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| Artist | Simonpet [gallery] |
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| Drawing sessions | 4 |
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Simas seem to be a cross-breed between the modern wolf and feline. With a body structure
of a feline, their paws and skull structure match that of a wolf. These species' bodies are soft and fluffy, which
is even longer and more lush around their mane than the rest of them. The only part of their body that lacks
as much fur is on the tail, where eventually the fur becomes more coarse while the tail itself thins out, before it
splits and widens into fur-less guards which act as a blade. The jewel comes in various shapes and sizes, even colors
which make the Simas unique and it gives them each a unique power corresponding with their jewel color. Their
eye color tends to match the jewel color, unless they are dual Simas. Omnivorous by nature, their canines are sharp
and have molars in the back of their jaws to help chew various foods. Many have large families, but it's not uncommon
to find wild Simas in packs of ten due to how social the creatures are- however, it's also not far-fetched to find a
Sima living a solitary life which can explain why some mate for life, when some others prefer to have no
strings attached and move from lover to lover.
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Gadgetrocks wrote:Reminds me of a Egyptian Mau!
Username: Gadgetrocks
Sima name:Masala
Sima gender: Male
Prompt answer: Masala is adventurous and kind, but these traits often get him into trouble. He obtained his scars when her found a young, unconscious female Sima laying in the grass. He tried to help her, but she awoke with a panicked look in her eyes and scratched his muzzle. This is the story of how he got his scars...
Why was that Sima laying on the ground? He inched closer to her, she barely moved, twitching slightly. "Umm... Miss, are you ok?" He asked politely. She still didn't move. Then it happened. She lept up and mad a horrible noise like a mad, injured coyote and with a crazed look in her eyes, she lashed out at him, her sharp claws shredding the delicate skin on his muzzle. Startled he ran. Not knowing of the dangers of these woods, he ran, the branches pricking his coat and the ground turning to jagged rock beneath his claws. The time her saw the cliff, it was too late. Masala plunged of the cliff, and his desperate attempt to save his life, he grabbed on to a spike protruding for the mountain side. It slowed his fall, but not for long. His arms soon gave out, his body sliding down the cliff, a rock deeply cutting his haunch. As he continues to fall, you decide, "What happens next?"



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