I would like to adopt!
Number: #11.
Name: Ahnah [AH-nawh].
Species: Smili.
Personality: Cool, aloof, selfish and distant, Ahnah fits her chilling name. In her native Alaskan language, her name translates into "gatherer of the dead". As a young kit she misunderstood the shouldering burden of a name, but it grew on her over the years. Unlike many Smili, she lives completely alone. She avoids the company of others when she can do so, and is extremely territorial when a stranger ventures onto her lands.
The compassionate ideal of true love and friendship is purely dumb luck to her; she scoffs and rolls her pretty brilliant blue eyes at the foolish ones who adore one another. The only reason she would ever come together with another would be the reproduction of pups, and she resents the idea of even that. There is no underlying desire in her to have a litter, no ticking time bomb that some females complain of. Due to her history, she generally mistrusts males, and seeks to stay away from them even more then the troublesome females who are looking for friendly relationships. There is very little trust in the sharp-gemmed gaze of Ahnah, and those who had heard of her, by either rumor or reputation, know that exceptionally clearly.
Due to her lack of family members, she doesn't have a specific companion that she would even consider trading her life for. Because of this she could be called selfish, and the sadistic term doesn't ever ruffle her fur anyway. Friends are rare and far between, because generally she gets betrayed by them once they tire of her chasing game. So instead, Ahnah tends to treat everybody she stumbles across the same as anybody else.
While her physical figure might provide balance and grace, she did not seem to inherit it throughout her bloodline. Clumsy on her large fingered paws, Ahnah spends most of her life time sprawled out on the ground with her muzzle mashed into the dirt. She is always embarassed when she falls, for the revealing of weaknesses in the presence of others shames her; but even since being the smallest of her litter, she never could regain the majestic balance that all of her forgotten siblings possessed. Because of this her gait is generally a little lopsided; the permanent limp that causes her so much trouble has stopped her from bbeing as fluid and flowing as all of the others she's come across.
While originally being rather nomadic, she now has a fierce protective desire to keep all others off her land, an odd trait she never had before. Since birth she had been a fighter, a rough and tough tomboy who never let anyone keep her down. But she had at first avoided fights, priding herself on remaining out of injuries and scars. That all changed when she found her own land and pressed her claims onto the land. Fighting is what she does nearly every single day to keep any untamed beasts off.
Likes: Her likes can be summed up very quickly because of how overall negative Ahnah is. She enjoys clear days when she can find balance and the insistent pain in her leg disperses to a merely vaguely annoying pulse. She likes finding prey that gives her a challenge, and overall, she just adores challenges. Mind games are especially fun to her, and riddles can always gain her attention where she loses luster in everything else. She likes to travel and gets wander lust quite often when restricted to a speific area. She likes finding rude strangers who prove her morals are correct about those she stays away from, and she really loves finding the delicate human remnants left in her Artic wasteland territory when she goes adventuring. She enjoys tinkering with the items she finds in the snow, as making things is appealing in her mind. She cannot do much with her restrictive front paws, but she does enjoy thinking about taking the metallic contraptions apart and back together again.
Dislikes: This phase is exceedingly easy to complete. Ahnah hates all other folks. She has never met somebody she cared about for longer then six months, and this short while is not something to base trust on. She dislikes trusting others or giving into those; her opinions are much stronger then many and she rarely backs down. With a stubborn mind and a strong body, Ahnah requires most to confirm to her own beliefs or go away. She hates those who cannot fit her requirements for everyday others, and those who are incredibly kind to her. Her history has encouraged her to completely detest all males of any sort of species, and that also factors into what she dislikes. Males. Neon colors and brilliant shades hurt her sensitive eyes, so she dislikes them also. She loves the snow as that is the habitat she grew up in; however, this makes her absolutely hate hot temperatures and places such as the desert.
Background:
"I want you to leave me alone." The arching hiss pierced his ears and heart at the same moment, drawing a gasping breath from his throat. Alone? The word seemed both painfully familiar and undecipherable to him at the brief pulsing heartbeat. The slightest tilt of his head betrayed his confusion, but the innocent reaction only upset the female further. She lashed her long tail back and forth, amber eyes narrowed into a delicate slit of passion. "Get away from me." She snarled, the angry curse rumbling in her smooth throat as she watched him.
Her belly was swollen with the presence of unborn kits, and desperately, he blamed her emotional state on the effects of the pregnancy. A soft whimper highlighted his teary expression and he dipped his head, submissive to her will. "But Kate...who will help you take care of the litter?" He asked quietly, trying to rationalize with her. This was suicide. Without a father to support her and the offspring, she would be hard-pressed to give nutrition to them all.
But Kate lifted her chin with a stubborn frown and laid her delicate ears across the curve of her predatory skull. "Get off of my territory." She stated calmly, a chilling note of determination lacing through the mundane words. She was not backing down from this. A long Arctic night of debating on her choice of a mate and she had decided, blindly, abruptly, that she no longer wanted him. Even from the very beginning their romance had been rocky. He had loyalty problems; she had scented over twined females around him, and it had always both disturbed and disgusted her, furthered by his stammering excuses. But she would allow him no excuse this time. If she could not have a sire who would remain loyal to her through the hard winter months beginning, she wanted no one at all.
Perhaps it was this final barrier that drove him to understanding. Near silently, he whispered a final comment, and turned to pad away through the first warning of oncoming winter; a drifting, quiet snow. Kate shivered to herself, standing there for minutes, watching his bulky frame disappear in the blinding white.
Without a mate, she knew this litter would be difficult to sustain. There were not many of her kind in this wasteland, as she had secluded herself into the frigid snow banks of a far-off tundra landscape. She refused to call back the male who would not lend her any decent sort of respect, and instead huffed her breath off, branching off into the cool air curled around her. "Goodbye, Lancei." She growled to herself, even though the male was out of hearing and eyesight. With a spring in her step, Kate turned around to crawl back into her winter burrow. "Thanks for the memories.“
The winter months were much harder then she had experienced the previous year. Silently, she berated herself for being foolish enough to turn away the support and advice of an older male, and recklessly setting off herself. There was no possible way she could keep all of her litter alive, and all day she would find thoughts drifting to prayers of a tiny, one-cub litter that she might be capable of managing.
As her stomach grew larger and the prey migrated to warmer climates across ocean peaks, Kate remained where she had originated from the beginning. Lancei did not return, which was both a blessing and a curse in her opinion. It meant she did not have to grovel for the rational male to return and help her raise their cubs; but it also meant that she would have to do this herself, a difficult complication that was hard even on land masses where prey ran abundant the entire length of the year.
On the eve of the night of the arrival of the cubs, Kate grew ill. The frost had seeped into her lungs from the winter weather this season, and she had coughing fits often that left her wheezing and weak-kneed. The night came without many problems, but as the hours drifted on and Kate felt the cubs coming, she knew immediately something had changed. The sickness that had stolen away most of her health had also turned around something in her stomach.
Out of an unusually large litter of four cubs, a single female survived. Horrific disease had seeped into the where the cubs lay, and the remaining three had been born without life captured in them at all. Forced by fate to have only one daughter left, Kate soon regained some health and began hunting for the miniscule family. Bold-hearted and regal, she discovered she could be a single mother and still function normally.
Across the early childhood months, a close bond was generated between the mother and her daughter. With only one offspring left, there was nobody else to take the attention; and stranded on the Artic lands, one could not find much more company. So Kate and her tiny, scruffy daughter, nicknamed Ah, found solace in one another and basically grew up together, living in the white-out world.
Every year, the general population clustered or scattered across their specific land section would group up together and trade news and stories with one another. It was normally a time for peaceful adoration and storytelling, and Kate had always looked forward to the celebration, even from the day of her own birth many years ago. Due to her own trend of thoughts, the young mother immediately invited, and encouraged her daughter to come with her. The pair prepared to leave and over a short journey of a little over a month, they reached the desired land of the celebrations.
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This is where Ahnah refuses to continue telling her story. Little things are known about her further education and life, except for the idea that she now lives alone. She will never tell where her mother is, nor if her dam still even lives. She ignores all questions divided toward what happened when they arrived at the celebration, or even where her name change came from and who awarded it to her.
Ahnah still lives in the Arctic wilderness, although she yearns to see other continents and land masses. She’s currently attempting to figure out a way to explore more of the landscape then what she is currently allowed to do.
