FORM
Name: Serene (can change)
Gender: female
Age: 2 human years
Background(how they found me or history): (this is coming from the lynx`s point of view, as if she`s telling the story) It was a cold night in the forest. Rain pattered off the ground, dripping off the tips of my fur and bounced off of leaves. Why am I awake at this time of night? I thought. I knew that this was the time when the wolves came out to hunt, but something in me was driving me forward, further and further away from the safety of my den. I tucked my wings in close to my body to help keep warm. It was freezing then, must have been 0 degrees, if that. My paws were numb, I felt like I was turning to ice, the cold stinging and biting at me, but I kept going. Suddenly, a jolt like lightning coarsed through my fur. I stopped dead in my tracks. This is odd... I thought. The lightning was comforting, not painful. Come.... a squeaky voice hummed in my head like a mouse`s cry. I looked in the direction the voice seemed to be coming from. Here, come, here... The ghostly voice said. "Who are you?" I cried out, desperately. By this time, I was sprinting toward the noise. I wasn`t trying to, it was like something had taken control over me. I came to a bush, and stopped. A flash of lightning lit the sky, revealing something in the bushes. Was it living? No, it had to be a stone or something. I walked forward, ever so slowly, towards the object. Lightning flashed again, and my eyes filled with shock. It`s breathing! Just then, I realized that I had failed to keep that thought in. The little creature shot it`s head up, and leaped out of the bushes. It had the patterning of a killer whale, but it`s body build pointed towards reptile. It`s head resembled a wolf, and it had two pairs of tiny wings attached at it`s shoulders and hips. "w.. who.. and what are you?" The words slipped out of my mouth, I had not meant to speak. The little creature stood there, staring into my soul for what seemed like hours. It`s eyes then lit up with exitement, as if it were a human child at Christmas, and spoke. "Orca!"
Markings:Tiger stripes, spots around eye, darker paws than fur
Art(seprete):The above drawing
Name: Serene (can change)
Gender: female
Age: 2 human years
Background(how they found me or history): (this is coming from the lynx`s point of view, as if she`s telling the story) It was a cold night in the forest. Rain pattered off the ground, dripping off the tips of my fur and bounced off of leaves. Why am I awake at this time of night? I thought. I knew that this was the time when the wolves came out to hunt, but something in me was driving me forward, further and further away from the safety of my den. I tucked my wings in close to my body to help keep warm. It was freezing then, must have been 0 degrees, if that. My paws were numb, I felt like I was turning to ice, the cold stinging and biting at me, but I kept going. Suddenly, a jolt like lightning coarsed through my fur. I stopped dead in my tracks. This is odd... I thought. The lightning was comforting, not painful. Come.... a squeaky voice hummed in my head like a mouse`s cry. I looked in the direction the voice seemed to be coming from. Here, come, here... The ghostly voice said. "Who are you?" I cried out, desperately. By this time, I was sprinting toward the noise. I wasn`t trying to, it was like something had taken control over me. I came to a bush, and stopped. A flash of lightning lit the sky, revealing something in the bushes. Was it living? No, it had to be a stone or something. I walked forward, ever so slowly, towards the object. Lightning flashed again, and my eyes filled with shock. It`s breathing! Just then, I realized that I had failed to keep that thought in. The little creature shot it`s head up, and leaped out of the bushes. It had the patterning of a killer whale, but it`s body build pointed towards reptile. It`s head resembled a wolf, and it had two pairs of tiny wings attached at it`s shoulders and hips. "w.. who.. and what are you?" The words slipped out of my mouth, I had not meant to speak. The little creature stood there, staring into my soul for what seemed like hours. It`s eyes then lit up with exitement, as if it were a human child at Christmas, and spoke. "Orca!"
Markings:Tiger stripes, spots around eye, darker paws than fur
Art(seprete):The above drawing
COMPANION FORM(optional)
Name: Orca
Species: Dragon
Gender: male
Age: 10 human years
Markings: Orca patterning
Name: Orca
Species: Dragon
Gender: male
Age: 10 human years
Markings: Orca patterning
