by LostHope » Mon Jul 09, 2012 5:55 pm
Username: PopTarts
Name: Lelunoa (L-a-loon-o-uh)
Nickname: Lelu
Age: 4
Gender Female
Personality: Hotheaded and easily tempered. While being very short fused, she is also extremely loyal to those who befriend her. Serving as a protector to those weaker than herself, she stands ready to fight to the death.
Short Story and/or Art: Lelunoa, even being a commonly colored Zader, was a threat to all her foes. A vicious fighter, an avid defender, and a servant to her pack. A fighter and defender, she was destined to die in glory. Lelu, as those she loved often called her, was always looking for a fight. And it was easily triggered. Those who say her creamy brown fur rushing in often backed down, knowing her. Fearing her. In her mind she was protecting, but even some in her pack feared her unpredictable temper. Kits were kept away from her, and she had found no mate. But is this zader doomed to live forever as just a tool? Just a fighter? Or can she find love and acceptance...
Lelu was roaming her mountain home, leaping along the crags and crevices. She was roaming their boarders, like many often did. Their huge territory making several scouts travel on for miles. She rose her nose towards the mist sky, sniffing deeply as her whiskers and mane flapped gently in the breeze. A storm had gathered on the horizon, her cliff where she now perched overlooking a vast, lush forest where another scout was headed. She drew her lips in, pursing them as her sabers lie forever exposed. Deep in thought, yet her alert ears constantly scanning for an odd noise. She sensed no looming threat, not presence of anyone outside her pack. Not even the rare human campers they sometimes ran into. Her silvery white orbs caught sight of the scout now, and on her way she went, working her way down the cliff side, and then the opposite way. The way was engraved in her mind, and as she trotted along, paws making faint taps in the dirt, she gouged her markings into the trees once more. Generations to come would eventually need to find their ways, just like she had to when she was chosen. When she was born. It was in her blood, and she knew no other way.
