacked a squeak of indignation left him as he lost all words at the continous crime being commited against him. As Zac smirked at him he screeched. "Don't touch me, you creep!" He shouted stepping back snarling at the other. For the moment it likely looked like he would attempt biting the other if he got close again. He stumbled slightly on his feet thought as his head spun clearly feeling light headed from the running, the sport and now his rage. Covering his mouth he heaved slightly as his brows knotted. "I'm going to be sick..." He murmured.

[galacticemperorsolaris]

Continued from here with @zacaraya

He had just begun to zoom out from the stars he'd been studying as someone spoke up, breaking the peace, and concentration he'd had. It certainly did startle him, though it didn't manifest in the way the beastman was likely hoping for. He slowly raised his head, but didn't turn to face him just yet. Solaris' grip on the telescope tightened in irritation, though relaxed just as quickly, he didn't want to break it.

There were few things he hated more than being interrupted, especially when he knew most, if not all students were sleeping. And had planned on hours of undisturbed studying.

"My reasons for being out here are quite clear. If you truly believe otherwise, you are incredibly unobservant and quite daft on top of it." He calmly replied, turning to see who had decided to harass him.

"State your intentions. It is hardly common for those from your dorm to be gallivanting about at this hour." He commanded, as he studied Zac with a harsh gaze, posture defensive, and reflective of his annoyance.

Solaris was fully aware of the mandatory Spelldrive practice every morning in Savanaclaw, and never expected to see someone from that dorm at this hour. Before he had turned, he'd been expecting someone else, either from his own dorm or from Diasomnia, as such he was incredibly surprised and equally suspicious about this "chance" meeting.

[rove-bogge]

One and a half men...and a robot baby

starter for @zacaraya He couldn't believe they were doing this project....He was pretty certain he was going to be childfree for the rest of his life...unless bugs counted as children...those were his babies and much prefered then a small crying poop machine.

But as Froll rattled on about responsibilities of parent hoods and the punishments of failing the class he had zones out. It's fine he will just hack his baby for perfect scores...easy...

He completely missed the part about the magical recoil warning that Froll gave out while he was busy plotting...that wouldn't bite him in the ass later.

When he finally zoned back in it was when the baby was placed in front of him.

"Mr Bogge you will be paired up with Mr Samble." Rove's face visibly fell when he glanced at Zac. Grumbling as he could see that condescending sly smile.... didn't Zac know that one's handsome face loses points when you're a dick....

Sighing dramatically he picked up the baby careful not to trigger it crying before walking over to Zac's desk. "Guess you're my partner for this project..."

Pulling up a chair he sat down as he pulled out his planner. "So what days do you want this thing..." He hissed, wanting to spend as much time away from the other as possible...he knew he owed Zac a favour and he was praying the other would forget it so he didn't have to be humiliated by the lion boy.

Why couldn't he be lazy like Leona and just not bother him?

"I have a poker game in three days time so I would rather not have this stupid baby." He added.

[rove-bogge]

Continues from here @zacaraya ___ His nose wrinkled as he realised he was about to have too down three of these terrible drinks. With a sigh he took the drinks and swigged them back. Wincing at the burn that ran down his throat. Shaking his head after as he groaned. "You could of gotten something that tasted better then battery acid..." He scoffed. Moving to place the cup down he walked up hand held out for the paddle. "Let's see then..." He scoffed taking the paddle after a few moments and picking up three balls. Firing the first one it bounced off the rim of the cup into the ground a sudden yelp and "What the hell!" Had him wincing slightly in on himself. "Whoops..." He murmured looking away with an innocent whistle. The next two shots though landed neatly into little red cups as he smirked at Zac. "Oh Don't worry, I won't be drinking alone after all...drink up kitty!" He smirked feeling a confidence brew. "Whose knows maybe we can even raise the stakes."

[rove-bogge]

[TRIP] the sender trips the receiver.

The blazing-hot sun fastened itself in clear-blue skies above, not a single cloud to be found. Heatwaves pummeled to the ground, offering no mercy to the poor students that were fated to participate in gym class that unfortunate sizzling afternoon. Zacaraya silently lurked in the shadows as he eyeballed the other students run repeatedly around the racetrack, as if stalking prey. "Which one is the most valuable..." he mumbled to himself as cognac-brown eyes darted to someone clearly belonging to Savanaclaw, who looked as if he weren't even trying to break a sweat. No. He wanted someone that had drive, fight. "Samble, get running!" Came the voice of their coach, to which Zacaraya haphazardly pushed himself off the brick wall to begin sauntering over towards his fellow suffering classmates. Stepping onto the track, he readied himself by leaning down into a crouched position with both hands placed firmly against the ground, front knee leaning over the starting line, and his back knee resting upon the ground; The Four-point sprint start position. He was about to lean forward to distribute the bulk of his body weight in preparation to start running until he heard someone approach him from behind, sounding as if they were literally dying from exhaustion. He tilted his head around to examine the source, only to realise that this person seemed to actually be trying. Who was he even competing against?? Hie eyes shot wide-open in a split-second decision, and he pushed his foot out into the stranger's lane, with the intention of tripping them, 'accidentally'.

He hated sports....He didn't mind spelldrive...that was just a magic fight with some running involved...that was competative and had meaning...running on the other hand...who had a need for running???? He felt like his lungs were trying to eject themselves from his mouth. He hated it....like sickness stuck in his throat hot and choking as he tried to gasp in breaths that never reached the burning lungs. He pounding at the lack of oxygen as his shirt stuck slick to his skin in a disgusting sheen of sweat that made him shudder as his heart pounded hard like it was going to explode. He hated this... He couldn't bitch anymore in his head though as the world spun as he suddenly ate dirt knocking what little wind he had. He lay there wheezing into the ground as he choked spitting up bile as his stomache tried to empty what little he had in it from the shock of the faceplant. He could hear people sniggering and he seethed. Suddenly turning on the person beside him he caught that little stuck out foot. "Bastard...." He snarled Slowly pushing himself up not caring for the dirt on his clothing and face. "You did that on purpose, you single braincelled jock!" He hissed puffing up similar to a pomerarian, all bark no bite as he glared at Zac people sniggering and goading the pair to start fighting for entertainment.

[rove-bogge]

When snacks ran out the dreaded shop run was needed. Interrupting his long hours of winning and losing at dice online and leaving him in a sour mood that he decided needed to be fixed with a mixture of savoury and sweet snacks that make any dentist scream in horror.

it was just his pitifully poor bad luck that as he was handing over his money to Sam that the heavens opened and downpoured heavy rains onto the earth. Standing in the doorway he could only stare in shock at the sudden torrential rains they had been gifted with.

and much to his surprise he wasn't alone in this fate looking to his side to see Zac stood beside him possibly debating the best path to take with the downpour. At least Rove was semi prepared.

"No umbrella?" He sneered. "Hmm imagine if I left you to walk through the rain without one...but I'm in a good mood today so I guess you can share mine with me." He grinned pulling out his umbrella adding a dramatic flare hitting the button on his which shot the umbrella up and open.

He had made a slight miscalculation....The height difference. Only realising maybe he should have opened it forward instead as the umbrella shot up and collided straight into Zac's jaw with a loud crack and a shocked squawk escaping Rove's lips in horror.

Oh...he was so dead....

[rove-bogge]

Rove gains +5 speed.

Birthdays... Zacaraya was never one to even celebrate his own, nevermind anybody else's special day. He sat on a bench in the University's gardens, peering down at a medium-sized rectangular box decorated with midnight-blue and gold wrapping paper; each fold perfectly calculated and cut to make it look like a masterpiece, as is what Zac's perfectionism demanded.

With a defeated sigh, he rubbed his eyes when he saw the name he'd written on it. Should he just throw it away? Rove would likely hate it and throw it back in his face anyway.

Suddenly, he felt a presence next to him, like a dark shadow looming over his shoulder. He jolted a bit, and immediately fumbled with the gift in his hands as if to try and hide it, but just ended up setting it to the side slightly out of eyeshot. He despised people sneaking up him.

"Oh, you're actually outside touching grass for once, hm?" he teased, never a faulter in his tone. "'Suppose there's always a first time for everything."

He hesitated, for just a few seconds, before silently gazing up at Rove and holding the box out for him. His brown lion ears were flattened against his head as if to express submission - that he wasn't there to make fun of Rove despite his words. His lips were pressed into a thin tight line, and his tail flinched. He'd never given a present to anyone before, not since he was a child, so it felt understandably awkward for him.

He glanced away, internally screaming at how much his face felt like it was on fire.

Inside the box were a pair of top-notch sneakers. They were mainly blue with black lacings, and were no doubt amazingly comfortable. He had seen Rove in nothing but crocs ever since they met. He knew the Ignihyde was never one to care about his looks, but letting him walk about like that just didn't sit well with Zac. He was able to guess his shoe size quite easily just from a glance, and later, he would likely tease Rove about almost having to shop in the children's section.

Rove had been grabbing dandelion leaves for some of his bugs when Zac approached him. The grass joke made a half laugh before placing the weed leaves in his bag and dusting his hands off.

"So what brings you to- '' He stopped mid sentence as he noticed Zac's body language. Thinking of an anime he had seen where people had body swapped he almost wondered if Zac and Idia had traded bodies. A giggle escaping his lips at the picture his mind made. It was rather cute to view in a way.

He blinked at the box. "You...got me a present?" He was shocked. Flushing slightly as he stared at the neatly wrapped present in his hands. "I...didn't expect you would get me something....Why?" He questioned before shaking his head. "Never mind..."

Soon the sound of rove carefully peeling back the tape careful to not rip or damage the paper. Soon pulling out the box and flipping the lid he stared wide eyed at the sneakers. They looked immaculate and fancy. More fancy than most shoes and a perfect fit too....wait....

He gave Zac a suspicious look. "How did you know my foot size....did you sneak into my room and measure my feet in my sleep!!!" He teased slightly at first before reaching up on his tip toes and scritching Zac's ear. "Thanks kitty!" He chirped before heading back to his room.

Later Zac would See Rove in his dorm uniform during dinner talking to Ortho. If Zac glanced down he would see the new sneakers on his feet.