name:
Sorren
gender:
Male
age:
8 years
personality:
Sorren is as cold as the planet around him. His beating heart is blanketed with a chilling ice where no amount of warmth could ever reach. Sorren takes no pity, no compassion, no kindness and in turn dishes out none. He can be brutal when it comes to the treatment of others, taking advantage in certain situations, pushing the weaker cats about. And the list still continues.
Many believe Sorren lacks both a Conscious and a heart when in truth he has both he just decides not to use them. The harsh life he's led brought him to this dark and twisted point which will no longer allow him to break away.
Though subconsciously he wants a life beyond his solitude, a love, he has never been able to do so. The one thing Sorren truly fears is investing himself into another which Is why he has remained lonely for so many years. That and he has kind of grown to like being alone, being free to do as he pleases, and go where he wills. Mating would only tie him down.
Another big attribute to Sorren's cold personality is his crude humor. He looks for any opportunity to belittle and destroy another's self-esteem, and seems to enjoy doing so a little more then he should. A reason behind this behavior is it makes him more comfortable and confident in his skin. To point out others faults, weaknesses and failures makes him feel more perfect and better then they ever could be.
story:
The Hunt
The night brought with it a cold and icy chill. Though during the day it was never warm, the night it seemed, plummeted into a frozen pit. The two planetary moons illuminated the land with their faint radiant glow, but also held something sinister behind their gleam. The world was silent, all unmoving except for the shadows which danced away from the light.
Sorren sat high above the world, his body resting precariously in a branch above the snow. His eyes moved along the gleaming ice in search of a meal. He had been waiting in this spot for a few hours, keeping his position hidden from possible prey, but nothing had shown. At least not yet. The young male flicked his ears back quickly, hearing the soft tread of feet. His keen hunter ears picking up a few things he had been waiting to hear. By the sounds he could tell the animal approaching was rather large but light on its feet. It moved slowly, only occasional movement signifying it was grazing. Those were only things that supported his sense of smell which told him deer.
Sorren's muscles tensed, his heart rate escalating with the knowledge the hunt was about to begin. He took in a deep steady breath, tuning into the slight rustling that was moving beneath his hidden perch. His claws slowly extended, his lips parting to reveal his sharp feline teeth. Sorren caught glimpse of the young buck, a hungry snarl rising up in his throat as he watched his meal move into position.
With a mighty shove, he leapt. Twenty feet through the air, the unsuspecting prey right in his grasp...but he had misjudged. The deer shot out of the way before Sorren even had a chance to dig his claws in. He landed in the fresh snow gracefully and without hesitation was bounding after his prize.
Like ghosts the preditor and prey swerved through the tree line, one eager to get away while the other was anxious to dig claws into the others flesh. Though the deer had speed and agility, the mercenary had brutal strength and an unbrakeable and determined spirit.
art:
W.I.P.
