Leera x Tyranis Pups for Adopt! [CLOSED]

TORRENT PRAETOR
female - heterosexual - lawful evil
navigation & intellect

MUST BE SWIFT AS THE COURSING RIVER

small - 25" - lightLike her father before her, even as a child she hold's herself with dignity and grace. She may be tiny, but don't let that fool you - she's just as tough as the rest of them, if not more. While she's young, she'll have the typical roundness of a puppy's body, however it won't be long before the pudginess turns into pure muscle. Her colors remind most of her father - the slate hue carrying over into his children and domination this one's pelt primarily. Although a good portion of her is sooty black, starting at her crown and reaching down her face to her underside, blues and greys take up the rest of her fine fur. From the black of her crown, it fades into silver at her nape and back into black as it moves towards and ends at her hips. A few scattered white hairs make two jagged stripes across her shoulders, pointing towards her hips. While the underside of her tail is black and the top side slate, there is a silver line that separates the two colors on her tail alone letting the slate on her body reach down on her shoulders and rear.  The rims of her ears are also slate, with the insides being black, however white overtakes her face in simple while eye liner, leaving her eyelids black, drawing attention to her face and eyes that burn like fire with lithium chloride; a single look will roast any who cross her.

As she ages into a young woman and then into an adult, her muscles will grow but she will retain a very feminine shape like her mother. A force to be reckon with, big things come in small packages. She's very lady-like and works hard to keep herself clean and proper, but she'll get dirty if she has to and litter herself with scars that (hopefully) remain hidden under her gorgeous pelt. Her voice, like velvet, is smooth and alluring to many but with a sharp bitterness when she's irritated... which is usually always.

WITH ALL THE FORCE OF A GREAT TYPHOON

protective - dominant - assertive - wildchild - intelligent - free spirit Torrent was never meant to be frilly and all lady-like. She came from the womb fighting for her place at the top despite being the last born and runt of the litter. Never holding back, she's a wild child, ready to face any and everything as it comes to her. Maybe a little too brave for her own good, Torrent has many times over earned her name. A strong and fast-moving stream of water. Spitfire would only be a fitting name had she not been as loud and unruly as white water rapids and equally as fast. A restless thing, Torrent is constantly on the go, ready to fight in wars and go on great adventures that test her body and mind. Of course, while she's a child, exploration missions and great battles will stretch the confines of her parents reach, testing their patience with her lack of willingness to respond or return home.

Her parents will have a hard time controlling her over eager, almost aggressive behavior. While she's always ready to go on a mission or listen to great storys her family had to share, she does not do well in confined spaces with others. She belongs out in the wilds, exploring. Not trapped in a pack forced to live the daily routine of a pack wolf. Torrent will struggle with this desire to adventure as she ages and at some point, it will all come to a head. Until then, she's happy living at home, stretching the boundaries and being known for her attitude and for, of course, being the King's daughter. She takes that one simple fact and uses it in every way to her advantage, especially with respect. She expects it, demands it, forces it. All in all, it's a good day when Torrent's in a good mood and feels moderately respected. She may not be a dignified princess, but she certainly expects to be treated like one.

The more she ages, the more she turns into halves of her parents, sprinkled with a little bit of her wildchild ways. She learns that she's protective of whatever she calls hers, whether it's her pack and family or what little possessions she may have should she take her own course of life. It was clear since birth she was dominant, asserting herself from birth to be certain she'd grow equally strong as the rest of them. Training or adventures will teach her things that she'll never forget, such a quick learner it'll be easy for her to learn how to survive on her own or how to do a job in a pack and do it well. Torrent is easily influenced by those around her, so things may and will probably change at least a million times as she ages and finally not settle until she's a bit too old to have finally decided. Refusing to grow up once she gets to a certain point and find her place in the adult life, her parents will definitely have their work cut out with this one and I wish them the best of luck.

WITH ALL THE STRENGTH OF A RAGING FIRE

recently turned two Adult.

Freedom.

...

Family.

Wind coursed through her pelt like the grasses on a cool, spring day; legs carrying her as fast as they could over the borders and through the wood (/cough), away from home and the things that bound her, crowded her and forced her to act close to the other members of Erovrare and her family. She loved them, and she told herself that at least a hundred times a day, but the ever present need for adventure and freedom now that she was grown enough to make her own decisions made it difficult to stay home during her free time. Today, she'd have the whole day. She planned it out too - promising herself that she'd make it just far enough away that it would be difficult to travel back while it was dark having just wildly ran temporarily away from home without looking back. She hadn't told a soul she was leaving, but by now it was to be expected. No one could ever find her when she had free time, always off exploring and having some great adventure.

"You're an adult Torrent, settle into a job already." She'd heard it time and time again, but they were at least right about one thing.

"I am an adult. I can do what I want!" Panting, she came to a stop at a small riverbed, pausing for a drink. Seeing her reflection in the water, she thought of her father and could've sworn she'd actually seen him there, a look of disappointment on his face that hit home a little. Quick to disturb the image with her tongue, the reflection faded back to herself. Torrent then bolted from the stream, afraid to see her fathers reflectiom yet again.

"I bet I can just rest here and head back in the morning." Coming up on a small cluster of trees and shrubs, Torrent settled in the overgrowth and watched between the tiny brances and twigs until sleep eventually came over her. Dreams of her parents and siblings flooded her memory, complete with happy memories of when she was a pup mixed with a little bit of imaginative exploring. Settling into the brush once and for all, she would sleep soundly the rest of the night.

MYSTERIOUS AS THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON

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