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Number: 11
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Name: Sanzera
Species: Woodlands Smili
Personality: She is one that may at first appear to be less mature then she actually is; her innocent smile and loose attitude may fool others. She is actually very serious, but is easy going at times, though some wonder how she can be with her past. She is actually very mature and often has wisdom to give beyond her days.
Motherly: She enjoys being around cubs though she has none of her own; one day she hopes to find a mate she can live out her days with. She often dreams of it, but she knows because of her markings her fellow Smilis think she is immature and many may not want to become her mate.
Revenge and Independence: She is one that will take revenge if others wrong her, she doesn't let anyone push her around, and she will fight back if they try to. She is independent, and she likes it that way; she will do anything to keep it that way. Though she wants a mate someday she doesn't like being in a clan so she stays on the outskirts of it.
A Fighter: She is a fighter, and quite a vicious and blood thirsty one at that. Most combatants don't take her seriously until she sinks her fangs into them. Those boar like tusk can rip another Smili or her prey to pieces if she wishes it. To battle her is a harmful and almost deadly experience if she really is serious.
Likes:
Cubs: When it comes to cubs Sanzera is the motherly sort, she one day wants to have them but because of her status she doesn't think she'll ever attract a mate. She is content for now to just play with and watch the clan's cubs, but sometimes in her mind it's not enough to fill that gap. She longs to have cubs of her own . . .
Hunting Deer: Sanzera loves the thrill of the hunt; her favorite prey is the deer, though she doesn't just like any type of deer. Her favorite deer to go after is the roe deer; often the measure she likes to use to hunt these deers is to trap them and drop on their backs. If that doesn't kill them, her razor sharp and ripping teeth will do the trick.
Her Home: Sanzera loves her home; if it came to it she would give her life to protect it from intruders. Often though, the only things she has to protect it from are other rouge Smilis. Despite that if the time ever came she would protect it with her life.
Fishing: Sanzera loves to fish; she can often be seen standing above the stream on a log waiting for fish to come by so she can smack them out of the water. It isnt often that she is successful, but when she is the rewards are fruitful and to her, very tasty. In her wood bass are the prime fish and they have a great flavor to all that eat them.
Dislikes:
Being Called Immature: Sanzera hates being called immature, but it is done daily due to her marking. Not many Smili see her as she really is; often they think her immature because of her markings. She, however, truly hates it and often will go off by herself if someone does it.
Being in A Large Group: Sanzera is one of the Smili who would almost prefer to be loners than live in a large group. However, she chooses to live on the outskirts and only interact with her clan if she has to. She does, however, interact with the kits which has only built the thought that she is immature because they don't know the real her; that she only want cubs of her own and that is her motherly instincts showing.
Getting Extremely Wet: Like most Smili, Sanzera hates getting wet and would prefer to find shelter from the heat to stepping foot in a lake when it gets really hot. When she is fishing she usually tries to find a nice dry spot on which to fish at. Her behavior toward water can be explained by the Smili's ability to mold and her fear of getting a mold related illness that would cause her to become ill or die.
Cubs being Hurt: With here motherly instincts it is very hard for her to stand by while a cub is being hurt. It's almost painful for her to watch this happen as she has no young of her own. She would do almost anything to protect a cub from getting hurt; she would even protect them with her own life if it came down to that.
Her Dream
Sanzera dreams of having a family that she can call her own; dreams of a mate and cubs. She realizes that because of her status in the clan this may never happen though her markings may make her popular enough to attracted one. Many of her clan think her immature, so the males may not want to be her mate. She knows this, so she doesn't put much though into her dream because she thinks it will never happen.
Weaknesses:
Rashness: Sanzera can be rash in battle, and this is one of her biggest weaknesses. She will rush in without thought to take on an opponent. Though she wins most of the time sometimes this can get her hurt if she is not careful. Most of the clan also attribute this to her supposed immaturity.
Lack of Confidence: Sanzera's next biggest weakness is her lack of confidence; she doesn't have much confidence in herself because of the clans reaction to her markings. There are a lot of things she can do that she wont try until she is forced because she doesn't think she can do it.
Her Teeth: Because of her teeth being as they are she has to be extremely careful; a bite through a bone that is too hard could break them in half. This could hinder her in hunting and combat, though it wouldn't necessarily stop her from doing these things.
Strengths
Her Teeth: While they are a weakness they also are a strength because those same teeth can be used to rip apart opponents and prey. They can decapitate the victim if she so choses so her teeth are a powerful weapon and tool.
Her Strength: Smili are strong so she is a formidible opponent in the strengths department. Add that to her weight and this is one girl others don't want to wrestle with.
Her Caring Heart: Sanzera has a very caring heart and it is one of her best traits and strengths. If she is battling for someone she loves or something she cares about she will battle twice as hard as she would if she were just battling for herself.
BackGround:
On the outskirts of the Untouched Lands, and in the woodlands of Deep Hills, there lives a group of Smili. They all are a mild brown with milder marking that tells that they belong there. That is where my home was and still is. I was born after the Seal of Shadows was broken, and in a time of total chaos. My mothers labor and birth were not easy, she under went great pain to see me come into this world.
When I was finally born, I was tan with a few darker marks; my full ones wouldn't grow in until I reached 6 weeks old. My mother bathed me with her rough tongue as I began drinking. I did not know what life held for me, but I did know that I was glad to be alive.
Week passed and I got bigger and stronger, my fur taking on it's final coloration. I had baby boar-like markings, similar to my mothers pelt, but, unlike hers, mine gave me the look of immaturity. I knew, though, from my mother's tales the better markings you had, the better the chance you had to find a mate. As I grew, so did my teeth; however, by the time they were fully grown, my mother was horrified. My teeth grew upwards, unlike others of my kind.
I soon learned from my mother that this was a potential heath issue and would make it hard for me to find a mate, but I didn't care at the time because I didn't know or want the joy of cubs. Then, when I was seven weeks old, father left with my only living sibling leaving my mother and I alone with her clan. It was at that point I had decided I didn't want or need a mate; they only caused trouble and heartbreak.
At that point I did not know that one day, I would indeed want cubs and a mate by I had all ideas that I didn't need one. I guess my hatred for my father leaving must have clouded my mind but then, I was young and stupid and didn't know what I know now. Time flew on and I grew in mind and body, new cubs where born to the clan in my first year of life and I then knew the joy of cubs.
The toddler scampered around the meadow we called home, filling our life with joy. I knew it would be awhile before I felt the urge to have any, I was content watching the knew Smilis. That year many clan members had pair up, some leaving our home to do so. I wouldn't fill the urge to leave for another ten years and I was glad. I was happy in my home until the whispers began.
It started after a chance encounter with a boar piglet. I had been hunting and stumbled upon it grazing; when we met I backed up in fear because all Smili know not to mess with boars. She didn't seem to figure out I was a predator till she caught a wiff of my scent, To which she let out a shriek that alerted her mother. She chased me all the way home, and embarrassed me in the process. I thought they had all forgotten, but two days later it began.
At first it was only one or two Smili, but then it began to spread. They called me a freak because of my fangs and immature because of my coloration; they said I'd never find a mate because of this. I tried to ignore them but that ment I began spending lots of time on the outskirts of my clan. The only ones I really interacted with were the cubs, and that only seemed to further my reputation.
For ten years I underwent the same ridicule and sometimes I wished I could just leave and never come back. I wasn't old enough though, and I had been told of dangers facing a young smili in the wild. I stayed those ten years and learned to hunt, fight, and that not all males where bad. I actually began hoping that what the other smili said about me wasn't true; that I would be able to find a mate.
Two years have passed; I have begun to despair. I knew what the others said was true, I'd never find a mate. I still have hope though that maybe I would beat the odds and find one. I have decided that I must leave the clan to find a mate; I know should I find one they will accept me for who I am and not what I look like. For now thats' all I want.
~.~
A bush rustles and a small roe deer walks out of it, stopping to nibble on a blade of grass, it's large ears perked to pick up any sign of danger. It looks up scenting her on the wind, it smells her but doesn't see or hear her. She creeps over the long branch it is standing under, preparing to pounce. Aiming carefully, she leaps from the back and straight onto the deer's spine, killing it instantly. She grabs her prize and makes her way back to her cave to eat.
She had always preferred cave to trees as there was much less a chance to get trapped in a cave then a tree. She scented the air as she got close scenting fresh kill not her own. She prowled the edge of the cave smelling a male near it. She sniffed it to be sure then grabbed the extra kill that had been left there. She felt a sense of gratitude that fell when she realized he hadnt seen her yet, when he did he would reject her like all the rest.
The next day though she found fresh kill left right at the cave entrance, she knew he had to have saw her because she didn't sleep that far back. 'Maybe I'll actually get a mate this year," she though while she groomed. This time he had brought her roe deer which meant he must be watching her. She was very excited, this was the first perspective mate she ever had but she had yet to see him yet.
'I wonder what he looks like?" she though then shaking herself she went into the woods. Even if she had ate she figured she should probably find something to eat for later. Then she scented him again, this time clearly following her she turned around and saw a flash of fur disappearing into the bush. 'He must be shy," she thought with a smile and continued along her way. She had a feeling she would be catching a lot of half sittings or him, but she was glad because she was no longer alone.
~.~
There are dangers to the hunting technique I had use, I never expected to experience them myself, but then fait is a fickle woman. I had lain in wait on a branch while waiting for the deer to creep closer. When it finally was in position I leaped, but then something happened that had never happened before. The deer ran, t must have heard the creak of they branch because one moment it was under me they next it wasn't.
I fell hard, catching the fall by rolling but in the process I jarred my shoulder. This was painful and I roared my pain throught the woods. I got up slowly, wincing in pain, and made my way home; I wouldn't be hunting today. I would rest for now then try to fish, I was hoping infection didn't set in because if it did I was in trouble.
After a little rest I managed to catch a few fish, I wouldn't go hungry that night but who knew what life had in store for me. I could only hope that I could survive this and learn from my mistakes.
Fortantly for me I did manage to survive, I had learned to be more careful when I was leaping. I did not want a repeat performance, I could have died and I know how close I edged to that. It was only luck that helped me survive and I thank my lucky stars everyday. I know it was a little more then luck thought, it was my shear will to live that helped me. Had it not been for that I very well may have died. I wouldnt died this time but very well I could next time this happens. I can only hope it wont happen again.
Small Poem: My Home
The woods are my home
they are where I grew up
and where I will die
my clan lives here
my crush does as well
they give me strenght
and hope
The woods are my home
and they always will be.
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