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Holland
Legacy Name: Holland
The
Storm MontreOwner:
KidAge: 15 years, 6 months, 3 weeks
Born: November 10th, 2008
Adopted: 8 years, 3 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: February 12th, 2016
Statistics
- Level: 2
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 1
- Books Read: 1
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
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*"Oh come off it!" He shouted after a sleek and wildly beautiful Feli as she stormed past him. Her white fur bristling with anger. He's done it this time.
Another fight. How did it get like this?.
Holland found these thoughts being said on more then one occasion lately, far too many occasions according to him. Living on an aircraft 24/7 really seemd like a good idea at first. He was so excited when she said yes to traveling with him across the globe.
This time however, he found himself doubting he even asked. It was only a playful remark he made on her baggy eyed, tired appearance, he knew he was only really trying to lighten her mood. He didn't mean anything bad by comparing her to a Terracoon.
She's been so snappy lately, it drove him crazy walking on egg shells around her.
He rolled his eyes and walked over to her, nuzzling his purple-grey, furred face into her neck.
"Geez babe, you know I'm kidding." He worriedly laughed. "You'd be the most attractive Terracoon I've ever seen if you were."
"UGH, you just don't know when to quit!" She exasperatedly breathed out, spinning around on him. That familiar feisty flare he loved so much was starting to ignite in her eyes.
"Wh-whoa-whoa there! You didn't even let me finish! I was going to say but you ARN'T a Terracoon your my gorgeous wild-cat, you know that, com'on lighten up.. please?"
He was starting to feel her stare cut through him, like she just wouldn't have any of what he's saying at all. He knew joking around maybe wouldn't have been a good idea so early in the morning. But with all her tension he wasn't too sure how to even begin to cool her down.
He laughed nervously and looked down, avoiding any other expression she could make.
To his relief she finally sighed and dropped her aggressive stance to a slight slouch, her gaze softening. Holland couldn't help but smile, she was so cute to him. He could almost say he loved these moments just to see her gentle face in the end.
He lazily walked up to her and kissed her head before backing up a smidge, using his paws to gently lift her face toward him.
"There. Not so bad am I?" He cooed.
She raised an eyebrow and chuckled, turning toward the window. Her tail strategically grazing his face and under his chin.
It was beginning to get gloomy out, he peered over her shoulder at the sky. It was only morning and light splatters of rain could be seen on the window. He liked to think the sky would tell him how his day is going. Every moment when he'd notice it, it always seems to reflect how his day has gone.
Last time he glanced at it like this he was having a calm day tidying up his air craft, music blaring in his ears, a mop in one hand, and the feeling that he was there, singing and holding a guitar.
He loved calm days like that.*
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RRRRRRHMHHMHBMMM!
Loud thundering brought him back to reality.
He shook his head, spraying the water off of his drenched fur as scenes from yesterday morning faded away and he regained awareness.
Loosing his footing on the cold metal wing he slipped, but quickly adjusted and held his ground again, fighting the whipping winds.
He needed to concentrate. Although it was a nice reminder of who he was fighting for. He found he wasn't as hopeless anymore. He would find her.
He would fight till the death to get her back home.
He trudged as quietly as he could to get to the window centered in the middle of the wing. He was never more grateful he was a storm Montre, and not any other species of Montre until his powers finally became handy.
Flying with the lighting at dangerous speeds and supercharging not only his pace to hunt this air ship down, but also his feet to keep him from flying off of the wing, he hunkered down against the raging winds and came closer to his goal, his lighting enhanced body eating up the charges of electricity in the air.
*Why would they take her?! I hope she's ok! If they did anything to her I'll do anything to rip them apart!*
He clenched his teeth in a snarl at the worried and alarmed thoughts he was having.
He wouldn't think twice at killing any of them if they stood between him and his girl. But he knew as well as anything that even if they weren't in his way, he'd kill them for taking her away from him.
He'd kill them all.
This profile, story, and art is by me,Kid.BIG THANKYOU FOR Megido FOR MAKING MY DREAMS COME TRUE AND GIVING ME MY DREAM PET NAME! HE WOULD NEVER HAVE EXISTED WITHOUT YOU!
*"Oh come off it!" He shouted after a sleek and wildly beautiful Feli as she stormed past him. Her white fur bristling with anger. He's done it this time.
Another fight. How did it get like this?.
Holland found these thoughts being said on more then one occasion lately, far too many occasions according to him. Living on an aircraft 24/7 really seemd like a good idea at first. He was so excited when she said yes to traveling with him across the globe.
This time however, he found himself doubting he even asked. It was only a playful remark he made on her baggy eyed, tired appearance, he knew he was only really trying to lighten her mood. He didn't mean anything bad by comparing her to a Terracoon.
She's been so snappy lately, it drove him crazy walking on egg shells around her.
He rolled his eyes and walked over to her, nuzzling his purple-grey, furred face into her neck.
"Geez babe, you know I'm kidding." He worriedly laughed. "You'd be the most attractive Terracoon I've ever seen if you were."
"UGH, you just don't know when to quit!" She exasperatedly breathed out, spinning around on him. That familiar feisty flare he loved so much was starting to ignite in her eyes.
"Wh-whoa-whoa there! You didn't even let me finish! I was going to say but you ARN'T a Terracoon your my gorgeous wild-cat, you know that, com'on lighten up.. please?"
He was starting to feel her stare cut through him, like she just wouldn't have any of what he's saying at all. He knew joking around maybe wouldn't have been a good idea so early in the morning. But with all her tension he wasn't too sure how to even begin to cool her down.
He laughed nervously and looked down, avoiding any other expression she could make.
To his relief she finally sighed and dropped her aggressive stance to a slight slouch, her gaze softening. Holland couldn't help but smile, she was so cute to him. He could almost say he loved these moments just to see her gentle face in the end.
He lazily walked up to her and kissed her head before backing up a smidge, using his paws to gently lift her face toward him.
"There. Not so bad am I?" He cooed.
She raised an eyebrow and chuckled, turning toward the window. Her tail strategically grazing his face and under his chin.
It was beginning to get gloomy out, he peered over her shoulder at the sky. It was only morning and light splatters of rain could be seen on the window. He liked to think the sky would tell him how his day is going. Every moment when he'd notice it, it always seems to reflect how his day has gone.
Last time he glanced at it like this he was having a calm day tidying up his air craft, music blaring in his ears, a mop in one hand, and the feeling that he was there, singing and holding a guitar.
He loved calm days like that.*
______________________________________
RRRRRRHMHHMHBMMM!
Loud thundering brought him back to reality.
He shook his head, spraying the water off of his drenched fur as scenes from yesterday morning faded away and he regained awareness.
Loosing his footing on the cold metal wing he slipped, but quickly adjusted and held his ground again, fighting the whipping winds.
He needed to concentrate. Although it was a nice reminder of who he was fighting for. He found he wasn't as hopeless anymore. He would find her.
He would fight till the death to get her back home.
He trudged as quietly as he could to get to the window centered in the middle of the wing. He was never more grateful he was a storm Montre, and not any other species of Montre until his powers finally became handy.
Flying with the lighting at dangerous speeds and supercharging not only his pace to hunt this air ship down, but also his feet to keep him from flying off of the wing, he hunkered down against the raging winds and came closer to his goal, his lighting enhanced body eating up the charges of electricity in the air.
*Why would they take her?! I hope she's ok! If they did anything to her I'll do anything to rip them apart!*
He clenched his teeth in a snarl at the worried and alarmed thoughts he was having.
He wouldn't think twice at killing any of them if they stood between him and his girl. But he knew as well as anything that even if they weren't in his way, he'd kill them for taking her away from him.
He'd kill them all.
This profile, story, and art is by me,
Kid.BIG THANKYOU FOR Megido FOR MAKING MY DREAMS COME TRUE AND GIVING ME MY DREAM PET NAME! HE WOULD NEVER HAVE EXISTED WITHOUT YOU!