Username; Ikaaaaaaaaa.
Number; #33.
Name; Natara.
Reason I'd like her; I've been stalking the Tracker Dog thread for a while now, but I've never really seen any I've instantly 'connected' with. That is, untill I saw Natara. She's beautiful- stunning- and I'd be honoured to have her and love her. I would write about her [She'd be the main character in a short story I'm writing] which I can PM you chapters of, once they are done. Overall, I immediately fell in love with her. Thank you for considering my form <3
Will She Be Used In A Story?; Definately. As I mentioned above, Natara would be the protagonist of a series of short stories, which I can PM to you if you want to read them.
Personality; Natara is for the most part a friendly, outgoing Tracker, who gets along with just about anyone. She is open minded and not very judgmental and, so it is unlikely she will simply turn another away or down based on first impressions. She calculates and analyzes, using her intelligence and heightened senses, and above all common sense before deciding if another is worthy of being a friend or, is a lost cause and, considered and enemy. It may seem like an overbearing process but, it really is not--she doesn't take long to make her decisions, especially if they are situations that are not complicated. The more intense they are, the more she will diagnose it, for she does not believe in jumping into something serious without giving it much thought. What she considers serious is fights, wars and love, or anything that involves a serious physical or mental connection. She won't dive straight into it with teeth and claws flying or give her whole heart away at first glimpse.
It is both a downfall and, an advantage that she treats serious things this way. The downfall is that, she gets hurt because, she doesn't reveal how she feels right away and, she may come across as uncaring or lazy. She could possibly offend others or appear aloof, perhaps, even dare I say cold and, potentially loose friendships and or relationships. This has happened to her before and, it has wounded her deeply so, anytime she feels as though she might be tarnishing a relationship, she can become reclusive and, even lash out. When she does lash out, she will become very defensive--argumentative and even physically violent such as nipping or full out attacking. She may also turn into herself, becoming very quiet--she is in a sense boiling on the inside and, is merely waiting for another to tip the scale and, cause her to explode.
Natara's advantage is just the opposite of the downfall and, that is, that because, she doesn't react quickly, she will not get herself into sticky situations and, get looked down on because, she did not think before she reacted. Being cool headed and, calmly calculating a situation tends to make better impressions on others than snapping into something at the blink of an eye and, flying into rages or attacks without gathering all the information beforehand. Luckily, she seems to have a healthy balance [she seems to calculate things in a respectful manner or amount of time] and, this spares her from getting put into the bad spotlight and, more often than not she is respected for her decisions. However, she is no perfect and, does make mistakes in her calculations. She takes this to heart, scrutinizing herself to the point where she becomes paranoid, anxious and, not exactly fun to be around for she can become unruly--emotional and rather. stubborn and vehement.
Overall, she is moderately laid-back and loves to use her mind instead of her body to get about life. She is friendly, loves to laugh, play and even frolic on occasion with those she considers her friends. She is a good listener and, gives fairly decent advice and, is often the one others will seek for guidance. However, she has her dark side [As does everyone] that will come out when provoked or the right situation come into play or just the right type rubs her the wrong way.
Introduction;The silken hued Tracker moved through the trees at a rather leisurely pace. She was in absolutely no hurry to get anywhere, plus it was dark out, meaning she'd have more trouble manoeuvring through the shrubbery with her thick pelt. If she'd been a thinner Tracker, maybe she wouldn't have cared so much, she probably would have run through these woods without so much as a care, but as it were, she was too big of a target, and would no doubt run face on into a tree. Her golden pelt flickered in the light, the dapples mingling smoothly with her surroundings. The forest was almost dead black, and she was almost blind in it. Because of this, her progress was slow, she was relying mainly on her nose and ears to make her way between the trees, and this was much more difficult than she was used too, sure, using her other senses wasn't that hard, but being robbed of one of your main senses made it hard to concentrate on the others, made you almost feel panicked. For her, anyway.
Her ears rotated feverishly atop her skull, picking up unimportant little noises here and there like small rodents running through the underbrush, and the rustling leaves as the wind blew by. It was fall now, and the sound most prominent to her was the crunching leaves beneath her paws. This sound was annoying, it broke the silence too loudly and it frustrated her, made it hard to hear the other noises around her. Not to mention that it would announce her location to any other creatures which might be lingering near by. She finally picked up on another sound, the sound of running water. This peaked her interest greatly. Where there was a river, or stream, that meant there was less or no trees. She would feel safer there, more out in the open, yes, but she was still under the cover of the blackness, and her beautiful pelt blended in relatively well with the shadows. She would be out in the open, more exposed to wildlife, but less exposed to the threat of the trees.
Her pace quickened a fraction as she headed toward the sound of water. She could smell the water now, that was good, that meant she was almost upon it. She finally found his way out of the trees, and she came to an abrupt stop. She was out in the open now, yes, but she was still relatively safe under the dark sky. It was a bit brighter out here, because there were no trees to shade in the ground, but it was still black. She could see the reflection of the stars glinting off the water's running surface, and this calmed her slightly. The sky was clear, stars twinkling down at him from everywhere, it was a pretty night, although the air was nippy and somewhat frigid. That was autumn for you, though.
Her pelt had thickened a good deal since the summer, filling out around her neck and sides, but the air was still cool, even with the extra protection. The wind was a little less tolerable, it would come in unannounced, clawing bursts, trying to sink it's claws into the flesh beneath her coat. It was chilly, but it was still manageable. Winter wasn't upon them quite yet. Natara moved toward the water slowly, lowering her head toward the rushing current. She could dimly make out her own reflection on the moving surface, although it was hardly more than a large black shape blocking out the pretty night sky. She hovered her muzzle just above the water, then allowed her tongue to move in rapid sessions, barely breaking the water's surface as she lapped up the cool liquid. She hadn't exactly been thirsty, but she decided he would have a drink while the opportunity was before her.
She finished her drink, tongue running across the ridges of her muzzle to clean off the droplets of water which clung to her fur and whiskers. She wasn't sure what she was going to do now, she hadn't planned this far ahead. Maybe she would just scout out a place to rest now, to was nighttime, after all. A yawn cracked upon her muzzle as the thought, but she ignored it and started forward again, along the bank of the lake. She could feel the sandy ground mushing between the pads of her feet, and she could feel the annoying debris clinging to the damp fur there. She ignored this too, and continued on her way, still searching to make out some sort of shapes in the darkness. She continued on, her conciousness drifting off into her head at this point, thoughts wandering to far away places and people.
She had been moving for quite some time before she was finally roused from her wandering thoughts. A voice rang out through the darkness before her, and Natara stopped dead in her tracks, the fur at her nape standing on end. She whipped around fiercely, trying to locate the origin of the voice. Finally she saw it, a white form not too far in the distance. The only reason she ever saw the shape was because it was the only white object around, and no matter how dark it was, white was a difficult colour to camouflage into the darkness. Natara's nerves were on end now, but she proceeded toward the ivory shape with slow, weary steps. The scent of another was coming to her strongly now, and she didn't know why she hadn't noticed it before. Too deep into her head, as always, she assumed.
As she neared the other Tracker Dog laying on the ground, she took in it's features- It was a small Tracker, much smaller than herself, half the size, if not less. But it was a male. This confused her for a moment, a male Tracker who was smaller than most of the females he'd encountered. Strange. But not unheard of. Natara cleared her throat upon approaching the male, although she knew her presence was already known, seeing the ivory Tracker had previously addressed her with a nod.
"Hello there," She started, a little unsure of herself.
"I didn't notice you sitting over here, you startled me a bit." She offered the stranger a small, quick chuckle, a comical smile placing itself upon her muzzle. She had been startled by this little Tracker? Well, she hadn't known the size of the him when she had spoke. Natara shook her head, clearing the thoughts away.
"I'm Natara, might I ask what you're doing on such a cold night?"
by DoctorDraca » Tue Mar 29, 2011 4:41 pm 
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