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[Lirrie]

?.? the ones that were realeased today

[ChaosDreamer]

Oh this was a hard choice.... If we could only go for two at a time... lol

Name: Dras'bain (Know Wrong, In a strage language)

Pen: 3

What will you use it for: I've been looking for a good feline-type male character for some role-plays. And potential personal storyies Ive been toying with for a while. But I havent found a good character that has given me any idea's to use. Instead of writers block, its been character blocked. I also would like to use him for a base for some art idea's. I havent done much feline art, mainly horse, dragon, and canine, so having something like this, with the intricut design and simplistic, yet original body style will make for a great distraction.

Why do you want it: Actualy I was torn between this one and the female he is related too. If the female had a black streek running the legth of her spine I would have jumped on that and probably offered all the pets I own for it, as that has been a coat style I've always used. But this guys dark tones scream "I'm usefull!" to me. I've been stalking your characters for a long while now, and I almost went for one of the last batch, but desided against it at the last moment. I'm glad I didnt, this little stunner is even more my style. I like the deep dark red, and the lower dark tones. Besides the silver is a great contrast without being overly obvious, and with my story style and plots he will work best, than say a more brightly or strangly colored character would.


Personality: (be aware this would change with character development, but for now, as he stands I would peg him) Darkness clings to him, and a brooding male, he is avoided by others for the most part. Some of the young look at him and see him as a way to make a name for themselves, he demolishes them with an ease and arrogance born of neglect and often hate from others. He is ruthless in his thoughts, and cunning in his actions. Always there is a reason behind his movements, either in desire for something, or simple pleasure in the act of whatever it is he does.

Distrustfull, and untrusted he lives in a cold outsider way of life. Loathing of the weakness of love, it is unlikely he will ever settle with a female, but he has no qualms about taking one for pleasure, as he croons to her in his seducing way, only to move off shortly after, unless she has something he desires, in which he will weave a convencing tale of devotion, until her barriors are down and he takes what he will.

History:

Dras'bein was born with three others, two as white as fresh snow, one born not seconds after him as dark and devoid of color as he was. Two black kits in a single litter. It was ill fated for the soft tan colored dam. Her mate, a deep blue and white looked at his first litter with a mixture of horror and delight. He was proud, two males, two females, what more could a young male want. Even if two where dark and devoid. He felt, as most of his kind, a revoltion to the dark kits, but he allowed his mate to keep them, coddle them as she did the lighter two. For even as they where born dark, they might lighten in color as so many did. His eyes strayed to the dark male, his mewling crys already stronger than the other three kits, and his fur itched. "Im going to hunt" He said in a clipped tone as he left the den.

Weeks turned to months, and he was correct in half, one of the darker kits did begin to lighten in color, a soft grey spreading over her sholders, but the male stayed dark, and he grew stronger with each day. The sire was nervous of the reaction of the others of their pride. For this was still the season of seperation, the mated pairs stayed well away from the whole of the clan until their kits where strong cubs, while the younger unmated members tightend the bonds that made their clan one of the strongest in this regiond. Often pairing off well before the season of mating.

Dras'bien grew stronger in his play, and his father often scolded him, with a clout accross the muzzle, or a shove of his head, often pushing him far from the other three kits. "Enough Dras, you play to rough." He would snarle, as he allowed the others to clambor upon his thick fur, or chaise his tail. But if Dras attempted such adoring kittenish behavior his sire would move off. He didnt understand, and the only one who comforted him now was his dark sister. Her spreading second color identical to his darker spreadig color. "Tis your fur, Dras, mother says it is too dark, it is not welcome in our kind. But do not fear, i like you anyways." She whispered to him one night as she moved to wrap around him to sleep, as the other kits slept alongside their dam, as he himself had already been denied too many times, and no longer tryed.

Her words comforted him only slightly, for now even she was favored, for it was thought her color would be white, so earning her a safe rank in their pride. Dras'bien tryed with ever growing reklessness to attract his fathers attention, often going out of his way to attack small creatures beyond their den, goading them to battle, and once, bringing down a weasle, a creature known to snatch kits and devoure. His father mearly looked on, a strangled look accross his great fearce head, only to be distracted by a clumsy pounce his white and grey brother attempted on his white and tan sister. He moved to praise them, leaving Dras by the kill, alone and savagely angery.

It was not long after when Dras was out of the den, his light colored den sister following along side him, eager to learn how he manages to take down the wildlings outside their den. His mood was dark and sour, but she didnt seem to notice, or chose to ignore, which further darkend him. They came upon a musky smell, one of such anger and hate Dras knew right off it was a boar. Wild and with tusks four feet long, they where a challange even full grown Crysts didnt take on lightly, and even tho these where half grown pighlets, they outsized all four of the kits together. It was then he made his desision, ruthless as it was, he gave a mightly kitten snarle, and with a snort the boar turned and charged. Even without looking to see what challanged it. His sister was gone in a wink. And a sick sorce of pleasure settled over Dras.

None knew of the happening, for he left her there, and returned home quickly. It was many more hours before his parents returned and nearly another after before they worried about their cub. Dras feined ignorance, and only his remaning sister looked on at him with worry.

Months passed, and as each kit grew, it was obviouse Dras was going to be as dark as they come, with a deep blood color, that of old blood spread accross his back, splashing down his tail and leggs. His sister was different, she lightend until only her underside was dark, and was a favorite within their clan, as they had joined not long ago, and his brother already had many friends, and willing teachers, while Dras was bullied, shoved, and otherwise scorned for his bad color. He begain to loath his siblings, his sister most, for she had been his, and his alone, and had at one time told him she would be by his side always, now she rairly saw him. And when he approched her, she was hearded off with the other females, and seemed she did not even attempt to stall the retreat.

In the cub games that begain shortly after their crystals begain to grow, he was grudgeingly alowed to enter, and he brutalized the other males, who pitted themselves against him. For most of them had easy lives, where he started his hunt early, in hopes to gain some affection from his father. Soon only the biggest or stupidest would go against him in the games, and even then, they lasted shortly.

Dras left the pride earlyer than most. Going further into the surrounding forests, mountains and once a jungle than any other of their pride had ever gone. Striving to carve a name for himself, finding other of his kind, either truly feral, or rouges. One clan that had partnered with creatures that stood on two leggs, elking out a living with them, not as pets, but as companions, and sometimes willing mounts. He found they did this because it garenteed them battles like none of their kind had had before, and an easy life, away from clan politics. As his crystals grew long, and strong he circled the territory, savaging any who challanged him, and ignoreing any others. Until he happend upon his own blood again. His brother was dead, slain in a clan war only weeks before. HIs mother and father once again away in the time of raising kittens. But they ment little to nothing to him. No he only moved in this area looking for one.

HIs sister was not easy to find, and for a while he worried she had mated early, like some do. But no, he found her in a clearing, away from others. She was grooming, and as he watched the play of light accross her fur, watching the streaks of gold in her white fur he envied her. He knew from his own grooming his own third and final coloration was silver, and almost in exact placement as her own, and still he was scorned. Dark seemed to drip of him, and he was avoided, but this was his sister, she liked him, she said she always would. He made as if to step out of the forest, but paused as he scented another, a young male. This male moved in and approced his sister. Dras'bien waited and watched. When the grey furred male mde to touch his sister Dras errupted from the forest and slammed the male.

His sister snarled and turned on herself to avoide the onslaught of male anger. "Dras?" Came a hesitant whisper, as he clamped his mighty jaw around the muzzle of the smaller male. "Dras, put him down." She said in a soft voice, yet her eyes. It was her eyes, that made him release his hold on the male. They held something new in them. "You hate me too?" He asked in his rich meliodic voice. A great sadness crossed her eyes, then they cooled and she looked at him as if he where nothing more than another rouge male. "Dras you have been gone too long, and too much has changed. Im sorry." She whispered in her sweet innocent voice. But he hardend. HIs spine going ridged. "You are just like the rest of them." He spit out as he turned on his paw and made to leave. "Wait?" Came her soft voice, "Dras, your still my blood." He laughed darkly, "That obviously doesnt matter sister. You are like the rest of them, you see me and flinch. You pity that sorry wetch on the ground, and will rush to him when I leave. Your the same as they are, but remember, you where born as dark as I was." He hissed as he slipped into the shadows of the forest.

Other: Oh gods, this is a freaking lame attempt... arg, lol. Well if I fail, Ill try again some other time... Thanks. (by the way, danno if these critters have any sort of other creatures living with them, but I hope we are allowed some creative freedom when playing them as characters)

ok, I edited to reflect his nature as you said, but my only worry, about the whole, he is related to the other one is, I dont want to just latch onto anyone elses story of the female, as I think it might be rude, but Im ok if anyone wishes to use mine for theirs... I left much open to the imagination... anyways, i did edit to reflect him in a darker light than before...

[❌ DYNAMIGHT ❌]

Username:
kylie <3

Colors:
Alright so this one is going to be base off of Jack Frost from Rise of the Guardians so a darker blue base with white frost on her fur. I would lost to see ice incorporated into her as well.

Name:
Juliet

I agree to abide by the species rules:
Yush

[Lirrie]

lol can do this :3
please send trade i wanna do this one first

[❌ DYNAMIGHT ❌]

Sent! -murp im so freaking excited!- ive been obsesed with him since I seen the movie a few days ago xD

[Lirrie]

Username:
kylie <3

Colors:
Alright so this one is going to be base off of Jack Frost from Rise of the Guardians so a darker blue base with white frost on her fur. I would lost to see ice incorporated into her as well.

Name:
Juliet

I agree to abide by the species rules:
Yush

I hope she is what you wanted:



Gah ;.; i though i deleted all the ice ;.;

[.kestral]

I don't think my re-releases are rare enough for a custom. They are all 09's, that any use to you?

[Lirrie]

can i see them?

[❌ DYNAMIGHT ❌]

Username:
kylie <3

Colors:
Alright so this one is going to be base off of Jack Frost from Rise of the Guardians so a darker blue base with white frost on her fur. I would lost to see ice incorporated into her as well.

Name:
Juliet

I agree to abide by the species rules:
Yush

I hope she is what you wanted:



Gah ;.; i though i deleted all the ice ;.;

mine mine mine mine mine mine mine!!!! -gobbles her up- thanks chu SO freaking much!

[Lirrie]

hehe im glad you like