Post by tarra on Dec 2, 2009 9:09:18 GMT -5
Killed in Wasteland Invasion
Name: Katar
Age: 20 turns [b. July 2994]
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Bluerider
Wing: Miles
Physical Appearance:
Katar stands at 5'9, not tall as men go, but a good height for a woman nonetheless. She is of medium-build and a tendency towards heavy bones, rangy and just a tad lanky, muscular and well-built. Yet despite her frame she is balanced and light in her movements, and the sharp-eyed person will note how she naturally stands with her weight distributed equally over both feet. There is a curious feline-like litheness in her movements that expresses itself with every shift of a hand, every pace of a step or turn of the head – a natural tension that seems to set her apart in her very movements. She is a person always on the edge of her toes, wary and alert, and it shows.
The feminine aspects of Katar's body are in clear evidence, though not in an overly obvious way. Still, there is little in the way of feminine beauty in the woman’s frame. She is attractive in her own way, perhaps - by the slightly more squarish cut of her jaw and her rugged build, she has a rather more rougish handsomeness than petite beauty. Her hands are not heavy, and are in fact quite petite, but being callused and scarred from sparring and dragonriding they appear bigger and rougher than they really are. Yet the effect is not altogether masculine, especially with her fine straw-hued brows set over lovely deep brown eyes. Her hair is likewise of a pale platinum blonde tint, cropped short for the convenience of her lifestyle. Her skin has the lightest hint of tan to it - if not for that, and the dark color of her eyes, she might have been considered anaemic in appearance, or washed out at best.
Katar is relatively simple in her dressing, preferring working tunics and wher-hide breeches whenever possible. She favours light blue, forest-green and beige or cream hues. For social occasions however, she can be almost elegant, and often keeps a few gowns stacked away somewhere in her weyr for such purposes. Whether she actually seems elegant in those gowns, well…that is questionable because of the scars and the Threadscores. She’s got them almost everywhere, and those along her arms and legs are especially obvious since she does not often wear clothing that exposes her midriff or back. The most catching of her scars are a gray etched scar across her neck that extends into the collarbone, marring what might have been a long and slender neck.
Personality
Naturally cold and aloof, Katar is distrustful of most people even if she has known them for a while. Unlike most, she rarely relies on first impressions and prefers to take a longer time to get to know others. Her personality is practical, straightforward, and rather blunt at times; that is, she often prefers to go straight to the point without mincing her words. But Katar can also be very diplomatic after her own fashion, if she sees a need to be so. She’s smart enough to know how far she might go with anyone, which is why she’s lived as long as she has in spite of her erratic nature and generally risk-seeking behaviours. There is a certain tension that characterises her movements and her speech, as if every moment she expects someone to jump on her for whatever reason: something she did wrong or just didn't come up to expectations with. She is a survivor, and it shows in her actions and attitudes towards others.
At times of heavy stress or frustration Katar becomes erratic, fluctuating from mood to mood, and often hinging between with a brooding, morose manner that is somewhere between explosive silence and mellow thoughtfulness. Not surprisingly, she often finds being with others as difficult as they find being with her, and so tends to spend a lot of time with her dragon. Katar was a solitary person by nature even before Impression, but after she Impressed the blue that trait intensified. She spends almost all her spare time with her mindmate, and the two share an understanding that they often cannot find anywhere else.
Katar is in her element in the heart of any fighting or sparring, where her frustration at life explodes into often-spectacular displays of efficiency and thoroughness. A skilled rider in her own right, Katar is as comfortable in the air as she is on the ground, and her often reckless, unprecedented actions have gained her a deserved reputation as a remarkable fighter. She is proficient with the general weaponry of dragonriders, but her best skill is with the long knife and the dagger: few can best Katar when she draws the short blades from their sheaths, whatever they may be carrying.
Despite her aloofness and odd habits, however, Katar is intelligent and loyal, and knows how to quietly get back at those who might think her an easy target to pick on. She may seem cold outwardly, and she can certainly be ruthless as needed, but she does care for and respect her wingmates and significant others. It is a trait that has earned her the grudging respect of many in return. Few are those who truly befriend the woman, but those who do might find her a better friend than her reputation creates her to be.
1. The unwanted child
Katar was born to a small farming community in Ruatha, not far from the main Ruatha Hold itself. She was the daughter of a holder woman named Kyana and a bluerider whose name she never knew. The man was said to have been from Benden, but none ever knew for certain. All that was known of him was his penchant for sweet words, and how he had blazed in and out of Kyana's life like smoke blown on the wind. He left behind the empty shells of unkept promises, and a daughter to be raised by his lover and her unsympathetic kin.
From the first, the little girl had things tough. Her grandparents, uncles and aunts had never approved of Kyana's relationship with the rider, and they cared even less for its product. Her mother Kyana tried to protect her, of course, but she was herself dealing with the serious sense of betrayal that Katar's father had left her with. If she took it out on the child at times, Katar could hardly do more than try to cope with things as she always did. The girl learnt early that life was about survival, and she has never forgotten the lesson.
As soon as she could walk and run a little, Katar took to spending long candlemarks in the fields and the literacy lessons run by the local journeyman Harper, seeking to stay out of the way of her irate relatives. She soon became part of the general band of holdbrats who ran through the hold, and played the occasional prank just for the fun of it. It was one of those escapades that earned her the scar on her throat. The holdbrats had conjured the idea of sneaking out at night to tease the hold's watch-wher with sticks. It would end in tragedy as the enraged creature turned on the children. One boy was killed outright, and Katar was fortunate to escape with only the scar on her throat. Kyana badgered the hold's Healer into tending her child, and helped nurse her day and night till she had recovered. The rest of the family could hardly care less if the child lived or died.
2. Candidacy and Weyrlinghood
When Katar was 15 turns of age, the hold was visited by a brownrider on Search, and Katar was amongst the youths the dragon picked. Eager to get out of the place that had never quite been kin or community to her, Katar accepted readily despite Kyana's protests and went on to Fort Weyr. Weyr life, though by no means easy, was a fresh start for her, and she made the most of it. Here, no one cared if you knew your parents or not, and amongst the weyrbrats she found the beginnings of acceptance and friendship. When she failed to Impress at her first Hatching, she asked to stay on as a candidate and was accepted. The harsh life of the Weyr bred a youth both strong and sharp, alert to what her elders whispered and what her peers might be plotting. Katar had learnt early that life was about survival, and the lesson stood her in good stead for her time as a candidate.
Katar stood for her second clutch the following turn, and to the surprise of all she Impressed to the blue dragonet Sonarth. Dark whispers abounded about the “unnatural” pairing, but the girl hardly heard or cared for them: her first look into the dragonet’s rainbow-hued eyes was like a glance into destiny itself. For the first time in her life, Katar truly understood something more than her own desire to survive in a bitter and harsh world; and nothing was going to take that from her, whether it be whispering plotters or the shadow of a difficult life to come.
Unfortunately for Katar and Sonarth, however, the turn of their Impression was also the one in which D'loro and Kamerai were murdered. Weyrlinghood was tough for the pair, but Katar's natural instinct for survival coupled with Sonarth's hardiness saw them through, and they eventually graduated. The girl learnt quickly that Sonarth was not a dragon to be forced or coerced. He was quick and intelligent and had his own opinions on things, which often turned out to be vastly wiser and more informed than her own. Working with Sonarth was a matter of cooperation and tactile communication, and the fact that Katar learnt fast meant they shared a stronger bond than most riders their age.
3. Fight and flight
Graduation brought not freedom but further hardship for the pair. Life had been difficult for chromatic female riders even in D'loro's time, but on R'anatar's watch they were nigh impossible. No Wing would take the blue-pair on graduation, and they spent a turn in the Weyrling Wing even though Katar was overaged. When they did eventually tap into one, the discrimination and occasional sexual harassment they faced went from bad to worse. They often had the hardest chores, the most difficult positions in the wing formations. A larger than usual share of sweeprides became the norm too, although the pair enjoyed the time it gave them away from the Weyr.
Through the sheer amount of work levied on them, Sonarth became slim and powerful - a flyer known both for his agility and hard-worn stamina. Katar, likewise, became fast and reckless in both wit and character. She developed a bond and shared instinct with her blue that rivalled the strongest bondings of the Weyr, even as her bitterness at life's unfairness grew. It helped that both woman and dragon were fighters by nature and well-matched in terms of both courage and attitude towards life. They worked hard for every achievement they ever gained; and achieve things they did, even if the acknowledgement of it was grudging.
Things came to a head, however, the day they were assigned to fly Fall at the head of the formation - for its entire duration. It was a death sentence, to say the least. Few blues could last the duration of a Fall, let alone handle the frontlines for half of one. Realising they were not meant to come out alive, Katar and Sonarth took things into their own hands. Mid-way through that fateful Fall, the blue rose suddenly to flame an incoming swath of Thread. The move caused the deadly silver strands to fall over him like a blanket, and with a scream that startled every nearby dragon he betweened on the spot. As they did not return, it was assumed that Katar and Sonarth had fallen in Threadfall. Their deaths were duly noted, and promptly forgotten.
Unbeknownst to their former Wingmates however, Katar and Sonarth did not perish. They had timed themselves to go between just before the blanket of Thread could touch them - and when they came out again it would not be in Fort Weyr's skies, but those of Selenitas, far to the south...
Name: Sonarth
Color: Blue
Age: 5 turns [b. May 2994]
Physical Description:
In physical build, Sonarth is stalk-thin and slender, his frame a model of muscle and leanness from nose to tail. The average size of a blue, he is without doubt machine-like, built for agility and speed all the way without an ounce of extra fat on him anywhere. Like an albatross his build may seem a tad gangly on the ground, with his slightly larger than average wings tending to make his walk ungainly. But combined with the sheer lean muscle across his wingsails, he is unstoppably light on the wing.
Sonarth's hide is a stark and heavy blue that runs dark as midnight along his neckspines and spine, yet fades downwards to an almost creamy light electric shade along his throat, lower neck and underbelly. His wingsails are likewise a heavy shade of midnight blue across the upper side, whilst the underside of his sails are an elegant pale creamy blue, speckled lightly with streaks of darker blue. The blue of his hide is darkest over his headknobs, around his eyes and nose cavities, over the uppermost lines of his wingsails and at his tail-tip.
Personality:
Sonarth isn't the most sociable of dragons, preferring the company of his rider and the open sky when he's bored. He is usually a mellow and quiet personality, though civil enough to others when he hasn't been surprised or woken on the wrong side in the morning. The blue also hates being ordered around, though when asked he will give his heart out trying to obey. For the sake of his rider, however, he tends to refrain from pursuing the greens even if he feels like it, and chases only about twice in a turn. Quick of thought and very observant, Sonarth tends to speak little and observe much, and so often picks up on things that most people miss. That trait has given him the reputation for being a shrewd judge of character, both human and dragon.
Beneath the quiet exterior however, lurks a fireball. At the first mention of battle, whether that of Threadfall or dragonfighting, he perks up abruptly and becomes highly energetic, almost agitated - a different dragon altogether. In skirmishes Sonarth is fearless, reckless, a dragon who thrives on battle and flame. His wild, albeit sometimes vicious nature is tempered only by his love and respect for his rider, though he is very capable of taking the lead himself when he feels she’s not up to the task. He may not always listen to Katar, but there’s no doubt that Sonarth knows very well how to look after himself, wild though he can be at times. It’s not always the human who makes the best decisions after all, especially in the split-second timings of battle, and the blue has proven himself on this point more than once.
Name: Skittles
Gender: Female
Age: 1 turn [b. December 3013]
Physical Appearance:
Skittles is possibly the tiniest feline ever. She has hardly gotten bigger than her size as a kitten, and most of her filling-out has to do with maturing muscle rather than developing bone. Long, lush fur makes up her luxurious midnight -hued pelt, the fur falling almost down to her paws when she stands or moves around. She is incredibly soft to the touch, her lovely coat shiny as a new-washed Gold. Perky, pink-on-the-inside ears and a tiny pink nose are the only things that break up the inky blackness of her fur. Oh, and of course those lovely golden eyes, piercing as if they might see right into your soul. Her frame beneath the long, silky hairs is slender and balanced, with shorter legs than the norm for her kind. Her build tends to be hidden by the fluff of her coat, but with her natural gracefulness there is little denying she is well-formed and wonderfully proportioned.
Personality:
Skittles is (despite her name) the absolute image of self-posession. She carries herself with an air definitive of a queen; and though her calm, composed demeanour still tends to dissolve into kittenish play with her owner and significant others, it remains intact more and more as she matures into herself. Her cool manner tends to have a calming effect on those around her; not least of all Sereina, who she regards as a fellow lair-sister (though her natural aloofness forbids her to show more affection for the big cat than needed). Her time allocation is as meticulous as her manner: it seems she must spend twelve hours a day sleeping and the next twelve grooming and taking care of herself.
But she is, surprisingly, a very low-maintenance cat as well. One might have expected a feline of such royal bearing to be just as royal in her demands, but Skittles is happy to feed herself and take herself outside to the bathroom as needed. Faranth knows - she is even happy to play by herself in the rare moments Sereina does not oblige. She is also loyal to what is hers, and very fast to pick up on their feelings. Should Katar, Sonarth or even Sereina ever find themselves feeling alone or upset, they would also soon find a small black furball snuggling up beside them. Her affections stop short at the people who share her lair (and Faranth help the visitor who tries to force his or her attentions on the black feline!), but to her own she is a comfort and a friend in time of need.
this beautiful storm - Introductory post
Kittens, cushions and chaos
genocide (plot)
Wasted Evening
Surrounded (plot)
Taking stock
Decisions, decisions...
It's Poisoned and Disgusting
Where the wild things are
To Live and let Live
The Rider
Name: Katar
Age: 20 turns [b. July 2994]
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Bluerider
Wing: Miles
Physical Appearance:
Katar stands at 5'9, not tall as men go, but a good height for a woman nonetheless. She is of medium-build and a tendency towards heavy bones, rangy and just a tad lanky, muscular and well-built. Yet despite her frame she is balanced and light in her movements, and the sharp-eyed person will note how she naturally stands with her weight distributed equally over both feet. There is a curious feline-like litheness in her movements that expresses itself with every shift of a hand, every pace of a step or turn of the head – a natural tension that seems to set her apart in her very movements. She is a person always on the edge of her toes, wary and alert, and it shows.
The feminine aspects of Katar's body are in clear evidence, though not in an overly obvious way. Still, there is little in the way of feminine beauty in the woman’s frame. She is attractive in her own way, perhaps - by the slightly more squarish cut of her jaw and her rugged build, she has a rather more rougish handsomeness than petite beauty. Her hands are not heavy, and are in fact quite petite, but being callused and scarred from sparring and dragonriding they appear bigger and rougher than they really are. Yet the effect is not altogether masculine, especially with her fine straw-hued brows set over lovely deep brown eyes. Her hair is likewise of a pale platinum blonde tint, cropped short for the convenience of her lifestyle. Her skin has the lightest hint of tan to it - if not for that, and the dark color of her eyes, she might have been considered anaemic in appearance, or washed out at best.
Katar is relatively simple in her dressing, preferring working tunics and wher-hide breeches whenever possible. She favours light blue, forest-green and beige or cream hues. For social occasions however, she can be almost elegant, and often keeps a few gowns stacked away somewhere in her weyr for such purposes. Whether she actually seems elegant in those gowns, well…that is questionable because of the scars and the Threadscores. She’s got them almost everywhere, and those along her arms and legs are especially obvious since she does not often wear clothing that exposes her midriff or back. The most catching of her scars are a gray etched scar across her neck that extends into the collarbone, marring what might have been a long and slender neck.
Personality
Naturally cold and aloof, Katar is distrustful of most people even if she has known them for a while. Unlike most, she rarely relies on first impressions and prefers to take a longer time to get to know others. Her personality is practical, straightforward, and rather blunt at times; that is, she often prefers to go straight to the point without mincing her words. But Katar can also be very diplomatic after her own fashion, if she sees a need to be so. She’s smart enough to know how far she might go with anyone, which is why she’s lived as long as she has in spite of her erratic nature and generally risk-seeking behaviours. There is a certain tension that characterises her movements and her speech, as if every moment she expects someone to jump on her for whatever reason: something she did wrong or just didn't come up to expectations with. She is a survivor, and it shows in her actions and attitudes towards others.
At times of heavy stress or frustration Katar becomes erratic, fluctuating from mood to mood, and often hinging between with a brooding, morose manner that is somewhere between explosive silence and mellow thoughtfulness. Not surprisingly, she often finds being with others as difficult as they find being with her, and so tends to spend a lot of time with her dragon. Katar was a solitary person by nature even before Impression, but after she Impressed the blue that trait intensified. She spends almost all her spare time with her mindmate, and the two share an understanding that they often cannot find anywhere else.
Katar is in her element in the heart of any fighting or sparring, where her frustration at life explodes into often-spectacular displays of efficiency and thoroughness. A skilled rider in her own right, Katar is as comfortable in the air as she is on the ground, and her often reckless, unprecedented actions have gained her a deserved reputation as a remarkable fighter. She is proficient with the general weaponry of dragonriders, but her best skill is with the long knife and the dagger: few can best Katar when she draws the short blades from their sheaths, whatever they may be carrying.
Despite her aloofness and odd habits, however, Katar is intelligent and loyal, and knows how to quietly get back at those who might think her an easy target to pick on. She may seem cold outwardly, and she can certainly be ruthless as needed, but she does care for and respect her wingmates and significant others. It is a trait that has earned her the grudging respect of many in return. Few are those who truly befriend the woman, but those who do might find her a better friend than her reputation creates her to be.
The Prequel
1. The unwanted child
Katar was born to a small farming community in Ruatha, not far from the main Ruatha Hold itself. She was the daughter of a holder woman named Kyana and a bluerider whose name she never knew. The man was said to have been from Benden, but none ever knew for certain. All that was known of him was his penchant for sweet words, and how he had blazed in and out of Kyana's life like smoke blown on the wind. He left behind the empty shells of unkept promises, and a daughter to be raised by his lover and her unsympathetic kin.
From the first, the little girl had things tough. Her grandparents, uncles and aunts had never approved of Kyana's relationship with the rider, and they cared even less for its product. Her mother Kyana tried to protect her, of course, but she was herself dealing with the serious sense of betrayal that Katar's father had left her with. If she took it out on the child at times, Katar could hardly do more than try to cope with things as she always did. The girl learnt early that life was about survival, and she has never forgotten the lesson.
As soon as she could walk and run a little, Katar took to spending long candlemarks in the fields and the literacy lessons run by the local journeyman Harper, seeking to stay out of the way of her irate relatives. She soon became part of the general band of holdbrats who ran through the hold, and played the occasional prank just for the fun of it. It was one of those escapades that earned her the scar on her throat. The holdbrats had conjured the idea of sneaking out at night to tease the hold's watch-wher with sticks. It would end in tragedy as the enraged creature turned on the children. One boy was killed outright, and Katar was fortunate to escape with only the scar on her throat. Kyana badgered the hold's Healer into tending her child, and helped nurse her day and night till she had recovered. The rest of the family could hardly care less if the child lived or died.
2. Candidacy and Weyrlinghood
When Katar was 15 turns of age, the hold was visited by a brownrider on Search, and Katar was amongst the youths the dragon picked. Eager to get out of the place that had never quite been kin or community to her, Katar accepted readily despite Kyana's protests and went on to Fort Weyr. Weyr life, though by no means easy, was a fresh start for her, and she made the most of it. Here, no one cared if you knew your parents or not, and amongst the weyrbrats she found the beginnings of acceptance and friendship. When she failed to Impress at her first Hatching, she asked to stay on as a candidate and was accepted. The harsh life of the Weyr bred a youth both strong and sharp, alert to what her elders whispered and what her peers might be plotting. Katar had learnt early that life was about survival, and the lesson stood her in good stead for her time as a candidate.
Katar stood for her second clutch the following turn, and to the surprise of all she Impressed to the blue dragonet Sonarth. Dark whispers abounded about the “unnatural” pairing, but the girl hardly heard or cared for them: her first look into the dragonet’s rainbow-hued eyes was like a glance into destiny itself. For the first time in her life, Katar truly understood something more than her own desire to survive in a bitter and harsh world; and nothing was going to take that from her, whether it be whispering plotters or the shadow of a difficult life to come.
Unfortunately for Katar and Sonarth, however, the turn of their Impression was also the one in which D'loro and Kamerai were murdered. Weyrlinghood was tough for the pair, but Katar's natural instinct for survival coupled with Sonarth's hardiness saw them through, and they eventually graduated. The girl learnt quickly that Sonarth was not a dragon to be forced or coerced. He was quick and intelligent and had his own opinions on things, which often turned out to be vastly wiser and more informed than her own. Working with Sonarth was a matter of cooperation and tactile communication, and the fact that Katar learnt fast meant they shared a stronger bond than most riders their age.
3. Fight and flight
Graduation brought not freedom but further hardship for the pair. Life had been difficult for chromatic female riders even in D'loro's time, but on R'anatar's watch they were nigh impossible. No Wing would take the blue-pair on graduation, and they spent a turn in the Weyrling Wing even though Katar was overaged. When they did eventually tap into one, the discrimination and occasional sexual harassment they faced went from bad to worse. They often had the hardest chores, the most difficult positions in the wing formations. A larger than usual share of sweeprides became the norm too, although the pair enjoyed the time it gave them away from the Weyr.
Through the sheer amount of work levied on them, Sonarth became slim and powerful - a flyer known both for his agility and hard-worn stamina. Katar, likewise, became fast and reckless in both wit and character. She developed a bond and shared instinct with her blue that rivalled the strongest bondings of the Weyr, even as her bitterness at life's unfairness grew. It helped that both woman and dragon were fighters by nature and well-matched in terms of both courage and attitude towards life. They worked hard for every achievement they ever gained; and achieve things they did, even if the acknowledgement of it was grudging.
Things came to a head, however, the day they were assigned to fly Fall at the head of the formation - for its entire duration. It was a death sentence, to say the least. Few blues could last the duration of a Fall, let alone handle the frontlines for half of one. Realising they were not meant to come out alive, Katar and Sonarth took things into their own hands. Mid-way through that fateful Fall, the blue rose suddenly to flame an incoming swath of Thread. The move caused the deadly silver strands to fall over him like a blanket, and with a scream that startled every nearby dragon he betweened on the spot. As they did not return, it was assumed that Katar and Sonarth had fallen in Threadfall. Their deaths were duly noted, and promptly forgotten.
Unbeknownst to their former Wingmates however, Katar and Sonarth did not perish. They had timed themselves to go between just before the blanket of Thread could touch them - and when they came out again it would not be in Fort Weyr's skies, but those of Selenitas, far to the south...
The Dragon
Name: Sonarth
Color: Blue
Age: 5 turns [b. May 2994]
Physical Description:
In physical build, Sonarth is stalk-thin and slender, his frame a model of muscle and leanness from nose to tail. The average size of a blue, he is without doubt machine-like, built for agility and speed all the way without an ounce of extra fat on him anywhere. Like an albatross his build may seem a tad gangly on the ground, with his slightly larger than average wings tending to make his walk ungainly. But combined with the sheer lean muscle across his wingsails, he is unstoppably light on the wing.
Sonarth's hide is a stark and heavy blue that runs dark as midnight along his neckspines and spine, yet fades downwards to an almost creamy light electric shade along his throat, lower neck and underbelly. His wingsails are likewise a heavy shade of midnight blue across the upper side, whilst the underside of his sails are an elegant pale creamy blue, speckled lightly with streaks of darker blue. The blue of his hide is darkest over his headknobs, around his eyes and nose cavities, over the uppermost lines of his wingsails and at his tail-tip.
Personality:
Sonarth isn't the most sociable of dragons, preferring the company of his rider and the open sky when he's bored. He is usually a mellow and quiet personality, though civil enough to others when he hasn't been surprised or woken on the wrong side in the morning. The blue also hates being ordered around, though when asked he will give his heart out trying to obey. For the sake of his rider, however, he tends to refrain from pursuing the greens even if he feels like it, and chases only about twice in a turn. Quick of thought and very observant, Sonarth tends to speak little and observe much, and so often picks up on things that most people miss. That trait has given him the reputation for being a shrewd judge of character, both human and dragon.
Beneath the quiet exterior however, lurks a fireball. At the first mention of battle, whether that of Threadfall or dragonfighting, he perks up abruptly and becomes highly energetic, almost agitated - a different dragon altogether. In skirmishes Sonarth is fearless, reckless, a dragon who thrives on battle and flame. His wild, albeit sometimes vicious nature is tempered only by his love and respect for his rider, though he is very capable of taking the lead himself when he feels she’s not up to the task. He may not always listen to Katar, but there’s no doubt that Sonarth knows very well how to look after himself, wild though he can be at times. It’s not always the human who makes the best decisions after all, especially in the split-second timings of battle, and the blue has proven himself on this point more than once.
The Felines
Name: Skittles
Gender: Female
Age: 1 turn [b. December 3013]
Physical Appearance:
Skittles is possibly the tiniest feline ever. She has hardly gotten bigger than her size as a kitten, and most of her filling-out has to do with maturing muscle rather than developing bone. Long, lush fur makes up her luxurious midnight -hued pelt, the fur falling almost down to her paws when she stands or moves around. She is incredibly soft to the touch, her lovely coat shiny as a new-washed Gold. Perky, pink-on-the-inside ears and a tiny pink nose are the only things that break up the inky blackness of her fur. Oh, and of course those lovely golden eyes, piercing as if they might see right into your soul. Her frame beneath the long, silky hairs is slender and balanced, with shorter legs than the norm for her kind. Her build tends to be hidden by the fluff of her coat, but with her natural gracefulness there is little denying she is well-formed and wonderfully proportioned.
Personality:
Skittles is (despite her name) the absolute image of self-posession. She carries herself with an air definitive of a queen; and though her calm, composed demeanour still tends to dissolve into kittenish play with her owner and significant others, it remains intact more and more as she matures into herself. Her cool manner tends to have a calming effect on those around her; not least of all Sereina, who she regards as a fellow lair-sister (though her natural aloofness forbids her to show more affection for the big cat than needed). Her time allocation is as meticulous as her manner: it seems she must spend twelve hours a day sleeping and the next twelve grooming and taking care of herself.
But she is, surprisingly, a very low-maintenance cat as well. One might have expected a feline of such royal bearing to be just as royal in her demands, but Skittles is happy to feed herself and take herself outside to the bathroom as needed. Faranth knows - she is even happy to play by herself in the rare moments Sereina does not oblige. She is also loyal to what is hers, and very fast to pick up on their feelings. Should Katar, Sonarth or even Sereina ever find themselves feeling alone or upset, they would also soon find a small black furball snuggling up beside them. Her affections stop short at the people who share her lair (and Faranth help the visitor who tries to force his or her attentions on the black feline!), but to her own she is a comfort and a friend in time of need.
The Story continues...
this beautiful storm - Introductory post
Kittens, cushions and chaos
genocide (plot)
Wasted Evening
Surrounded (plot)
Taking stock
Decisions, decisions...
It's Poisoned and Disgusting
Where the wild things are
To Live and let Live