Post by *Flan!* on Nov 20, 2008 18:06:47 GMT -5
Name: Alana
Gender: Female
Species: Cougar
Age: Four
Alliance: Black Lark
Rank: None
Appearance: Emerald opticals adorn the tawny face, salmon pink nose outlined in ebony marking the end of her face. Ivory whiskers meet in the muzzle that seems to have been snuffed in white paint, concealing the sharp yellowish stained canines set in Alana's pink gums. Softly rounded ears lay upon the triangular blocked head, taking all the sounds around her. Leading down to the pointed rolling shoulders are muscles, making the tan coat roll over them like a well fitted coat. A black dorsal stripe runs down the long back, ending in a large splotch at the tip of her tail. Hind legs are lean and muscular, perfect for running. Alana's favorite part of her body, strangely enough, are her large paws that make climbing so painstakingly easy. Black claws extend out of them, sharp and menacing. The soft underbelly is like snow, pure white, the color staining upwards to the large cougar chest in a teardrop shape.
Personality: Alana is a fairly easy going cougar, though easily angered. She is not trusting of anyone right off, just a quirk about her. She's been hurt enough by others and won't take any more of it. So I suggest you stay on her "good" side. Alana is always ready to go out running. In fact it's one of her favorite things, which explains why her muscles are so lean and her stamina so great. Cubs are NOT her thing and she doesn't really plan on any, but Alana is pretty sure at least one litter is in her future.
History: Born to a loner mother, Alana was quickly taught how to defend herself and find food. One day while wandering through the woods another cougar came upon them, a male. He promised her mother a protected life, but only her mother. Because Alna was already almost two years old and could certainly take care of herself the mother cougar agreed, leaving Alana to fend for herself. Even to this day Alana does not hold anger to her mother for leaving, for she deserved it and any other smart animal would have done the same. And so from that day forward she has moved about from place to place, finally managing to land herself in the lands she prowls about currently. Scents are found everywhere of other cats like herself, but so far none of the animals the scents are secreted from have been seen, and to be truthful, it's beginning to get a bit depressing.
RP Example: Fae was brought back to reality by the patchworked coat of muscle before her speaking, not even realising he had approached. Optics looked back into his, auds catching his concerned lyrics. Muzzle touched lightly to his, settling softly into the indentation. Yes, I'm fine. Cranium rose, optics floating over the scene of two ebony faes, the first looking much older than the other, and the second seeming not much older than Cyprus. She knew they could not have stumbled into their terra by accident, being clearly marked by the scent of a stallion. You must take me on one of these stealing adventures.. Playful eye looked into Arrakis', I would love to see those muscles in action. Lid closed in a wink to him before maw opened to let out a commanding sound down to the two vixens Cyprus had already figured to be the two he had stolen from an empty terra in the northern lands. As they approached opticals looked the pair over, the younger was a pure coal with an ivory spot upon her forehead, while the other was completely black, though age was taking a toll and was gray in some areas. They stopped at a reasonable distance until the storm hued vixen nodded, allowing them to come forward. Tell me, what are your names?
Chocolate rocks watched the ground as it disappeared beneath her lightly stepping hooves, carefully watching and testing the ground to where it would be easiest and safest to travel. Larka could feel the steady breathing of her mother behind her, having had allowed Larka the lead with her better eyesight. Finally the land opened into a grassy area and she looked around, not seeing any others in sight, though the smell was apparent. Auds and cranium of both turned to the sound of a call, too high pitched to belong to the ebony and ivory bronc that had claimed them for his own, for mares could not own territory and there was no stallion for which to fight against for ownership. No, Larka's father had died long enough ago, peacefully in the meadow of the land he had taken lead of years ago. Barley, Larka's love, and last lead stallion of the terra, had disappeared a long time ago, taking it upon himself to go away, thinking his father's anger would be too much too handle and could result in Larka being hurt. It had taken a while to get over, but took each day as it came and nothing more. Footfalls stopped a small distance away from a tall, ashen vixen that didn't look the type that Larka wanted to tangle with. Probably the lead mare, she thought, lowering the ebony tiara, asking for permission for the duo to approach to her and the muscular painted bronc. A moment later it was given and they moved ahead. She was almost surprised at the question, and quickly got out the answer. Larka. And this is my mother, Bella. Fae answered, noticing now the detail of the mare's stomach that seemed to be with child.
I do believe your mother can speak for herself. Lyrics were hardened, in a 'I'm on a higher ranking than you, so watch your tongue' type voice. But I'll keep that in mind. You're both dismissed, unless Arrakis has any need for the either of your presence. Optics looked to the white ringed eyes, body relaxing at she looked deep into them. Asking if he needed them. For if not, then a discussion pertaining to the mysterious weight weight around her stomach would be needed.[/color]
Picture:
Theme Song: Whiskey Girl by Toby Keith
Other: N/a[/size]
Gender: Female
Species: Cougar
Age: Four
Alliance: Black Lark
Rank: None
Appearance: Emerald opticals adorn the tawny face, salmon pink nose outlined in ebony marking the end of her face. Ivory whiskers meet in the muzzle that seems to have been snuffed in white paint, concealing the sharp yellowish stained canines set in Alana's pink gums. Softly rounded ears lay upon the triangular blocked head, taking all the sounds around her. Leading down to the pointed rolling shoulders are muscles, making the tan coat roll over them like a well fitted coat. A black dorsal stripe runs down the long back, ending in a large splotch at the tip of her tail. Hind legs are lean and muscular, perfect for running. Alana's favorite part of her body, strangely enough, are her large paws that make climbing so painstakingly easy. Black claws extend out of them, sharp and menacing. The soft underbelly is like snow, pure white, the color staining upwards to the large cougar chest in a teardrop shape.
Personality: Alana is a fairly easy going cougar, though easily angered. She is not trusting of anyone right off, just a quirk about her. She's been hurt enough by others and won't take any more of it. So I suggest you stay on her "good" side. Alana is always ready to go out running. In fact it's one of her favorite things, which explains why her muscles are so lean and her stamina so great. Cubs are NOT her thing and she doesn't really plan on any, but Alana is pretty sure at least one litter is in her future.
History: Born to a loner mother, Alana was quickly taught how to defend herself and find food. One day while wandering through the woods another cougar came upon them, a male. He promised her mother a protected life, but only her mother. Because Alna was already almost two years old and could certainly take care of herself the mother cougar agreed, leaving Alana to fend for herself. Even to this day Alana does not hold anger to her mother for leaving, for she deserved it and any other smart animal would have done the same. And so from that day forward she has moved about from place to place, finally managing to land herself in the lands she prowls about currently. Scents are found everywhere of other cats like herself, but so far none of the animals the scents are secreted from have been seen, and to be truthful, it's beginning to get a bit depressing.
RP Example: Fae was brought back to reality by the patchworked coat of muscle before her speaking, not even realising he had approached. Optics looked back into his, auds catching his concerned lyrics. Muzzle touched lightly to his, settling softly into the indentation. Yes, I'm fine. Cranium rose, optics floating over the scene of two ebony faes, the first looking much older than the other, and the second seeming not much older than Cyprus. She knew they could not have stumbled into their terra by accident, being clearly marked by the scent of a stallion. You must take me on one of these stealing adventures.. Playful eye looked into Arrakis', I would love to see those muscles in action. Lid closed in a wink to him before maw opened to let out a commanding sound down to the two vixens Cyprus had already figured to be the two he had stolen from an empty terra in the northern lands. As they approached opticals looked the pair over, the younger was a pure coal with an ivory spot upon her forehead, while the other was completely black, though age was taking a toll and was gray in some areas. They stopped at a reasonable distance until the storm hued vixen nodded, allowing them to come forward. Tell me, what are your names?
Chocolate rocks watched the ground as it disappeared beneath her lightly stepping hooves, carefully watching and testing the ground to where it would be easiest and safest to travel. Larka could feel the steady breathing of her mother behind her, having had allowed Larka the lead with her better eyesight. Finally the land opened into a grassy area and she looked around, not seeing any others in sight, though the smell was apparent. Auds and cranium of both turned to the sound of a call, too high pitched to belong to the ebony and ivory bronc that had claimed them for his own, for mares could not own territory and there was no stallion for which to fight against for ownership. No, Larka's father had died long enough ago, peacefully in the meadow of the land he had taken lead of years ago. Barley, Larka's love, and last lead stallion of the terra, had disappeared a long time ago, taking it upon himself to go away, thinking his father's anger would be too much too handle and could result in Larka being hurt. It had taken a while to get over, but took each day as it came and nothing more. Footfalls stopped a small distance away from a tall, ashen vixen that didn't look the type that Larka wanted to tangle with. Probably the lead mare, she thought, lowering the ebony tiara, asking for permission for the duo to approach to her and the muscular painted bronc. A moment later it was given and they moved ahead. She was almost surprised at the question, and quickly got out the answer. Larka. And this is my mother, Bella. Fae answered, noticing now the detail of the mare's stomach that seemed to be with child.
I do believe your mother can speak for herself. Lyrics were hardened, in a 'I'm on a higher ranking than you, so watch your tongue' type voice. But I'll keep that in mind. You're both dismissed, unless Arrakis has any need for the either of your presence. Optics looked to the white ringed eyes, body relaxing at she looked deep into them. Asking if he needed them. For if not, then a discussion pertaining to the mysterious weight weight around her stomach would be needed.[/color]
Picture:
Theme Song: Whiskey Girl by Toby Keith
Other: N/a[/size]
