NOSKA
Username: Fiern
Name: AsraHex Codes;#011638#2E294E#9055A2#D499B9#E8C1C5
Rarity: Uncommon
Traits; Uncommon; Long skinny tail, Back mane
Common; Long skinny ears
Standard; Same colored eye
Personality: Asra is not a Noska who goes looking for trouble, but nor do they back down from a fight. Normally fairly laid back and quiet, content in their solitude, once they choose a course of action there is very little chance of swaying them, and if a point needs to be made with violence then so be it. Nature is red of tooth and claw, and so is Asra when necessary. While fairly tolerant compared to some of their species, Asra is still not particularly sociable, and while unlikely to attack anyone entering their territory peaceful, they also are not one to go searching for company.
Asra prefers the night, and more than one being has had the dubious honor of being scared silly as this particularly stealthy Noska pads by. Their slightly thicker fur, as seen by the mane that extends proudly down their spine helps keep them warm and comfortable at hours when others are huddled for warmth. Though never to the point of distraction, Asra often keeps an eye on the sky, watching the stars and planets go by in their infinite cosmic dance.
User: Fiern
Name: Samael
Samael in mythology is sometimes seen as an angel, sometimes as a devil, and one of his name meanings is 'The Blindness of God' so it seemed fitting for this design!Rarity:Traits;Standard; Same colored eyes
Common; Extra large mouse ears, Hair edit
Uncommon; Back mane, Chin fur, Under fur
Rare; Halos, Aura X1, blindness
Very rare; Custom tail, Horns
Story: It seemed an ugly irony that here in this underground warren of tunnels, this sepulchral catacomb, the only dependable light shone from one who could not see it.
Samael ground his teeth together, pointedly ignoring the whispering of those ragged few following pathetically behind him. How so many wound up down here never failed to amaze and exasperate him. The lucky ones he found while they were still alive. It was true the mountain pass was bitterly cold and treacherous, but it was far less so than these tunnels. Another murmured distrustful comment caused his faintly glowing tail to lash. How precisely did they think that he got around? Could they not see his oversized ears? They might as well have been yelling their comments. He should have just left them to wander and die of their own stupidity. It wasn't as if they'd thank him. No there'd just be more stories of the demon under the mountain. As if there weren't real predators down here.
And yet he could never bring himself to leave them. He resented them bitterly, and yet each life seemed precious to him, and he shepherded them safely through the darkness of his home whenever he could.
He did not understand others, but he understood himself even less.