Wait. What? MORE Erani Relatives?
12-11-2013, 11:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-12-2013, 04:24 PM by Fugue.)
Number: 3
Name: Natana Sagebrush of the Nomads
Age: 6 years
Voice: Low and gravely, sounds like a chicago smoker
Scent: Strongly of rosemary and lightly of mint, masked in the musk scent of a burning tree
Appearance: Dark grey covers the expanse of this dame's body, beginning from the base of her tail and ending at the top of her head. She bears a black mask over her face and the tips of her four long legs. A small dab of white fur can be found at the end of her tail and in the center of her broad chest. Her fur is thick enough to accomodate any climate and clumped around the base of her tail, showing a lack of interest in her own body and a high interest in the care of others. The thin white mark of her training is scarred into her forehead to show that she has been trained in the ways of her people.
Personality: Her silver eyes may not reveal it at first glance, but Tana is quite a grouch. She believes that every wolf deserves a second chance, yet she will not tolerate nonsense. She is under the impression that after all of her years of healing she is entitled to a mite of respect from the young pups that bumble about, breaking every bone in their bodies as if they aren't important to them. She holds no interest in the male kind but has a soft spot for young mothers. She is a masterr with herbs, and takes pride in her accomplishments as a healer. Tana gives a lot of herself and does not take much back. She decided long ago that her life was completely devoted to healing and caring for others, and this allows her to sleep at night knowing that she is doing some good in the world.
Roleplay Sample: It was a brisk winter night, and the air was filled with the panicked whines of a desperate mother. Her eyes were wide with fear, orange fur standing on end.
Tana could sense the lady's arrival before she saw her face, blinking her weary eyes and getting to her paws in preperation.
"Natana!!!! You must help me Natana I can not find my baby! Please oh please you have to help me please..." She broke into her warm den, sending a flurry of bedding and moss everywhere in her panic.
The older ebony dame blinked understandedly in the queen's direction and planted a lick between her ears. "Now don't you worry Peony we will find him. He can't have gone far, now could he? He's got those short little clumsy legs. Where did you see him last?"
Peony shifted uneasily from paw to paw, her anxiety making it difficult to think properly. She shook her head and looked into the healer's calming silver orbs.
"He was with me and the girls playing in the den and I must have dozed off. He wasn't with me when I woke...oh Natana I can't find him anywhere and he's so little! Do you think he may have gotten hurt?!?"
Tana sighed and pressed her side against the ginger dame. "Now lets not think like that right now. You know how pups can be, they're curious little things. He probably isn't far. Lets take a look."
She led the woman back to her den, pressing her nose to the ground and taking in the scents of her surroundings. The pups scent was strong, and led into the forest. Natana's ears swiveled forward, listening for him.
After a short moment of silence, a small squeak reached her ears and she bolted into the wood. He was not far, but she could smell the sharp tinge of blood in the air. Her muscles tensed, prepared for anything.
In her rush to find the little brute, Natana nearly tripped over a small pool of mud and was rewarded with a loud squeak of protest. She looked down and saw the little rascal with a bloodied mouse hanging out of his mouth. She rolled her eyes and sat in front of him.
" Fugue do you know how much trouble you just caused your mother? She nearly had a heart attack. " she stared at him sternly and his lip began to tremble.
" I dunno....I caught her a mouse though! Its cold and I wanna go home miss Tana!" He cried and picked up his mouse again. Natana sighed once more and scooped him up in her jaws. The little pup was all covered in mud!
Name: Natana Sagebrush of the Nomads
Age: 6 years
Voice: Low and gravely, sounds like a chicago smoker
Scent: Strongly of rosemary and lightly of mint, masked in the musk scent of a burning tree
Appearance: Dark grey covers the expanse of this dame's body, beginning from the base of her tail and ending at the top of her head. She bears a black mask over her face and the tips of her four long legs. A small dab of white fur can be found at the end of her tail and in the center of her broad chest. Her fur is thick enough to accomodate any climate and clumped around the base of her tail, showing a lack of interest in her own body and a high interest in the care of others. The thin white mark of her training is scarred into her forehead to show that she has been trained in the ways of her people.
Personality: Her silver eyes may not reveal it at first glance, but Tana is quite a grouch. She believes that every wolf deserves a second chance, yet she will not tolerate nonsense. She is under the impression that after all of her years of healing she is entitled to a mite of respect from the young pups that bumble about, breaking every bone in their bodies as if they aren't important to them. She holds no interest in the male kind but has a soft spot for young mothers. She is a masterr with herbs, and takes pride in her accomplishments as a healer. Tana gives a lot of herself and does not take much back. She decided long ago that her life was completely devoted to healing and caring for others, and this allows her to sleep at night knowing that she is doing some good in the world.
Roleplay Sample: It was a brisk winter night, and the air was filled with the panicked whines of a desperate mother. Her eyes were wide with fear, orange fur standing on end.
Tana could sense the lady's arrival before she saw her face, blinking her weary eyes and getting to her paws in preperation.
"Natana!!!! You must help me Natana I can not find my baby! Please oh please you have to help me please..." She broke into her warm den, sending a flurry of bedding and moss everywhere in her panic.
The older ebony dame blinked understandedly in the queen's direction and planted a lick between her ears. "Now don't you worry Peony we will find him. He can't have gone far, now could he? He's got those short little clumsy legs. Where did you see him last?"
Peony shifted uneasily from paw to paw, her anxiety making it difficult to think properly. She shook her head and looked into the healer's calming silver orbs.
"He was with me and the girls playing in the den and I must have dozed off. He wasn't with me when I woke...oh Natana I can't find him anywhere and he's so little! Do you think he may have gotten hurt?!?"
Tana sighed and pressed her side against the ginger dame. "Now lets not think like that right now. You know how pups can be, they're curious little things. He probably isn't far. Lets take a look."
She led the woman back to her den, pressing her nose to the ground and taking in the scents of her surroundings. The pups scent was strong, and led into the forest. Natana's ears swiveled forward, listening for him.
After a short moment of silence, a small squeak reached her ears and she bolted into the wood. He was not far, but she could smell the sharp tinge of blood in the air. Her muscles tensed, prepared for anything.
In her rush to find the little brute, Natana nearly tripped over a small pool of mud and was rewarded with a loud squeak of protest. She looked down and saw the little rascal with a bloodied mouse hanging out of his mouth. She rolled her eyes and sat in front of him.
" Fugue do you know how much trouble you just caused your mother? She nearly had a heart attack. " she stared at him sternly and his lip began to tremble.
" I dunno....I caught her a mouse though! Its cold and I wanna go home miss Tana!" He cried and picked up his mouse again. Natana sighed once more and scooped him up in her jaws. The little pup was all covered in mud!