Post by Invisible on Nov 23, 2011 22:07:29 GMT -6
Name: Invisible
Age: 8 Months
Gender: Female
Species: White Tiger
Name of Pack/Pride/Clan/Flock/Group: None, lives in solitude/the own leader of her own mental pack in the Thick Forest's Free Land.
Rank: None/Alpha
Weight: 50 lbs.
Height: 2 feet at shoulder
Description: A smalle white tiger cub with light blue eyes and large paws that she often stmbles over. She is very lean and isn't too muscular, and, thanks to her clunky paws, she isn't a fast runner. She has no markings or scarring other than her natural black stripes.
Picture:
History: As a young cub, Invisible had a different name, one which she could never remember. At only four months of age, Invisible's mother was killed by a large male tiger, shaking fear into the tiger cub. She somehow managed to stay alive, sucking on the milk her mother had left and eating a decaying elephant carcass for weeks. By watching other tigers, she learned how to hunt, but to watch, she had to make herself invisible. She had to be invisible to those who passed through her territory, invisible to those who even knew she was there. One day, Invisible was confronted by a female tiger, whom had been tracking her for a while, and, once having cubs of her own, noticed the delima that the tiger cub was in. Although Invisible refused to let herself be fostered by the adult tigress, she was asked her name. Invisible had never exactly been able to remember it, after having been living in solitude, why would she? So she blurted the first thing that came to mind: "Invisible"
Only a few weeks later the world destruction began, or as she liked to call it, the "Shift." Now, seeing all the lands connected, Invisible set out to find new lands to reside in, but steered clear of any packs, prides, or groups, not wanting to get involved.
Where do you live? Under a semi-hut created by a fallen, decaying tree overgrown with forest plants. Rain still easily gets through, but it's okay for now.
Family/Friends/Enemies: Left to roleplay, stongly dislikes large male felines.
Personality: Is very quiet and sly, not having many friends and tending to stay away from larger males, she isn't favored by many. Is very grown-up and mature for her age, claiming she never has time to play. She is very serious and likes to observe older animals.
Sample Post:
Invisible pressed low to the ground, blending in her white coat with the palm fronds around her. Narrowing her eyes, she slunk forwards, eyes fixated on the scene unfolding before her. A large tigress was stalking a herd of gazelles, gaining more speed on an older one by the second. Enthralled by the display of raw nature in it's cycle, she inched forawards, blue eyes wide. Sinking in every bit of inforation she could pick up, Invisible waited until the kill, then turned tail and fled. STicking around a fresh kill never meant good news, it often attracted other Tigers, and that was never good news.
Sprinting back to her makeshift palm frond den, Invisible smiled, feeling her paws kick up the loose dirt and the wind blow through her fur. It was such an excellent feeling, to be free and finally at one with the world. But her sheer bliss was soon cut to a halt at the slight rimbling of her stomach. Plopping her bottom down on the ground, the white tiger let out a sigh. "Does it ever end?"
Age: 8 Months
Gender: Female
Species: White Tiger
Name of Pack/Pride/Clan/Flock/Group: None, lives in solitude/the own leader of her own mental pack in the Thick Forest's Free Land.
Rank: None/Alpha
Weight: 50 lbs.
Height: 2 feet at shoulder
Description: A smalle white tiger cub with light blue eyes and large paws that she often stmbles over. She is very lean and isn't too muscular, and, thanks to her clunky paws, she isn't a fast runner. She has no markings or scarring other than her natural black stripes.
Picture:
History: As a young cub, Invisible had a different name, one which she could never remember. At only four months of age, Invisible's mother was killed by a large male tiger, shaking fear into the tiger cub. She somehow managed to stay alive, sucking on the milk her mother had left and eating a decaying elephant carcass for weeks. By watching other tigers, she learned how to hunt, but to watch, she had to make herself invisible. She had to be invisible to those who passed through her territory, invisible to those who even knew she was there. One day, Invisible was confronted by a female tiger, whom had been tracking her for a while, and, once having cubs of her own, noticed the delima that the tiger cub was in. Although Invisible refused to let herself be fostered by the adult tigress, she was asked her name. Invisible had never exactly been able to remember it, after having been living in solitude, why would she? So she blurted the first thing that came to mind: "Invisible"
Only a few weeks later the world destruction began, or as she liked to call it, the "Shift." Now, seeing all the lands connected, Invisible set out to find new lands to reside in, but steered clear of any packs, prides, or groups, not wanting to get involved.
Where do you live? Under a semi-hut created by a fallen, decaying tree overgrown with forest plants. Rain still easily gets through, but it's okay for now.
Family/Friends/Enemies: Left to roleplay, stongly dislikes large male felines.
Personality: Is very quiet and sly, not having many friends and tending to stay away from larger males, she isn't favored by many. Is very grown-up and mature for her age, claiming she never has time to play. She is very serious and likes to observe older animals.
Sample Post:
Invisible pressed low to the ground, blending in her white coat with the palm fronds around her. Narrowing her eyes, she slunk forwards, eyes fixated on the scene unfolding before her. A large tigress was stalking a herd of gazelles, gaining more speed on an older one by the second. Enthralled by the display of raw nature in it's cycle, she inched forawards, blue eyes wide. Sinking in every bit of inforation she could pick up, Invisible waited until the kill, then turned tail and fled. STicking around a fresh kill never meant good news, it often attracted other Tigers, and that was never good news.
Sprinting back to her makeshift palm frond den, Invisible smiled, feeling her paws kick up the loose dirt and the wind blow through her fur. It was such an excellent feeling, to be free and finally at one with the world. But her sheer bliss was soon cut to a halt at the slight rimbling of her stomach. Plopping her bottom down on the ground, the white tiger let out a sigh. "Does it ever end?"
