Post by sahara «« on Apr 19, 2013 14:42:43 GMT -5
NAME// ---
Zephyranth
AGE// ---
21 Moons
GENDER// ---
Female
CLAN// ---
None
DESIRED POSITION// ---
N/A
SHORT DESCRIPTION// ---
Slim she-cat with golden eyes and black and white fur.
DESCRIPTION//
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Limber. lithe. those legs look like a road that'll never end. Yet most of all? My, my, little lass how eminently thin you happen to be. Why must you seem so wasted? Such things could eclipse what beauty which could ever shine through the withering of yourself which we can so freely observe. How sad my friend, the state in which you conserve yourself. Shall we look beyond this yes? These mighty limbs, so remarkably lengthy gift you a grace unlike that of others, with stubby short legs they look so thick, so lacking the natural equilibrium and swinging rhythm of gait, it's almost as if you waltzed while you walked, my, my how stunning! The power withheld within them, regardless of how scrawny they seem, grants a massive velocity and rather some litheness that naturally leads to their elasticity. Tower above you do my friend, statuesque in height and length of limb even over that of most males, quite the anomaly you are, as if you weren't odd enough. The nimbleness possessed by yourself is like an eagle's wings, for you may fly among the regions of the earth and leap into the heavens with such breathsnatching might. Zephyranth, Zephyranth, how well does it suit you, your are one with the wind, so swift, so brisk the wind itself feels the need to chase you.
With scythes just like that of a young tigress, you could kill with so much more with those killer eyes of yours. Again, just as lengthy as your lanky limbs, as are those curving claws. To atone for such a lack of power within you, the heavens themselves atone with knives that could make you such a feared, dark creature that you will never have the guts to become. The legacy of your mother and father has left you so much, enough to grow into an avid creature built for one thing: survival. A deadly darling you are, and you haven't even noticed it yourself! As for looks, there isn't quite as much to tell is there, hm? If it weren't for killer-gorgeous eyes you would never be as close to grasping beauty as you are now. Don't get me wrong, you'll never be pretty, but we'll try to make you seem that way. The sprightliness of a lithe figure is surged over by striking waves of strident ebony, ardent in its quest to abash the pure ivory battling to bathe the creature's bodice. A combo rather crude to the sense, yet nonetheless so striking, with such fur she'll never blend in.
Her fur so being quite bright, the manner in which dark jags over light is so harsh, perhaps even painful to observe when gazing upon in detail, however strangely streamlines the girl's frame as it flawlessly smooths the angles & edges of a limber body. Last and of course never the least is what brings our girl to life itself. Those eyes. Those eyes I can't get over with. To begin with, their color, what would it be? Gold? Amber? Or pure, glinting yellow? Neither seems to embellish the wonders of these eyes. Like pools of energy, they are, simply, irrevocably electric. Bound with so many shades of gold, the palest of yellows, amber, and even honey, so many there are that they shift among themselves with the shifting of light itself. And it's just, the expression! So intense, passionate, it's like they're thrumming with ferocity, a storm in the eyes of a girl. Dare to gaze into them, you'll be...electrified with a single glance.
PERSONALITY//
--- Fierce. I know what you're thinking. How can someone so young, so little, with all of the world's so called immaturity ever acquire such honor to be known as fierce? Well, there's no need to hoard such shallow thoughts within yourself. She'll stand her ground, and won't back down. Wait until you meet my little Zeph. This girl is tough, there's nothing sweet, and no sugar coating to this one we've got here. Zephyranth hasn't had it simple, but she's had to face having to grow up, and get with it before many. There dwells such vibrant energy, a true passion to live on, to exist, to be the best there is, Zephyranth exudes an aura of perseverance. The girl is straightforward, outright rude at moments, but guess what? She never backs down. Some might think her foolish, but truly, Zephyr, if anything lacks fear, it's the passion that keeps her going. Reckless? Perhaps just a bit. Emotions might cast the occasional impulse, however there isn't much which might afflict a hardened soul. It's already been wretched, and she's a quick learner. Unlike those who share a vehement heart, Zephyranth clashes with it, withholding a clever mind. What matters most to her? Not letting one, no not one take charge of who she is, what she lives for, and of course, not allowing anything to stand in her way.
The girl's got nothing to lose, and even if it's stupid, against her clever mind, she'll take all the crazy risks if it'll get her what she wants. A peril it can be, to face someone who would break the boundaries if it means reaching her dreams, it's what she has held dearest, and many say it's what keeps her going, sincerely, I wouldn't doubt it. Her desire is to be strong, ironically devoid of such physically. Zephyranth is bold, and she isn't afraid, afraid of saying what she thinks [which can result in angry teeth & claws at times], or fearful of what any might say. Regardless of the brash demeanor which often leads to being disliked, Zephyranth is frank, if there is something she hates, that would be lies. As ugly as she may seem within, the feline is fiercely loyal, a remarkable aspect being so young, one might think she has so much to live up to. Deep inside, she is wise beyond her years, there is something so sincere about how stern, and serious she really is, beyond that fieriness and sharp, sharp tongue.
However, something in her refuses to draw near, something that might even bypass as selfishness, although it truly is fear. A rough start and harsh past have driven her to become very close-minded, negative, and rather forlorn. She does not want pain, neither to enter its grasp in any way. She knows that allowing emotion to ensnare one another can cause it, and even envelop oneself into a chasm of no return when it comes to loss. In time, she has come to luxuriate in her solitude, to rejoice in the simple delights of a serene silence, soon becoming one of the things which most brings tranquility to the stirrings of a tired soul and a writhing heart. Memories nowadays haunt the youngster, as do many things, she is haunted by dark thoughts day and night as well as the lingering desire of revenge. Many things keep her from being at rest, which might explain the ever odd impulse and sudden desires to keep moving at such harsh rates, as a wanderer, she continues a never ending journey which little by little seems to be her pathway to the consumption of herself. No one knows her motives, all we know, is that it's wasting her, slowly, painfully, dangerously.
EXPERIENCE//
--- Birth. The midst of greenleaf, intensely smothering heat, each breath of air is rigid, stuffed with mid-city filth and the thickness of the unyieldingly hot atmosphere. At dawn, in a vast realm known to humans as a city, a place no wild feline could ever dream of. With a boundless quantity of monsters and twolegs spilling from every angle & corner. And the air. The sickly state of it, the density of its filth. The stringent lack of food, and chock-full of cats, there was little space to call one's own. Here is where I grew up, they called it the land of steel and stone, because that's just what it was. It was no simple life, I guess no life is easy, but there's just something about this place that just makes it all worse. You just wouldn't ever imagine its chaos, anarchy in its purest state, I would say. Monsters clashing, twolegs pacing to and fro, felines flicking, nothing would ever stop, neither would it ever seem to agree. It's as if the place itself were always in battle. Mother was always so sweet, so kind, and what hurt the most in the end was her courage. I loved her more than I loved myself, and I always will. She taught us with patience, and it was because of her who I am now. Father wasn't often there, he at times came, but to me, it's just as if he was always gone. I had a sister, I once loved her too, but she was never worth it, I soon knew.
I swiftly grew with the ways of the region of steel, but it was never simple. One thing Father did teach me was to never back down, and so it became a part of me. Once mother fell ill, it was my time to defend what was ours, food, territory, safety. I was countless times beaten to pulp, but I trained, and learned, but most of all: I fought. Again. And Again. Harder and Harder. Eventually, I grew bigger, stronger, more powerful, until I could fend off those ravaged souls away from my beloved family on my own. Sister was foolish, she's the one that took us to a simple, easy, quick demise, despite all my efforts over the past few moons to keep us safe, to keep us alive. She fell for the tricks and charms of the wrong cats, who sought out our hard-earned region within the land of steel, she lead them through the pathways only we knew to navigate, I tried to fight but I was always too weak, too fearful, scared to die, they were so many. Mother, in her half recovered state attempted to battle, but I never knew if she survived.
Like a coward, torn and blood stained I fled, escaped into the land I had only heard of in stories. It took me ages to find it, but at last I escaped the steel region's confines into what they called the wilderness. Here I am now, the pain struck me through the heart and it'll never go away. I will never forgive myself, I don't care what will come to me now. I will never back down. I know life will scourge me for what I've done, if not, I'll do it myself. I'll never let myself live with this in peace ever. And I know I'll seek revenge against Sister, one day, I'll be back to get her. But until then, I shall walk on. I shall walk alone.
OTHER//
--- Zephyranth is on a journey, one which she has began since she was 12 moons, a very young cat. However, the true reason of the journey is yet to be unveiled. She seeks something, but yet it never seems to be found. The rhythm of her journey is eating her strengths, little by little, the pace of it seems to keep her mind off things that haunt her, such as grief. She doesn't stop, she skips meals, it's just not good, and the bad news, is she isn't stopping any time soon. What is she looking for?
