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[Electriic]

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[Ekio]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number: F7

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Name: Thalia

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Breed: Golden Tiger Centaur

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Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: I’ve got a soft spot in my heart for centaurs. Currently I have one. She’s blind and I have been contemplating a friend for her as her seeing eye wolf companion can only be written so far. (Conversations are a bit one sided)

She will get lots of art, both my own and purchased from others. She will get written about often.

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Personality: She’s your snarky best friend. The one who you know you can always count on, the one who’ll tell you if you’ve got something stuck in your teeth and who you’ve told all your secrets to. She’s not to be crossed, can hold a grudge, but is the best friend a girl could have.
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Likes: Oranges are her favorite, the bright smell, the juicy interior, there’s nothing about them she doesn’t like. Beauty in nature, the random flower growing in a large patch of green, fallen bird feathers and stones she can turn into beads. She’s a bit of a collector.
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Dislikes: Males, she’s a lover not a fighter and every male she’s ever met was arrogant, rude and smelly. She much prefers the company of women. Her partner in life is Nibai who’s a blind unicorn centaur.
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History/Background: Having been born in captivity, she found happiness through shiny finds. As a young girl, her joy was in a treasure kept to herself. She made within the circus family, but no one ever stuck around. It seemed that any act worth its weight in gold was sold or traded for new blood in their “family.” Her mother was traded to a group in France, her brother went to India. She and her father were still members of the odd little circus due to her age and his old injury.

One November, a crow landed on her cart. “Hello shiny one” she said. Being a 5 year old she was unsure of what this bird was and having been flogged by the rooster for calling him something he didn’t like, did not want to relive the experience. The crow thought this a wonderful way of greeting him and began to visit her daily. He regaled her with stories of the world around her and little by little the girl who missed her mother thought of leaving.


She did so in July of the next year. She’d heard rumors that she was to be traded. Something about a llama act. She wasn’t yet 6 and while the thought of travel excited her, traveling to somewhere else to live the same way did not. She snuck out near midnight as the last of the circus guards fell asleep to the sound of wind chimes she had made.


The forests of Asia were dense and intriguing. Her life at first was harsh enough to make her think of turning back more than once. There were predators she had never heard of, creatures who stole her few baubles and plenty of spooky sounds in the night. She longed for her soft bed in the cart often, but soon found a cave of her own.

As she grew she found many things could be traded in the jungles. There were tribes of creatures who valued baubles People who were kind enough to trade from villages for things she could not find or make. She found other centaurs of various species and though she kept up with them as to not be lonely, she kept to herself.

Thalia met Nibai and Ferra one morning after a long driving rainstorm. She had gone out in search of anything that had surfaced because of the storm. Nibai was crouched down by the riverbed while Ferra took a drink. Ferra’s nose had picked Thalia up long before she arrived and was more watchful than any creature Thalia had ever seen. Intrigued as any big cat would be, Thalia couldn’t resist meeting someone new. Amazed by Nibai’s ability to get around being blind, the two talked for hours. They became close friends quickly and soon the visiting Nibai moved in with Thalia.

These days the two love to wander the jungle together, enjoying the soft sounds, the smells and of course Thalia explaining all the stunning sights and finds.
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Art: wip
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Other: She’s stunning, I hope whoever wins her loves her!

[Jericho]

Question: Does your form for a character have to include "I am looking to adopt"? I see almost everyone has that but I have removed mine. Will I get ignored for not having it?

[Tripp]

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[Tiikeria]

Question: Does your form for a character have to include "I am looking to adopt"? I see almost everyone has that but I have removed mine. Will I get ignored for not having it?

No, you won't. It's just a decor that is on our base form. You won't be counted off. :3

[Ranua]

F7 is such a pretty girl ;u; I may have to force myself to try this round<3

[Jericho]

Question: Does your form for a character have to include "I am looking to adopt"? I see almost everyone has that but I have removed mine. Will I get ignored for not having it?

No, you won't. It's just a decor that is on our base form. You won't be counted off. :3

*sigh* ok that's good! Thank you!

[Liru Kaulitz]

....."It seems the more we talk, the less I have to say. Let’s put our differences aside.
I wanted to make you proud, but I just got in your way. I found a place that I can hide.".....

Kennel Number F7

She resides in the lovely Kennel F7. Even before she was placed there, I was in love with her, ever since I saw her being made in the stream. Once she was put up in her kennel, I began a form for her right away.

Full Name Korra

The moment I saw her I instantly thought of her as a Korra. I'm not exactly sure why, but I think it fits her well. It is pronounced KOR-rah, is of Australian origin, and means "grass".

Nickname Kor

Honestly, Korra to me is a short enough name, but if I was quickly calling out to her I might use "Kor". The only who would be allowed to call her Kor would be Zane, because she's close enough to him that she wouldn't mind it, though if anyone else called her that, she'd probably bite your head off.

Age 17

Korra is 17 years old but must act as a leader of her troubled family. She acts maturely for her age and tends to be mistaken for someone much older girl, up to 23 years in age.

Species Golden Tiger Centaur

Korra is a Golden Tiger Centaur. She might also be called a Strawberry Tiger Centaur or a Golden Tabby Tiger Centaur. She has the toarso of a human girl and the body of a tiger. Her species is extremely rare, and they're only found within the village she lives. Her mother and father both were Bengal Tiger Centaurs, and as children they had been taken into captivity against their will, so when Korra was born she had the rare reccessive trait found only in captivily-bred tigers.

Personality Brave, Cunning, Determined, Kind

While writing Korra's story, I realized how much I was developing her character, and it made me think about how much that happens to me. Usually, I'm not the best at personalities or stories for a character. But I instantly began to form everything about her in my mind when I first saw her. I feel connected to her more than I've felt to any other character I've ever applied for here at the Pound of Hope.

Korra is a very brave girl. She's the older sibling of her family and she feels like she has to be strong and protect her little brother. She would face anything and accept any challenge, even if she has no experience in the field. She's very fearless and nothing scares her. She's willing to do anything for those she loves, and she doesn't like how being a girl holds her back from seeming as powerful and courageous as she is.

Korra is a hunter, and also a very cunning person. She's crafty when it comes to hunting anything and she can always find a way to get to her kill. She's very good at formulating plans and at thinking through them. Korra is very sly when she's out in the forest, and her knowledge of the area makes it easy for her to slip around and quickly cut off running prey.

Korra is extremely determined and she never stops trying at things she wants. She's always eager to grab at her goals and show others what she can do. She doesn't take no for an answer and it's impossible to keep her from reaching any goal, easy or impossible to obtain. She always can find a way even if she has to give up everything.

Korra's kind side doesn't show unless she's your close friend. She's very gruff at times and she doesn't feel pain much after what she's been through but she's always very kind to her brother and feels connected to him more than anyone else. Her kind side usually only shows when he's with her and when they talk together. She feels comfortable with him and secure enough to soften up and be a good big sister.

Korra is to me a female heroine. As I wrote out her personality she reminded me a lot of Katniss Everdeen from The Hunger Games Saga. I didn't mean for that to happen but as I think about her I feel Katniss in her, and to anyone who's kindly reading my form, I liked the aura it gave off. Making a brave, strong female character to look up to made me feel stronger and more confident as I finished her story. I had fun making her personality and discovering what my mind held in terms of ideas, and I'm proud of the result. I really feel connected to her personality and she's someone I'd look up too. Needless to say, I'm excited about about her come to life in my story and in my mind and I'm really falling in love with her whole character.

What will you do with her? And why do you actually want her? She's incredible. I'd use her for everything. She'd be truly loved.

Honestly, I had no words when I saw bel making her in the stream. I knew if there was ever a chance I could get her, that I'd put everything I had into getting her. I have very few human characters that I are dedicated to like my person, Astrid. In fact, none currently get the same level of respect and art she does. I've also never spent points on another character. But I knew right away Korra would dug her way into my heart as I began to develope her personality and her character. I want nothing more than to use her like the perfect being she is. I'm willing to pay real money and points to get her the quality art she deserves. I will write stories about her all the time like I do with my most treasured characters.

I know that I would RP with if I ever got the chance, and I'm excited to have the chance to make her mine because there's so much I can do for her and so much love I'm offering. I've never loved a character I've tried out for more than I love her, and I say that with honesty from the bottom of my heart. As I write this form, I'm listening to her theme song if I'm lucky enough to make her mine. I'm actually crying as I'm listening to this imagining the story I wrote and how she relates. I see her a a perfect character, and there's nothing that could make me happier than to take her home with me and make her my own. ♥

Plot Korra is a teenage Golden Tabby Tiger Centaur who lives with her family and the rest of the feline centaurs in a small village. Despite her harsh life so far, Korra manages to keep her father and younger brother alive by hunting with her best friend Zane. But humans are always a trheat to their rare species, especially to Korra and her brother Sorren, who possess a very special ability in their eyes. (Because Korra's eyes are so beautiful and I wanted to add something about them in the story) The humans that killed her mother are back for them and Korra needs to find and save Sorren, who's been quiet and emotionless since their mother's death.

Characters Korra is the main character of course. She's very strong-willed and determined about everything. She keeps her family together though they seem to be drifting apart, and she's a very skilled hunter due to her keen eye site. Her mother was killed when she was very little and her best friend is another feline centaur named Zane.

Sorren is Korra's little brother. He's been very reserved and hasn't said a word since their mother was killed. He misses her more than any of them and since her death the power in his eyes (like Korra's) has vanished. He finds out about the secrets of how the humans are coming back for him and Korra and while defending himself kills them and finally brings himself back to Korra and back into their world.

Zane is the son of a richer feline of the village. He can be slightly protective of Korra which annoys her. He has feelings for her he can't express though. They've been best friends for a long time, and he always lets her use his father's spear despite what he says about letting her hunt with it. Zane is very supportive and is impressed by Korra's detemination and skills.

The Angry Men are the men that killed Korra and Sorren's mother. They were actually after the power within the eyes of the two children though, and don't return for it until a long time after the death of their mother. The humans fight and are violent, not stopping for anything to get to the magic inside their eyes.

Korra and Sorren's Father isn't met in the story but is spoken of. He has detached himself from the family and Korra doesn't even know him anymore. He still comes to take the food she hunts and they'll make eye contact even at times, but since her mother's death Korra hasn't spoken much to him at all and has taken it upon herself to raise Sorren.

Past Story I blink at my reflection in the silent ripples of the water, bright green stones flashing back at me like burning emeralds. I run my fingers through my tousled brown hair and yawn, pulling back from the stream and flicking a few stones across the surface. Turning to gaze into the depths of the forest, I catch the flapping of a bird, the rustling of a branch as a squirrel crosses. My eyes, not only a startlingly bright and deep coloring, were the best in our family. My mother had worn glasses before she’d died. I was truly blessed, she’d told me, with a strong ability. With my incredible sight, I was easily one of the best hunters, though I didn’t exactly advertise the fact. All I knew was that I wasn’t the same as my mother had been. But I wasn’t sure how to embrace my gift just yet. She had simply told me that those I met would most certainly remember me.

The clearing were I was sitting was one only me and my best friend, Zane, knew about. We’d been best friends for too long to remember when exactly we’d met. Definitely before I was five, though. Now, twelve years later, my bond with him has become stronger than that of my bond with my father, or even the bond I share with my little brother. But I suppose it isn’t much to compare to. After my mother was killed—shot by an arrow in the forest, right to the heart—my father seldom spoke to all of us. He was gruff, and the kind edge he had only showed to his family melted away like snow in the spring. He spent his nights with his friends, doing things I wish not to know.

Even my little brother, Sorren, has been affected, though he was only just born when my mother was killed. She had been breast feeding him during the time of her death. It was a miracle he was able to survive. But even though the chunk of his life that both my father and I knew and missed had barely been known by him, I could still feel that a piece of his soul, a part of the happiness that comes from being with the one person who would do anything for you, had crumpled away. His eyes were dull and gray, not the shocking blue that they had been when he was born. I remember looking at him, and my mother looking up weakly, her hair damp and her pale skin flushed. She said to me, “Look, Korra, he has eyes like you. You can see the world together.”

After her death, his eyes dulled slowly over time, and at the age of eleven, they resembled nothing of the bright, sparkling glow he was born with. He, too, was slipping away like my father had. I kept telling myself that they would get better. That they would move on, knowing mother would want us to stay a big happy family. But they never did stay we me. We’re almost like strangers to each other now. And as much as I want to be back with them like how we should be, I’d rather not take part in their sorrow; I’ve already pushed it away so many times.

Times were hard in our village. Winter was on the way and the trees started to lose their leaves. The creek in the clearing was almost covered in a carpet of thick reds, yellows, and golds. The deer and bear were scarcely seen, but I knew it was almost time for the cold to break over us. The frost, that for now simply laced the grass in the morning, would fledge out and soon in the morning the ground would be gold and hard under my paws.

My mother’s fur shawl, the one I wear around my neck, is more for summer, simply covering my breasts but allowing the sun to warm my skin. The usually wool coat I wear for winter was ripped and tattered this year, too much to provide much coverage anymore. This was the time that my thick fur was a gracious gift to have. Sharing my body with that of a tiger can be an annoying struggle, especially in the hot months, where the pelt is absolutely excruciating. But then there was fall, and the winter, that I was very grateful to have it. You might say I have two sets of arms. My long human ones, with thin, nimble fingers for grasping food or for drawing back an arrow when using a bow and hunting. Then, there are my stocky, strong tiger limbs, padded and masculine, and always coming in handy when I needed to run.
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There was a rustle again; I look up from playing with the green gems on my bracelet to see Zane slipping through the trees. He is tall, much taller than I am, with short, spiky dark brown hair and a lean figure. Like me, his lower body is replaced with that of a cat, though he is a cougar, and I joke about how much stronger and better a tiger was. He would just challenge me to another race, or a swim. We had a good time together, letting go of the worries we bot faced.

“Hey, Korra,” he greets me. I stand up, flipping my brown ponytail over my shoulder.

“Zane,” I murmur, smiling as my ‘good to see you’ gesture.

“I brought along my extra spear. Do you want to hunt?” he questions. Zane has three spears. One is his, and the other two belong to his father. He always slips one of them out for me though, because he knows I can make great use of it. He doesn’t have much to hunt for. His mother and father keep more to themselves, though the care much more than my father does about me. Zane has no reason to come out with me, usually every day, hauling back game if we’re lucky. His father is a hunter, and can always provide food, so it’s never a concern.

Zane has tried countless times to get his father to give me a bit of food. I was the only one would bring back food to my family. I would usually set the things nearby brother, who stayed in his bed or in the house all day, and then leave a plate for my father, who took his away in the night. But the problem was that Zane’s father is a stern, strict man who believes that those who can’t survive by themselves are too weak to live. He refuses to show me any mercy. Sometimes I feel he just doesn’t like the fact that Zane hangs out with a girl.

I must look lost in thought, because Zane prods, “Come on, I bet I can catch more then you.” It’s his way to convince me to hunt. I’m a very competitive person, and I rarely reject a challenge, even if I have no experience in the field.

I grin. “You’re on,” I shout, snatching my spear from his hand and racing off with it before he can say another word to me. After a moment, he follows, our paws bounding softly in sync across the rough ground.

My ears pick up a soft sound coming from down more. Squinting, I catch the faint glimpse of a deer. It stops and sniffs the air. I stop, standing still. Zane stops, too. His eyes are not as strong as mine. I feel his warm breath on my shoulder as he leans over and whispers in my ear, “Do you see something?”

I nod slowly, crouching down and watching the animal. It’s totally oblivious to our presence, and I silently thank the wind for its choice of direction for today; if the deer had smelled us on the wind, it surely would flee.

I hold up a finger and then slip forward. Zane stays put, just as I instruct. The gentle sound of the deer’s hooves against the fallen leaves grows louder until I am almost right in front of it. With a quick flick of the spear, the deer falls to the ground, barely able to admit a single squeal. I rise from my position, and when I turn I see Zane’s wide smile as he jumps down toward me.

“Well done, Korra,” he congratulates. He’s seen me hunt before, but he never loses the look of shock and amazement when I make a kill. It makes me feel warm inside. He’s really the only one who’s ever seen me hunt before. We do it in the woods a bit farther away from our village, and from what we know no one has been killing there besides us in many years. It’s like our own chunk of ground.

I nod my thanks to him, and he lifts up the deer in his powerful arms as I pull out the spear. I feel a flash of sadness overwhelm me for a moment as I gaze into the eyes of the deer; the average look plastered on its face resembles that of my mother’s when she was found. As though she had never expected what was about to happen before it did.

Before another bout of emotions could hit me, I stroke the deer’s flank and think about cutting into it and eating a fresh piece of its meat. The thought of the smell of it cooking in the fire made my mouth water.

We walk back in silence, our pads thudding softly against the crackling leaves. I think about my little brother, all alone in the house, lying on his bed with the blank, vacant expression he now always wears and I quicken my pace slightly; I’m eager to return to him. The rumbles in my stomach are returning after about ten hours of being tamed. After eating only a few bean sprouts for breakfast and rising earlier than everyone else in the village, I was right to be hungry.

When we get to my house, Zane and I walk around the side and lay the deer’s body on a slab of rock. I watch as Zane takes the axe stuck in the firewood and cuts off about a third as his share. I always insist he take some, even if he hasn’t helped me make the kill. After all, if it wasn’t for him lending me his father’s spear, I would be unable to hunt at all in the first place.

I smile and wave as Zane takes off down the path with his share of the meat. I sigh when he’s gone and gather some wood, quickly starting a fire in the fire pit. As I chop off a slab for Sorren and me to eat, I swear I see his face in the window, staring blankly at me. I try to smile again at him, but inside it’s the last thing I feel like doing. Seeing his small face, his short chocolate colored hair, and his flat gray eyes pierce me like a knife to the stomach. He never speaks anymore, never even makes any effort to show what he’s feeling. I imagine he feels empty, like my father probably does. Like a lost soul, not knowing its place. Without the proper guidance and nurturing of own mother, I didn’t know what he had become.

As the fire crackles and the sky begins to darken, I cook the meat and smell the delicious, thick smoke that escapes the fire and wraps our house twice before running away into the sky. I leave the fire going after the deer is finished roasting, simply to provide me with warmth. I would feel strange going into the dark house with my emotionless little brother, so I remained next to it, eating prospering with my fork and knife, the only utensils we have at the house currently. Of course, one part is left for Sorren, though I doubt it will go to use. I have never seen him eating the food I leave for him. I haven’t ever thought about it before, but I find it hard to picture him eating anything at all. But still, I keep it wrapped up in case.

The night sky is navy and spangled with silver stars, and I’m surprised when I look up and see it, realizing I had been lost in thought for quite some time longer than I expected. My head’s leaned up against the back of the house, and I wrap my thick striped tail around my paws. Peering absently at the window, I see my little brother’s hand pressed absently against the dirty pane, his fingers spread out. I look in and see him asleep on the bed, so I slump back into my comfortable position and press my hand to his, almost feeling the softness of his fingers. I realize it’s been a long time since I’ve ever dared to get near my brother, which saddens me. Closing my eyes, I slip into a deep sleep, feeling rather full and very much at peace.

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The next few days go by without much activity. I don’t go to the forest, but merely stay home. There is no need for more food since I still have lots of deer meat leftover, so I go into the house and clean, or read. Sometimes I sit outside and sketch in my drawing book, watching the sky and the trees sway in the wind.

One morning, though, something is different. There is an odd silence to the village. Not a leaf twitches, because not a breeze blows. As I lay outside, my mind glazed in daydreams, I barely realize the strange behavior until I hear angry shouts in the distance. Whipping around, I feel strange fear creep up my back. Around the edge of the house, I can’t see too much, but I can hear the curses and the fierce tones of men from not too far off. Instantly, I stand and shake my pelt, losing the fall leaves that have rested against my golden fur.

The noise gets louder and louder. I hear a shrill howl of pain, and suddenly, Zane appears beside me. His hair is tangled and uneven, not neat and pointed as it usually appears. His amber eyes are wild with fear, and his mouth is twisted into a look of terror. Even the fur along his spine is standing up.

I open my mouth to speak, but he silences me when he grabs my wrist—firm and serious—and yanks me towards him, hurrying away with me towards our forest. I am shocked for a moment but then I yank away my hand, curling my fingers into a fist and frowning.

“Get off….what’s wrong with you, Zane?” I snap, slightly offended that he feels he can drag me where he pleases. Zane looks surprised, and then he looks back towards where the shouts are coming from. Now they’re painful cries. I can to cover my ears and hide, but I push away my fear and stand my ground.

“There’s no time for me to explain, Korra,” he mutters, motioning for me to follow but keeping his eyes away from my face and towards the entrance to the village.

I put my hands on my hips. “What are you talking about, Zane? What’s going on?”

He shakes his head, looking down, then up again, his whole face now displaying pure pleading and dread. He’s beginning to sweat nervously now, and I can see his face flushed. “Please, just come with me, Korra. I’ll explain things when we’re out of here,” he begs me.

I drop my arms to my sides. I look back at the house, at my empty house. Sorren was gone this morning. Maybe that’s another reason why it was strange. He leaves sometimes, always returning later. But today was different for me. I shake my head but then I sigh. “Alright,” I agree, following him.

A thin smile crosses Zane’s weary face and he takes off. I follow him through the forest. We run for almost an hour, stopping much further than we’ve ever gone to hunt. He stops finally, and I collapse in the open grass, my sides heaving and my breath coming out in harsh pants. I don’t recognize the area. Zane is looking around nervously.

Once I catch my breath, I think about Sorren, and about my father. Even though I want nothing to do with him, I wonder about the men and about what was happening. Realizing Zane must know something, I turn to stare at him expectantly.

He raises his eyebrows. “What?”

I grunt and shift in the rough grass, my neck damp with sweat after running so long and so hard. “You owe me an explanation,” I growled. “Why did you drag me out here? Who were those men?”

I see Zane is staring out into nothing with a vacant expression. I can't tell if he's been listening to my questions. I grab his arm and pull him until he faces me. “Hey! What happened back there?”

Zane's eyes fill with anguish. I feel a jolt of fear hit me. I've never seen him so scared. When he speaks, he cringes with every word, as if speaking of it hurts. “Six strange men tried to get into the village today,” he murmurs, staring down. “When the guards tried to stop them, the men shot them up pretty bad.”

He winces and closes his eyes. I know Zane's house is near the gateway to the village. If anyone would have a clear view, it would be him. He remains still, and I finally break the pitiful silence.

“Zane?”

He looks up with a small, forced smile, then continues. “The men at the bar came outside and tried to stop them too after they heard the shots. They all got into a big fight. It was really awful. My...my father was with them. One of the men punched him in the jaw. I ran out to help him, but one of the men came at me with a club. I ran after that, all the way to your house to get you out. They...they were going into random houses and shooting the people inside. They're trying to take over our village and kill us all,” he mumbled.

I could barely stand the hear the story. Finally I was able to ask, “Are you alright then?”

Zane grimaces and pulls up the cotton sleeve of his red shirt. I gape in shock at the deep gasp on his arm. It still oozes with fresh blood. I can barely speak. In fact, I can't get myself to talk at all. I just gaze blankly at the wound, unable to say a word.

After a few look up at him. He covers it up under his sleeve. “What-what do they want with us?”

Zane seems to be thinking for moment because his response isn’t quick. “They probably were drunk. I was too scared to stay too long. Maybe I should have.” His hands are balled into fists, and I can tell he’s replaying the scene he’s seen in his mind, over and over.

“It’s not your fault,” I say, flicking my tail. “You couldn’t have done anything. You’re only 19; those men were armed and much older and stronger than you.”

He nods, still seeming absent. I shift and twirl my leaf necklace around my finger. We sit in silence for a moment, and I think back to Sorren. I was never sure where he’d go, but I’d also never gone to look. The more I thought about it, the more I realized he could be in real trouble.

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Zane and I stayed in the clearing for about four days before I convinced him to let me go back. He wanted to come with me, but I insisted he says there to guard the meat we caught. It was a small amount, but out here and kind of animal could see it, and the nights were freezing and painful now. Not many animals would show their faces anymore until spring.

When I run through the forest, I realize how much I missed being in the familiar parts, the places I’ve hidden, crouched, and shot spears from. I saw the dusty spot where I’d hit the deer with Zane, and the soft intent in the dust the deer had made when it hit the ground.

The forest thinned and I could see the back of my house, with the fire pit and the stone slab and the tree trunk and the firewood. When I come out of the forest, I emerge with great caution. Everything in the village is still. Still like the morning Zane and I left. I look around and my paws scrape the cold, hard ground.

Nothing moves. Not a sound. I feel eyes on me everywhere, though I’m also certain no one is watching. But still, I feel very exposed and very strange—threatened almost—as I walk around the edge of our house. I look down the main road, to here you can see the entrance to the village. To my horror, a body is slumped on the ground there. It can see the shape of feline, so I’m sure it is one of our men. I cringe as I think of my father and my brother. Where are they? Where could they be?

I’m so focused on looking that I don’t see the movement from behind me. Slowly a figure comes upon me, and I don’t realize until I feel their breath on my neck. I whip around, stumbling over a stone. I almost fall but then I steady myself. I gasp at the little body stand before me.

Sorren stands firmly, his paws dug tightly into the earth. His dark brown hair falls over his eyes, and his thick pelt is smooth and sleek in the slight. A sudden wind blows past my arms, and I shiver. My brother looks up at me with his cold, bleak eyes. I open my mouth but can only force out one chocked word. “Sorren…”

“Korra…” he murmurs, his eyes filled with emotion. It’s the first expression I’ve seen from him in a long time, and hearing his voice is like happy bells in my ears. It seems I’ve never heard him speak before. Yet his voice sounds just like I pictured it would.

Sorren drops something from his hand. It’s a long spear. The tip is covered in fresh blood. I stare at it, suddenly terrified of my brother. I had barely even acknowledged his existence, though I thought about him all the time. I wasn’t ever sure what he was capable of.

For a second I hated myself for thinking my little brother was a killer, but the blood on his claws was a telltale sign. I shake my head. “N-N-No…”

I swallow hard as he comes towards me, a pained look on his face. “Korra, please come and listen to me,” he begs me. I nod slowly, and I follow him into a small cave near the edge of the village. He sits down and we lock eyes for a long time, searching each other’s faces for emotions.

“I-I didn’t mean to kill them,” he starts, and his voice immediately cracks, and I realize he’s just a little boy still. I’ve thought of him as something different since he started acting strangely. But I feel a pang of sadness. I had betrayed him, leaving him like this. He needed someone, anyone and my father wasn’t there. He must have been depressed all the time.

“Th-those men…they were the ones who killed Mom…” he mumbled, tears spilling from his eyes. “I do remember, you know. I do.”

I feel instantly taken back to one time I’ll never forget. I know I was not even one yet, but I could recall one night. My Mom was singing me to sleep, a beautiful lullaby in another language. I’m not sure what it was, and I regret not asking. I remembered my Mom back then. Why had I thought that Sorren wouldn’t?

Suddenly, tears well in my eyes, too. I squeeze them shut as my body quivers. “I-I’m sorry, Sorren. I shouldn’t have assumed you didn’t know her. You did. And you needed her more than any of us,” I realized. He nodded solemnly.

“But why did you kill them? And how did you know those were the people that killed Mom?” I ask, waiting for an answer. I have no idea what to expect, because I don’t know myself how he would be able to remember the people.

When Sorren looked up at me, I gasped and my eyes widened. He stared back at me, his blank gray eyes transformed into a beautiful electric blue. They seemed to jump with excitement and energy of being released after being hidden away for so long.

“You-your eyes,” I murmured, and after I say the words, I realize I’ve answered my own question. His eyes. Bright and startling like mine, my mother always joked that the two of us would be the best hunters in the world. He had seen into the forest when my mother was shot with the arrow to the heart. He’d seen the men who’d done it to her. Now was he angry for revenge? Had he been hiding it away all these years?

He nods, and I can’t take my eyes off those startling blue pools. Something I’ve missed so much. “When I saw them here today I realized that they were back for us. Korra, those men were after something that’s found in our genes. Our centaur genes,” he explains. “That night when they killed Mom, they were really after you. I heard them say that ‘this isn’t the one’. They wanted you. I had to protect you. Our species is rare. There are only so many centaurs left in the world.

“I confronted them about what they’d done today, and they laughed at me. Feeling like I cared about you and realizing you were still here with me turned my eyes back on. I couldn’t believe how much better I could see,” he mutters with a chuckle. “When they saw it, they said ‘he’s one of them!’ and they attacked me. The guards tried to stop them but they were shot. And then Dad came out with the guys from the bar and tried to help me. Those men were strong, they hurt someone. They even hurt your friend, Zane.”

I think about Zane and what he might be doing. Probably worrying about me. No matter how much I show him I’m strong and brave, he never stops worrying and being over protective of me.

“After that, I couldn’t hold myself back, and I let all the anger I’d held bottled up inside take over me. They’re gone, now. I didn’t mean to. I really didn’t mean to!” He’s crying again, and I realize all he’s been trying to do was fight off the fact that humans are trying to kill off our race. It’s something I lived with but it didn’t ever hit close to home until now. My mother and father had always warned me to be careful around humans because they’re greedy and power-hungry. They’d kill off centaurs everywhere if it meant getting money. My little brother was traumatized by the fact before he could even talk.

Before I realize what’s going on, we’re hugging, and I feel his small body against mine. We twine tails like mother used to do to me before we said goodbye to each other when I’d go to explore.

“It’s okay, Sorren. We’ll get together, all of us. You, me, Zane, Dad, and Zane’s family. We’ll go somewhere where we can live without the fear being taken away. We’ll live happily together. We’ll hunt and we’ll play, and we can all forget about life here.”

Sorren nods and wipes the tears from his eyes. “Okay.” Then he smiles. “Finally I’ve got my sister back,” he murmurs.

I twitch my tail. “She never really left you.” I stood up and shook my pelt, as did Sorren, and we walked back into the empty town. “Let’s get going.”

Present Story
“Korra!” Sorren shouts from the mountain brook. He’s crouched down, and his tail flicks eagerly with excitement. His fur is matted down with water and mud, but he’s happy. I can tell when he turns to face me and with a huge grin on his face.

He picks up something in his hands and runs over to me with it. I look there and see a baby lizard. “Can we keep him?” Sorren begs me.

I laugh. “Sure, just let him back into the brook and you can watch him there.”

Sorren leaps into the air excitedly then rushes back to the stream. I smile and shake my head, thinking about how much better he’s gotten over the last month. The electric charge that had sparked again made me smile whenever he talked to me. Their startling blue depths were so full and mysterious. I’d wondered if my eyes appeared like that to others.

After the attack on the village I’d given in and started a new life for my little brother. My father, Zane’s Zane’s parents, Sorren, and I. We all moved up the higher peaks of the mountains after lots of begging and promises on our part. Our new home wasn’t nearly as big as the village clearing, but that was okay. We weren’t a village. More like one big family.

I smile when I think that; one big family. I never thought I’d even think the words again, but they come back true. We all help and support each other. Even Zane’s father gets along with me now, and has shown me several tips with a spear. And it turns out that he and my dad are good friends.

Zane’s mother is very friendly to everyone and she loves Sorren to pieces. She always makes him jewelry out of the mountain reagents, and he adds it to his collection. He tries not to show it but I think he really loves the woman. It was obvious to me that Zane’s mom knew Sorren needed a mother. So she was trying to fill the gap, and we all were grateful.

Food isn’t easy to find if you don’t know what you’re doing. Luckily, we do. We’ve adapted well to the area, actually. There’s lots of smaller game up here but still enough to make food of. And there are berries and nuts, which I send Sorren to fetch so he feels helpful. Then I let him toss a salad for all of us using anything he wants every night. He always smiles proudly when we eat it.

We’ve built a larger house then we had back at the village for all of us using wood we can cut down and find, and there’s a fire and a circle around it so we can all sit and eat and talk. Zane’ father tells us stories of how he escaped captivity when he was captured for testing several times in his life. And then we all go to sleep and start the day over cheerfully in the morning.

I could tell an immediate change in Sorren’s attitude and behavior when we moved. He began much for child-like and active, and he did what I did as a child—had fun and used my imagination. The sparkle I saw in the happy baby I had known was back and I was overjoyed. I realized I’d really missed having him with me. I’d never gotten to feel the successful, accomplished feeling that comes with being a big sister. When Mom died, I’d find of lost my family all together. But now that we were back together, we swore we won’t talk about the past. Just our future together and the fun we’d have.

I felt more connected to my father, too. He’d changed when we moved. He was much more talkative to me, and he also seemed to take more of an interest in my life. He wanted to know what he’d missed after he’d finally found himself. He was ready to take the responsibility of being a parent back, which made me feel good. I was so grateful things had worked out like they did.



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Likes & Dislikes
Family & Friends
Hunting
Campfires
The Color Gold
Sad Songs
Heavy Rainstorms

Greed
Selfish People
Extreme Heat



Question & Answer I'll ask a question and I'll write a response as Korra. To me this gives others a deeper look into a character's personlity.

What's your favorite hobby? Why?

I really like hunting. It's mainly my only hobby, and I can learn a lot every time I make a different kill in a different place, so I'm kept interested all the time.

What's your favorite part about being a centaur? Why?

I think it's really neat to have both the strength of a human and an animal in my blood and my genes. Plus, I'm able to do things that a tiger can do, like run quickly, fight, and swim well. And then there's my human side. I can do and make things with my hands. Both animals and humans have different advantages, and I have both.

Would you like to be just human or just tiger?

I admit there have been times when I've thought it would just be easier to become human and get out of the way of the hunting of my rare species or to become all tiger and live a simple life. But in the end I always remember how lucky I am to have this gift.

How do you feel about how people react and desire your eyes?

I never really quite understood the fuss people made over my eyes when I was younger and it annoyed me. I still feel normal though others say I've got a gift with my sight. I honestly don't know the difference so there's nothing I can compare my sight to. After Sorren regained the sparks in his eyes, though, I realized how beautiful and startling they must look to others. But other than that, I don't feel different or special despite what others think about my eyes.

What would you do if someone told you Zane was in love with you? *evil smirk*

I would probably laugh and tell them that they're crazy. I've been best friends with Zane for as long as I can remember, and so even if he did like me in that way I don't think I could ever actually persue a relationship with him. It would be too weird. We're almost too close. Well, no exactly. I'm not sure how to explain it. But basically, I can't ever picture me and Zane a couple.

If you could contact anyone in your family that has died, who would it be and why?

My first response would of course be my mother. I'd love to speak with her again and see if she's okay. And of course tell her I'm okay and about everything that's gone on since she left us. It would be amazing to talk with her. But other than that, I'd love to speak with an older relative and find out more about how our species survived a long time ago.

Would you want another sibling if you had the choice?

If you mean if I could adopt a baby, yes, I'd do that. If it needed me. I've always wanted a little sister, and I think another baby would bring our family even closer together again. Plus, watching a baby grow up before my eyes would be incredible...it hadn't exactly been that way with Sorren, and I'd love to watch all those beautiful moments and experience the emotion of raising a child with the rest of the family.

What annoys you most? Why?

I hate, hate, HATE it when boys act like their all big and brave and tough and that girls are weakllings. I can have a really quick temper with people like that, and they usually run home after I'm through with them. Sometimes I feel bad afterwards, but then again it really bothers be how I'm downsized as a warrior and hunter because I'm a girl.

What do you fear the most? Why?

Probably the thought of another person I'm close to dying. I really had to give it all I had to move on after my mother died, and I don't know if I could manage my life if anyone else left me. It's been hard enough already for me, and I'd be crushed and broken beyong fixing. Maybe that's why Zane says I'm a way-too-overprotective big sister.

Have you ever had a crush on anyone?

No, never. I've had so much going on in my life constantly. Fighting to survive and keeping my family in check hasn't exactly left me much room for day-dreaming, and after my mother died I really learned to push away emotions. I might have cut off their flow to me. I don't even remember if I could feel anything to anyone during that time.

Would you die for anyone in your family?

In a heartbeat. In the time my mother was alive, she taught me how important it was for a warrior to be loyal to those she cares for and protects. She says if a person dies having fought through life with honor, then no one should grieve for them and that they will never grieve again. I wouldn't even have a second thought about dying for any of them.

Fast Facts Quick facts all about Korra!

Ethnicity Native-American
Height 7 feet, nine inches
Weight 450 pounds
Body Type Skinny; Curvy
Hair Color Dark, dusty brown with a small streak of sandy blond on the bangs.
Skin Color Darker, light-mocha color
Eye Color Deep, startling green
Nails Short and healthy
Piercings Ears pierced, red studds
Body Modifications Black eye-shaped tattoo on left shoulder.
Bust Size Average; B-Cup
Muscles Strong, thick tiger legs, long nimble human arms and hands.
Intelligence Level Average
Health Status Healthy; Slightly Skinny/Hungry
Relationship Status Single
Father Seryn
Mother Rhea (deceased)
Brothers Sorren
Sisters None
Close Friends Zane
Mentors Zane's Father, Caspien
Favorite Food Fresh Meat
Weapon of Choice Spear/Bow & Arrow
Crush None
Most Treasured Item Fur Shawl
Hobby Hunting
Pet Peeves "Boys are better than girls."
Good or Evil? Good
Emotional Strength Strong
Most Wanted Item Books or New Weapons
Favorite Color Brown, Orange, Black, Green, White
Clothing Style Natural
Hair Style Long, Braid, or Loose Ponytail
First Memory Her Mother's Singing
Spirit Animal Golden Tiger
Best Quality Emotional Strength
Favorite Weather Monsoons
Favorite Season All of Them!
Worst Quality Bad Temper
Theme Song Good Enough by Lifehouse
Quote "Some people don't realize they're gone, they just need someone to find them again."

....."What do I have to do, To try to make you see.
That this is who I am, And its all that I can be.".....

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