OOC:
Name: Tina
Age: 14, 15 in 9 days
Email: kayla-h@cfl.rr.com
Contact (AIM, MSN, YIM): AIM/ SAuzzie

IC:
Name: Keda
Gender: Female
Age: 4 Years
Alignment: Neutral
Family: Her sire, Dante, was not the Lead Male thus her siblings, Kashera, Shaman, Arohk were killed including her twin sister Kesha. Being the devoted mother she was Rynn escaped with her final daughter, Keda.
Physical Description: Although as a cub her pelt was a dark brown tinged hue that matched the leaves that fell from the trees in the autumn it lightened immensly to a beautiful golden amber. Blending perfectly with the long blades of prairie grass she can silently creep through the shadows that night brings forth, unseen, unnoticed, undetected. Optics of a golden amber, although her left optic has a slight abnormality. Around the pupil her optic is tinged with a blueish hue. Many taunted her for this abnormality. Most find this strange to see in a lioness though her mother told her it made her unique in a way none would understand.

Her months of running and lack of food has built her overall fitness level to a high level. Though you can see the muscles rippling beneath her pelt she still retains her feminine build, a long sleek bodice, the look of a female. By perfecting her gait she can run silently, no matter how hard you strain your ears to hear the familiar sound of her foot fall. Her vocals often speak in a soothing tone, a voice that is often used to aid in the comfort of another. But be warned with the knowledge that because of her troubled past her heart burns with anger and rage, so be forwarned, do not anger her. She walks neither proud nor submissive, its just normal. Though she changes her posture to fit her surroundings whether she need to lower herself to show respect to a superior or she raises her tassle and chest to be in a position of dominance over the inferier. Whatever you want to call it, basically she adapts to her environment.

Personality: This fae of amber has an understanding of the world around her, also holding an inner eye for beauty she can bring out the beauty in nearly all things she sees. But because of her deathly past her mind has been half tainted with the violence that she had witnessed as a cub. If put in a higher position she can hold her own, keeping her dominant stature if threatened by another. Words that exceed her maw usually talk of the truth of the matter at hand. She may seem overly serious but her unique sense of humor shows itself when necessary.

She prefers not to see herself as a beautiful lioness who wanders the earth with no meaning in her life. Instead she sees herself as a bringer of peace, mostly seeing the light where ever the darkness lurks. However, as I have described before she can be quite the wild fire. Many males have attempted to force themselves upon her only to face the brutal blades of an angered fae. She enjoys the company of both male and female and holds that one soft spot for cubs. It may take a while for someone to become close to her but she does hold a slight seductive spark to her ways. But she only shows this if the male she is attempting on is indeed a handsome and muscular one.

History:

Other Notes:

Sample Post: Though the depths of winter was a time of the unforgiving nature of the ice element it also held a beauty. When not in the midst of a merciless blizzard the ice and snow can portray a scenary of beauty, especially when the sun is permitted to shine down from parted clouds causing the icy shimmer to set itself forth from the white blanket that had layed itself across the land. But not today, for this current day held something not as intense as a blizzard, no. Today was merely a time of thawing ice and the beginning of new life, just as it was meant to be. Putting her nose to work the lone fae scented the air once more, trying to pin-point the original place where this strange scent had aroused from. Starting forward, her paws sinking slightly in the partially thawed ice path, Bane further ventured forth through dense foliage, brittle branches breaking as her adult form brushed slightly against them. Many thoughts ran through the almost grown femme's mind. Why had her parents left Bethlen and herself? Why had she ran like a cowardly deer running from a mere shadow movement? The sheer pain of losing ones loved ones, especially one's own parents, is a heavy blow. Why must one so young suffer so great a burden? A heavy sigh erupted from deep within the young fae's chest, air exceeding swiftly from her flaring nostrils. But upon inhaling the chilling air surrounding her Bane halted immediatly, head lifting up from its low hung position. This scent that surrounded her was so.... familiar. But how? Both of her parents had fled or more or less dissapeared. But perhaps, just perhaps Bethlen had stayed behind. And yet this seemingly familiar scent smelled so much different than that of the pup scented sibling that she had known and loved. But the deep fresh scent of Bethlen still hung densely amongst the foliage around her, much like the misty fog that gathered each autumn and winter morning amongst the golden fields.

Choosing that she should press on Bane once again picked up her trotting gait, the swift and lengthly strides carried her lithe body onwards unbeknowned to Bane that she was manouvering herself directly towards her older brother. Only when the ever faint sounds of a wolven's vocals did Bane slow her pace to a walk. Placing each paw in front of the other in a slow rythmic beat, not entirely wanting the owner's of these voices to know of her presence right away. Once again Bane inhaled the air surrounding her, and once again the scent of Bethlen wofted through her nares. But this time it was different, this time the scent was stronger and easier to distinguish. And also the cooling scent of water was perfectly blended within the scent of her brother. Bane could feel her heart leap, finally after all the seperation the two had gone through, she woul be able to lay her gaze upon the now muscular forn of her brother whom she had not seen since they were but youngsters.

Hearing the voices becoming louder with each paw step Bane slowly pushed her crania through a small gap between a large willow tree and a bush that grew beside it. Catching the forms of five wolves Bane made an attempt at distinguishing them, but at this distance it would prove to be difficult. One she recognized immediatly as Bethlen, the one whom was perched proudly atop a small boulder. Her heart took another leaping bound as her orbs gazed 'pon her brother. Another whom Bane recognized after several moments was Resha, the white wolfess who had watched over Bethlen and herself as young pups. The other three she did not know the dubbance's of. In amongst the jambled thoughts of Bane's mind was a small war fighting to decide whether or not to reveal herself. Ashamed of herself for abandoning Bethlen after the dissapearance of their parents Bnae was not at all sure if Bethlen would accept her back. A heavy sigh erupted once again from her chest as a side won its battle and Bane decided that she would soon reveal herself. Even now Bane's pelt still gleamed with the same sheen and radiance it always did as a pup, her orbs gleamed a shimmering golden amber. Now knowing her decision Bane stepped from her secluded place behind the willow and bush to reveal herself to the small group of wolves surrounding her proud brother.


Will finish later