Username: -Willow
Name: Na'ttah
Gender: Female
Greatest Skill:
Fighting and Battle
Worst Skill:
Following Orders
Pack:
None
Personality:
-proud | asocial | sturdy | stoic | loyal | spiritual | stingy | strong | willful | stubborn | quiet | perseverant | always looking to better herself-
How her tailguard broke:
Day and night. Sunrise to moonset. Na'ttah trained, wielding her her tail and jewel and guard in defense and protection. Always assuming she could do better than what was already, always pushing herself further, harder, only furthered her abilities further. If one asked her to teach them, she refused them each time. She insisted that her skill in fighting was granted to her upon the spirits and that it was up to her to learn how to use it properly. In truth, her pride would not allow another to learn her unique skill for fear of another proving to be better.
It was then that her guard shattered. While alone in her training cave, attacking the opponents that weren't there. Her tail guard rammed into the ragged stones. A split second of pain- then nothing. Her tail was numb and nothing could be felt. Blood poured from the wound and all she could do was stare in shock- before her mind jogged itself back into work. Quickly she covered her tail in soil to clot the wound.
There were no tears for there was no pain. It was a clean, quick break. Using leaves as a bandage, she wrapped the end of her tail tightly to allow for healing. She has never again raised her tail in practice, defense nor anger. Believing that the spirits caused her tail guard to break as punishment for her greed of such a talent.
How She Came to Gain Such Skill:
The decades passed slowly, seeming more like millennium to Na'ttah. Training and fighting was her life. It was her heart, her soul, her breath. It was all she was- it was her being. The moon shown full and bright over her head as she traveled along the once well-worn path. Grasses grew up between the rocks and everything seemed sharper than it once was. Her paws were slightly sore, but nothing she could ignore.
Breathing deeply, she entered the cave she used to train in. She ran her paws along the smoothed, cave walls. Her broken tail dragged along the walls as well. She could feel the urge to swing and thrash her tail grow stronger and stronger. Yet, still she refused it. She had vowed not to, and so she would keep to that promise.
The night was still young, though it seemed to drag on forever. She itched to do as she once did. With a final growl of frustration, she broke her vow. She rushed forward, leaping into the air and twisting. She lashed out with her tail, striking the stone wall. It all came back to her in a flash, her movements fluid like water, rushing over her. She felt empowered.
That night, in witness of the moon's light, she made a new vow. To never stop her practice- to continue to perfect what gift the spirits bestowed upon her. "Never again." she promised, eyes glowing with a new-found light.
Home
A deep, wide cave with walls of red rock and soil. It is grainy- sandy- and many would not think it much. It is just a plain, simple cave. There is a pile of grasses and feathers to the far back-right wall where Na'ttah beds down at night. Toward the front, left-center is a small, shallow dip in the ground. A single-layer wall of rocks surround it and there is often charred reminiscence of the previous night's fire found there. Nothing marks the walls and there is nothing stashed in the shallower crevices of the cave. It is as it appears. Na'ttah has lived there for as long as she can remember. From the first cold, lonely and frightening nights to the now. It is all she has ever known, which is the only thing keeping her in the cave.
About a mile's walk from the cave where she beds is yet another cave. This on is rougher with rocks and a couple of boulders scattered about the inside. This where most of her time is spent. She can almost always be found here, training herself and furthering her abilities and strengths.
The territory she owns is much like her caves. Barren and rocky. The soil is red and sandy with very few, scraggly plants growing about it. A watering hold sits at the middle. The only source of water for miles. Luckily, it is spring-fed and rarely ever dries out. Rain is a scarce commodity where Na'ttah lives, so she is constantly fighting to protect her water source. She will share it with prey items, but simply so that they do not die off and she can continue to eat. Other simas- primal and modern alike- are chased off with no regrets in mind.
Art:
by blueh
-proud | asocial | sturdy | stoic | loyal | spiritual | stingy | strong | willful | stubborn | quiet | perseverant | always looking to better herself-
How her tailguard broke:
Day and night. Sunrise to moonset. Na'ttah trained, wielding her her tail and jewel and guard in defense and protection. Always assuming she could do better than what was already, always pushing herself further, harder, only furthered her abilities further. If one asked her to teach them, she refused them each time. She insisted that her skill in fighting was granted to her upon the spirits and that it was up to her to learn how to use it properly. In truth, her pride would not allow another to learn her unique skill for fear of another proving to be better.
It was then that her guard shattered. While alone in her training cave, attacking the opponents that weren't there. Her tail guard rammed into the ragged stones. A split second of pain- then nothing. Her tail was numb and nothing could be felt. Blood poured from the wound and all she could do was stare in shock- before her mind jogged itself back into work. Quickly she covered her tail in soil to clot the wound.
There were no tears for there was no pain. It was a clean, quick break. Using leaves as a bandage, she wrapped the end of her tail tightly to allow for healing. She has never again raised her tail in practice, defense nor anger. Believing that the spirits caused her tail guard to break as punishment for her greed of such a talent.
How She Came to Gain Such Skill:
The decades passed slowly, seeming more like millennium to Na'ttah. Training and fighting was her life. It was her heart, her soul, her breath. It was all she was- it was her being. The moon shown full and bright over her head as she traveled along the once well-worn path. Grasses grew up between the rocks and everything seemed sharper than it once was. Her paws were slightly sore, but nothing she could ignore.
Breathing deeply, she entered the cave she used to train in. She ran her paws along the smoothed, cave walls. Her broken tail dragged along the walls as well. She could feel the urge to swing and thrash her tail grow stronger and stronger. Yet, still she refused it. She had vowed not to, and so she would keep to that promise.
The night was still young, though it seemed to drag on forever. She itched to do as she once did. With a final growl of frustration, she broke her vow. She rushed forward, leaping into the air and twisting. She lashed out with her tail, striking the stone wall. It all came back to her in a flash, her movements fluid like water, rushing over her. She felt empowered.
That night, in witness of the moon's light, she made a new vow. To never stop her practice- to continue to perfect what gift the spirits bestowed upon her. "Never again." she promised, eyes glowing with a new-found light.
Home
A deep, wide cave with walls of red rock and soil. It is grainy- sandy- and many would not think it much. It is just a plain, simple cave. There is a pile of grasses and feathers to the far back-right wall where Na'ttah beds down at night. Toward the front, left-center is a small, shallow dip in the ground. A single-layer wall of rocks surround it and there is often charred reminiscence of the previous night's fire found there. Nothing marks the walls and there is nothing stashed in the shallower crevices of the cave. It is as it appears. Na'ttah has lived there for as long as she can remember. From the first cold, lonely and frightening nights to the now. It is all she has ever known, which is the only thing keeping her in the cave.
About a mile's walk from the cave where she beds is yet another cave. This on is rougher with rocks and a couple of boulders scattered about the inside. This where most of her time is spent. She can almost always be found here, training herself and furthering her abilities and strengths.
The territory she owns is much like her caves. Barren and rocky. The soil is red and sandy with very few, scraggly plants growing about it. A watering hold sits at the middle. The only source of water for miles. Luckily, it is spring-fed and rarely ever dries out. Rain is a scarce commodity where Na'ttah lives, so she is constantly fighting to protect her water source. She will share it with prey items, but simply so that they do not die off and she can continue to eat. Other simas- primal and modern alike- are chased off with no regrets in mind.
Art:
by blueh
