username;;
The Amethyst Pirate
name;;
Paka Doa- cat spot in Swahili. This is due to her amazing little freckles by her shoulder, and due to her being based off a cat. You can call her Paka or Doa- it all together is just too long and cumbersome in her opinion. Either one is fine.
gender;;
Female, yes. Something feistily feminine is there around her.
short personality;;
~solitary~ ~careful~ ~graceful~ ~fierce~ ~fiery~ ~aggressive~ ~impatient~ ~caring~ ~gentle~ ~fidgety~ ~sincere~
Paka is very solitary. She isn't the most sociable of Kias, and likes to spend her time alone rather than with other Kiamaras. She always moves with care; chooses her actions carefully because she knows that once something is done, it’s very hard to take back. To others, she always appears languid and graceful over just about everything she does. Not something you'd expect, because she is small for her gender and species, only 2/3rds the size. Maybe that’s just her feline inheritance, though. She can be quite fierce, and will defend anything that is hers with a vengeance. Sometimes, her aggressiveness will get the better of her, and she’ll spit out words that she never meant to say. This is the only time that she’ll actually lose her composure. Paka isn’t really very fearful, but she doesn’t like to leave where she’s comfortable. One funny thing about her is that she gets really impatient- the only way you can tell this is how she always has to be moving, and when she’s waiting for something, she gets very fidgety. You know, picking at her paws, playing with her fur, something of that sort.
Most of what I just told you is her somewhat cat-like side. Her uncat-like side is how she can be very gentle. If you’re one of the special few that Paka likes, then she’ll probably be very kind. She would hate to see anyone that she loves hurt in any way, and can be very gentle, preferring to water down the truth rather than tell you the whole thing straight out. Also, when Paka has something that she is worried, or anxious, about, then she’ll come to you and rant about it. She will tell you exactly what is in her heart, and is actually quite sincere. When she says something, or promises something, then she means it, and she’s almost rather die than give up on her word.
extra;;
An odd scent catches my nose- musty, almost. It intrigues me- there’s nothing to do around here, and I’ve been restless in the past few months. So I follow it. It calls me- eventually the strange smell stops at a large meadow. There’s nothing there, though. I squint, wondering how a trail as strong as that one could just vanish.
A movement in the air catches my eye. I turn my gaze upwards to witness a strange matchup. There are two little sparrows fighting a bigger owl. The sparrows nimbly dart around, while the owl’s talons slash at the small birds like flies. The strange thing is that there is no sound- the entire battle is a silent as a whisper.
As I watch, the smaller of the two birds appears to start, and then slowly spiral down to a few yards in front of where I lay. Still the scene is eerily silent, and I can’t be sure whether I’m just imaging this or not. But the small, fragile creature in front of me- whether real or not- needs help. I gracefully pad over to the sparrow. It feebly lets out a small chirp. From this angle I can see its wing is broken.
I find I’m talking to it even as I bring it in to help it, maybe put a little splint on its wing. “So small, yet able to stand up to something so much bigger. I guess dynamite does come in small packages!”
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