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... quia non intellegor ulli.

A babarian I am here, because nobody understands me.

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OMG. The nostalgia.
My two beloved, ancient furrecats Berserk and Azrael.
I really love the two of them and ~tigrin 's furrecat species, in general. They are awesome. c:
She's currently hosting a little project, because these guys have their ten year anniversarry. So, if you own a furrecat and would like drawing it again or want to create one, now is the time. ;3
The project can be found here - [link]

So, but now a bit more on these guys, for those who might remember them and those who see them the first time. c;

Berserk
Berserk was breed selectivly for the pits. To combine the height and swift body of a plains furrecat with the muscle and brute strenghts of a mountain furrecat. Quite successful, in his case. He was raised and soon enough conditioned and broken. In his case this shows itself by a switch in his head turning the moment he enters the arena or is given an order and going absolutely and utterly berserk. He fights to kill without any second thought or hint of coincidence. He only stops when hes called back or his opponent is dead. Funny enough, outside the arena he proved himself to be compleatly different. He almost could be called a sort of leader among his owner's furrecats, caring and even helping his allies. He even was lucky enough to find a soulmate and lover. Yet, theur luck was short-lived. The humans cared little about their relationship or maybe they did it just because they knew which affection the two furrecats, they ended up making them fight. Berserk of couse no longer knowing whom he faught, when he entered the arena and in the end killed her. When she was dead, he realized what he had done and this was the one thing that ultimatly broke his mind. He somehow lost himself in a world of his own that day and every since is lost there. He hardly talks, but just smiles away, almost like a little kitten. The only thing left of the old Berserk, is the true berserk he is when in the arena. He was won in a cardgame by a man called Clay. He is a drunkenyard, but also has his heart on the right spot. He still sends Berserk to fights, but the same time cares for him, feeling sorry for him and what happened to leave him in that wracked mental state.
His fighting style is offensive, agressive, not very elegant, but incredibly fast. He hits like a bulldozer and shows no hint of mercy. His special move is ramming the other furrecat's head into the arena wall so hard and often that both, wall and skull get crushed. He also is known for literally breaking all his opponents bones, simply because of the brute strenghts in which he attacks.

Azrael
Azrael was originally ment to work at the mines, but he just didn't grow fast and strong enough. He so was sold to some labratory, where they performed all kinds of scientific research on him. The cybernetic eye being the most obvious reminder of these days. They also pretty much screwed up his nervous system, so he is neighter feeling pain nor any other touches a lot these days. To him everything is just dull. They also screwed him up in other ways, but those two are the most obvious ones. When they had enough of him they simply sold him to the pits. There he ended up with some junkie who soon enough died, leaving Azrael on his own. Not knowing where to go, he simply stayed, becoming a sort of left-over-fighter, used when the actual opponent had died too fast or nobody else was available. The people also experimented with him, implatating him those spikes to his artificial spine or the spikes on his hands. They're badly made and always infected, but again, he hardly feels it. At some point he is found by some orphaned children, the older boy, Darren, being a boy-for-everything and wanna-be pit-fighter and so, they team up. Least like that Azrael no longer has to fear everyone experimenting on and using him as they please. They children and Azrael actually grow very attatched to eachother, especially the younger girl, Allison.
He isn't that much liked a fighter by the crowds, because his fighting style is more defansive than it's offensive. He hardly attacks, but more likely dodges. However, there are people who really like him for his stealthy, fast ninja sort of moves. If he attacks, he does like the black shadow of a death angel. His special move his to break his opponents spine or cut open their vein with the blades implantated into his hands.

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The Furrecat species belongs to
They don't all live in the pits at earth, so make sure to read up on them at her gallery before creating one, please. c:

Description
... quia non intellegor ulli.

A babarian I am here, because nobody understands me.

---

OMG. The nostalgia.
My two beloved, ancient furrecats Berserk and Azrael.
I really love the two of them and ~tigrin 's furrecat species, in general. They are awesome. c:
She's currently hosting a little project, because these guys have their ten year anniversarry. So, if you own a furrecat and would like drawing it again or want to create one, now is the time. ;3
The project can be found here - [link]

So, but now a bit more on these guys, for those who might remember them and those who see them the first time. c;

Berserk
Berserk was breed selectivly for the pits. To combine the height and swift body of a plains furrecat with the muscle and brute strenghts of a mountain furrecat. Quite successful, in his case. He was raised and soon enough conditioned and broken. In his case this shows itself by a switch in his head turning the moment he enters the arena or is given an order and going absolutely and utterly berserk. He fights to kill without any second thought or hint of coincidence. He only stops when hes called back or his opponent is dead. Funny enough, outside the arena he proved himself to be compleatly different. He almost could be called a sort of leader among his owner's furrecats, caring and even helping his allies. He even was lucky enough to find a soulmate and lover. Yet, theur luck was short-lived. The humans cared little about their relationship or maybe they did it just because they knew which affection the two furrecats, they ended up making them fight. Berserk of couse no longer knowing whom he faught, when he entered the arena and in the end killed her. When she was dead, he realized what he had done and this was the one thing that ultimatly broke his mind. He somehow lost himself in a world of his own that day and every since is lost there. He hardly talks, but just smiles away, almost like a little kitten. The only thing left of the old Berserk, is the true berserk he is when in the arena. He was won in a cardgame by a man called Clay. He is a drunkenyard, but also has his heart on the right spot. He still sends Berserk to fights, but the same time cares for him, feeling sorry for him and what happened to leave him in that wracked mental state.
His fighting style is offensive, agressive, not very elegant, but incredibly fast. He hits like a bulldozer and shows no hint of mercy. His special move is ramming the other furrecat's head into the arena wall so hard and often that both, wall and skull get crushed. He also is known for literally breaking all his opponents bones, simply because of the brute strenghts in which he attacks.

Azrael
Azrael was originally ment to work at the mines, but he just didn't grow fast and strong enough. He so was sold to some labratory, where they performed all kinds of scientific research on him. The cybernetic eye being the most obvious reminder of these days. They also pretty much screwed up his nervous system, so he is neighter feeling pain nor any other touches a lot these days. To him everything is just dull. They also screwed him up in other ways, but those two are the most obvious ones. When they had enough of him they simply sold him to the pits. There he ended up with some junkie who soon enough died, leaving Azrael on his own. Not knowing where to go, he simply stayed, becoming a sort of left-over-fighter, used when the actual opponent had died too fast or nobody else was available. The people also experimented with him, implatating him those spikes to his artificial spine or the spikes on his hands. They're badly made and always infected, but again, he hardly feels it. At some point he is found by some orphaned children, the older boy, Darren, being a boy-for-everything and wanna-be pit-fighter and so, they team up. Least like that Azrael no longer has to fear everyone experimenting on and using him as they please. They children and Azrael actually grow very attatched to eachother, especially the younger girl, Allison.
He isn't that much liked a fighter by the crowds, because his fighting style is more defansive than it's offensive. He hardly attacks, but more likely dodges. However, there are people who really like him for his stealthy, fast ninja sort of moves. If he attacks, he does like the black shadow of a death angel. His special move his to break his opponents spine or cut open their vein with the blades implantated into his hands.

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The Furrecat species belongs to
They don't all live in the pits at earth, so make sure to read up on them at her gallery before creating one, please. c: