Post by carrot on Feb 13, 2019 15:40:54 GMT
Do Not Be Afraid to Soar Cloud Female Mistwatcher
Speech Font: Italic #DB7093
Snowberry
Fearing the unknown had never proven to be very useful in her life. Her parents feared it, causing them to run the same paths over and over and over till ravines formed. Villages feared it and sentenced people to die by flames or rope. It had chased her out of homes and dens. Friends lost to it and family watching from the safety of all that they knew and would ever knew. But her? She wanted to explore. To reach and touch the clouds she shifted too. To be able to see the world below her and know everything. The good. The bad. The known. The unknown. To taste the sunlight and swim in the salty waves. To feel the warmth of the flame and know the coldness of snow. Fear has its place, she is wise enough to realize that, but she will never ever let it hold her back.
Never let it hold you back either. For as sure as she can dance among the clouds, you will be her partner in all things. Leaving your side for good is just not an option she can bear and doesn't even consider. For while sometimes her adventurous may take her away from your side, she will always find her way back to you. To her home. For you are her home Carrot. Now and always.
Like many of her rank, this Cloud's fur is a white so pure it is almost blinding. The silver comes around her neck, almost like a collar and is sprinkled rather liberally throughout her tail. Interesting enough, black rims her ice white eyes, giving them a heavy lined appearance and her nose is a bit off in color as it is a rosy pink instead of being a deep black. Her diamond like gem sits squarely in the middle of her forehead in a octagon cut. The fiery colors will sometimes play across her back when she sleeps if the angle of light hits her just right. [/quote]
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Watch Out or You'll Get Burned Female Hunter Hellhound
Mindspeech #fc3c3c
Scorch
It sneaks up on you. You're outside, having a good time swimming, or maybe on a hike, or with friends on a picnic. It's not even a speck on the mind. Then you return home later to find that your skin is hot to the touch and red. Get the aloe - you've been had by a sunburn!
This Hunter is much like that. Stealthy, cautious, when on the hunt her prey rarely sees her coming until she either leaps in for the kill or unleashes her own brand of burn from her fire breath. Socially she's like that, too. Proud and confident she listens to others before speaking, and if you are lucky she'll be on your side and will support your opinions. If not she'll wait until you've made a fool of yourself then strike with a few well-made statements to burn any counter-points to dust.
She is a fit Hellhound, toned muscles under thick, black fur that help her stalk through the shadows. Her sun-amber eyes are often the last thing prey sees and they frequently gleam with wicked delight. Though she proudly wears the red paws and eye mask of her rank that edges of them fuzz and fade into the black fur around them, indistinct like the edges of a sunburn and in the sunlight her fur holds a faint red undertone.
Speech Font: Italic #DB7093
Snowberry
Fearing the unknown had never proven to be very useful in her life. Her parents feared it, causing them to run the same paths over and over and over till ravines formed. Villages feared it and sentenced people to die by flames or rope. It had chased her out of homes and dens. Friends lost to it and family watching from the safety of all that they knew and would ever knew. But her? She wanted to explore. To reach and touch the clouds she shifted too. To be able to see the world below her and know everything. The good. The bad. The known. The unknown. To taste the sunlight and swim in the salty waves. To feel the warmth of the flame and know the coldness of snow. Fear has its place, she is wise enough to realize that, but she will never ever let it hold her back.
Never let it hold you back either. For as sure as she can dance among the clouds, you will be her partner in all things. Leaving your side for good is just not an option she can bear and doesn't even consider. For while sometimes her adventurous may take her away from your side, she will always find her way back to you. To her home. For you are her home Carrot. Now and always.
Like many of her rank, this Cloud's fur is a white so pure it is almost blinding. The silver comes around her neck, almost like a collar and is sprinkled rather liberally throughout her tail. Interesting enough, black rims her ice white eyes, giving them a heavy lined appearance and her nose is a bit off in color as it is a rosy pink instead of being a deep black. Her diamond like gem sits squarely in the middle of her forehead in a octagon cut. The fiery colors will sometimes play across her back when she sleeps if the angle of light hits her just right. [/quote]
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Watch Out or You'll Get Burned Female Hunter Hellhound
Mindspeech #fc3c3c
Scorch
It sneaks up on you. You're outside, having a good time swimming, or maybe on a hike, or with friends on a picnic. It's not even a speck on the mind. Then you return home later to find that your skin is hot to the touch and red. Get the aloe - you've been had by a sunburn!
This Hunter is much like that. Stealthy, cautious, when on the hunt her prey rarely sees her coming until she either leaps in for the kill or unleashes her own brand of burn from her fire breath. Socially she's like that, too. Proud and confident she listens to others before speaking, and if you are lucky she'll be on your side and will support your opinions. If not she'll wait until you've made a fool of yourself then strike with a few well-made statements to burn any counter-points to dust.
She is a fit Hellhound, toned muscles under thick, black fur that help her stalk through the shadows. Her sun-amber eyes are often the last thing prey sees and they frequently gleam with wicked delight. Though she proudly wears the red paws and eye mask of her rank that edges of them fuzz and fade into the black fur around them, indistinct like the edges of a sunburn and in the sunlight her fur holds a faint red undertone.