Post by nightmaretears on Sept 15, 2007 20:12:38 GMT -5
Name:
Kyrean
Age:
1 summer and 6 moons
Gender:
Female
Description:
Of the rare maltese coloration, Kyrean has an odd appearance. Her pelt is a mottled mix between cool tawny and silvery grey/blue. Her spots are of normal size, and are black as night, almost slightly indigo in tint. Her eyes are a dark, strange color of blue. Starting at her neck and running down her spine is a strip of longer fur.
She is built for speed. Slim, long. Her legs are longer than normal, and extremely willowy. Under her pelt, she is blessed with lean, whipcord muscularity. Don't be fooled by how sleek and delicate she seems. She could take down prey larger than herself, and is a warrior. Also an excellent hunter. Her frame is slim, but she is taller from paw to shoulder than most cheetahs.
Personality:
Kyrean is rather solitary. She won't be kind unless you give her good reason, and is always ready for a good fight. She is cold, never making attachments with those her age and older.
However, she does have a soft spot for cubs, and loves taking in abandoned cubs, having been one herself. She will fight to the death to protect them, as fighting is what she does best.
History:
When she was born, her parents saw her strange pelt, and they abandoned her, no doubts, no hesitation. Luckily, she was found and raised by a small group of females who, like her, had been abandoned or exiled. They brought her up, taught her to hunt. They raised her to be a warrior among their ranks.
Once she was older, around a year old, she left the group, and went out into the world. She did what those who raised her did, and helped abandoned cubs, but most of the time she lived solitary until she came here.
RP Sample:
A young cub poked his head above the grass line, then cringed as a slim paw, claws sheathed, cuffed him over the head, sending him tumbling. "What did I tell you?" churred a soft voice, that of a female.
"I know, I know. Be good and a hunting lesson will come soon."
"So it will. Come, child." A lithe form lifted from her haunches, her tawny and grayish pelt glimmering in the intense light of the savannah. This female, a slim young thing, had a strange pelt color. glimmering tawny in places like it should, that color was tinted slightly blue, and whole stretches of fur were colored in strange, grey/blue that bordered on silver. Her rosettes were black, almost indigo, and the light caught them. The cub following her long tail noticed.
"Ooooo, auntie, what did you do to your fur? It looks so pretty!"
"I told you fifty times, this is how I came out! Now, do you want to hunt, or not? Because I can easily deem you not mature enough, if that's what-"
"No, I'll be good," the cub purred.
"Good," muttered Kyrean, taking a glance back with dark blue eyes. She lifted her head, scanning the surroundings, then crouched, twitching her tail low in a manner to tell the cub to mimic her movements and stay silent. She crept forward, toward a zebra, on quiet paws, shadowed by the young, ungainly cub.
The brush crackled, and Kyrean froze as the zebra lifted it's head in alarm. She relaxed and moved forward again as it lowered it's head to graze again.
Once she was close enough, she exploded into full speed, running with all the agility she was born with. Her paws scissored the ground, and she heard the heavy bounds of the cub behind her.
A high leap brought her onto the creature's back, her claws digging through it's pelt to hold her on as the creature bucked and leapt, trying to throw her off. She clamped her jaw down on its back, and it collapsed, letting her sink long fangs into its throat. The creature slowly stopped moving and lay still.
The cub caught up, and Kyrean tore open a haunch with her bloody muzzle, moving aside to let the cub eat and going around to the other side to eat as well.
The sun was shining, they had lots of food, she and the cub were safe.
Life was good.
