Post by xx !REN on Jun 12, 2009 17:05:43 GMT -6
Name: Dawnfur
Family: Father: Mask Pelt, Mother: Never really knew, Litter mates: None she can think of
Rank: Rogue
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 18 moons (3 right)
Eye Color: Purple
Fur Color: Her pelt contains many colors, her base color is copper red color, and with that she has a light orange tint, though its hard to see when she stands still to see her orange tint, but when she runs, moves, turns, you can see the orange climmer on her cooper red pelt, and with that nice cooper red and the orange tone she has semi-noticable silky ebony tiger strips trasing down her back, the the strips by her neck go down to her shoulder blades, and then the rest beyond that go down to the end of her rib cage, her tail is a the cooper red, but instead on having strips on it. It only tipped black then be strips black. Her paws are black the cooper red tone, and her face has the tiger strips going around her face, and her ears are tipped black like her tail.
Other Appearances:
Family: Father: Mask Pelt, Mother: Never really knew, Litter mates: None she can think of
Rank: Rogue
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 18 moons (3 right)
Eye Color: Purple
Fur Color: Her pelt contains many colors, her base color is copper red color, and with that she has a light orange tint, though its hard to see when she stands still to see her orange tint, but when she runs, moves, turns, you can see the orange climmer on her cooper red pelt, and with that nice cooper red and the orange tone she has semi-noticable silky ebony tiger strips trasing down her back, the the strips by her neck go down to her shoulder blades, and then the rest beyond that go down to the end of her rib cage, her tail is a the cooper red, but instead on having strips on it. It only tipped black then be strips black. Her paws are black the cooper red tone, and her face has the tiger strips going around her face, and her ears are tipped black like her tail.
Other Appearances:
She has a scar right on the corner of her left eye, that somewhat looks like a tear drop, but only if you look at it, it blends with her pelt, so its very hard to see.Personality:
She is dark, lost in her own mind, she gives no love to others, and she stays in the background just to watch everything one go by, and if she is found and brought up stage she will quickly back out, though if you force her she will get testy on you, Vaspira is by no means nice, she really hates everything, though her life was never the best, she a true fighter, and she is not afaird to speak her own mind, though she likes to be quiet, she can yell out and start a riot, she is more protective of herself, she will attack, and she will kill you, if you get in her way you better make a run for it, the dark mysteries is were she is at... Leave her alone and you'll be fine.History:
She was taken away from her mother, and that's where her beginning actually begins. Her pack was not free as it should be, but controlled under a tyrannical male. At the age of six months this male, the father of all the female pups and the teacher of all the male pups, would take them away and teach them to be his meat puppet, their whole being his to control without any say in it whatsoever. One by one, the female pups became females and their hearts became trapped and their beings however the male wanted it. He would sell his female pups to... let them be another male's dream. Anyone who dared rebel against him, they would never be seen again. Alive. Looking normal. But one such pup, by the name of Vaspira, did not want to be her father's puppet. She wanted to be herself. But her rebelling did nothing, and she slowly became her father's creation. She couldn't take it. And before she was three and her transforming complete, she disappeared. No one ever saw her again.RP Example:
Here's the catch - Vaspira was a master at lies. She made it look like a bear had taken her, whie she had actually escaped to live alone. But she couldn't free herself completely, and eighty percent of who she was had been lost, replaced by what her father wanted. She would never be able to buff out those scars, but she learned to cope with her other twenty self, her real self, that still existed in herself.
{|} Well, what caused you to crawl out of your hiding hole, Axel, Is today really worth dealing with? Today is probably only going to be like any other day, no action, no drama, no words spoken, just another day of you watching the world pass by irritably, right? Well, it seems not... Here you are, up bright and early, peering out through the trees into the Claiming fronds, a wide, open stretch of land that reaches further beyond the eye can possibly see. Shaking the crispy, fallen leaves from his lithe, oil black figure, he stepped out into the open, tear drop shaped nostrils flickering and flaring as he inhaled and exhaled with such force and speed. Arching his neck he bowed his head toward the ground, he stretched his fore limbs out in-front, a small shudder running through her body as she stretched, before he straightened himself up once more, flicking threads of black hair aside so he could see clearly. Out of the corner of his left eye he spied a mare and stallion, talking, quite obviously... the stallion seemed quite wrapped up in the girl, much to Axel's annoyance, with a small grunt and a haughty toss of his head he strutted forward, mane bouncing on his arched neck, his ears pricked and eyes alert. Hid tail flickered out behind him, like a flickering black flame almost or a the black waves crashing at midnight. He was a evil stallion, there was no denying that at all, a rich oil black in color, the white star that stood out so vividly on his forehead, the dark points on his muzzle, ears and legs, the coal black, silky smooth threads of hair... It was just a shame he didn't have an attitude to match, now he was flaunting himself around, his eyes almost pleadingly desperate for some action around here, his whole life evolved around drama, action- but hold on a second... nobody was perfect, right? Every horse has a screwed up life, well, the ones who now how to live.Cats you RP: 1
{|} At that thought, a small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. It was clear that all this time he'd spent wondering away from ever being seen keep him in good shape , fit and healthy, ready to flaunt himself about in this newly found environment known as Rolling Hills, it was such a weird change, it was horrible in ways, because for all he know he might just stay her. Who gave a d**n about that old place anyway, nothing thrilling at ever really happened there. Perhaps he was asking for too much trouble, trying to battle his urges and all... He'd only end up in deep water one day, he wanted action and god knows what else, but y'know what some say... "you can't have it all." Axel hated that saying with a passion, for he believed he could, nobody had been able to hammer that into his brain just yet. What also became clear about Axel was that he hadn't had an easy upbringing, his parents were not strict, hence the fact she the just killed them selfs when he was born... Quite stereotypical behavior for a 'Dark' stallion, don't you think? Well, it had to be said, some preferred it... but this stallion had a lot of things to learn in life... perhaps he was naive deep down- no, no... he was intelligent, though it was hard to consider that fact, he was. But when he wanted something, he'd do his best to get it, even though that means killing any who get in his way and in the past he'd failed many at times at that, but he never stopped, he carried on. That was at least one good thing about him, he never gave up, or maybe that was a bad thing? Or perhaps too much dwelling has gone into all of this...?
{|} Maybe he really was just a stereotypical dark not a very nice person? If that was the case then perhaps he was willing to change her ways... or maybe not, I rather be not a very nice person then some weak stallion trying to get everything the nice way. Axel had a habit of being stubborn. He was hardly easy to get along with, and it was clear at this point by the way he nearly stomped through the Meadows that he wasn't going to tolerate any crap from anyone. It almost seemed as though this stallion thought he owned the place. His black ears tilted back, disappearing under locks of hair, his nostrils flared as he snorted sharply, he drew her head up head, puffed out her chest a little and halted, he struck the cold, hard ground underfoot with a shiny silvery hoof. Now what did he do? Wait...? It was a good thing that he had some level of patience. he glanced down, watching the blades of grass dance around his legs, he wasn't in the mood to eat, wasn't prepared to call out for attention either, he would wait - wait until someone noticed him. As the sun or moon? beat down over his back she could feel hisirritation levels building, o'dear... not the violent mood-swing! He suffered from them a lot, sometimes even the slightest thing could trigger them off, but I call them good, well, not mood-swings stallions can't have them, but the a gain of courage and death. He clamped her teeth together, baring them, swinging her head up and down before he bucked suddenly, he swung round and snort in annoyance, luckily there was nobody close by for her to make a victim of... he was prone to do that, unfortunately he'd never found a cure to these gain of kill of his. After several minutes of thrashing, unnecessary snorting and kicking he finally stopped, now tiring. His eyelids drooped over her black pools, an agitated sigh escaping his lips as he gave her mane a quick, little shake, he rested a hind hoof on its tip, his tail thrashing side to side, he was annoyed, angry, or calm and collected? Quite possibly a mixture, judging by the way he was holding himself now. One ear slowly tiled back whilst the other tilted forward, her head dropping toward the ground as she cursed under his breath.
{|}The time was now to go find a mare, he was quite hidden in a large mound of trees and bushes, the life seemed to being sucked out of him, the air was not going through his body correctly, and so the time of being half way dead starts, the light beats down, not more waiting for a mare to spot me, I will travel out, but then I remember seeing the two mare and the stallion talking, the where kinda behind me, and the where still there, about half a mile, I could barely make them out, I followed my own path through the woods, I then steeped out to see a large mare and a somewhat large male, It was kinda funny, well, lets keep moving, I stepped out of the shadows and into the light and into the rays of the sun, well, no it was the moon raise, what the hell, I was mistaking the moon rays for the sun, what a pitty for me to think that, I reach to the max of my height and stepped, "Hello, what a pleasure to meet a mare like you out here, I'm Axel, ruler of Irow Zesin." He said in a dark silk like tone.
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