Heirs To Wasted Land
12-14-2013, 02:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-22-2013, 01:07 PM by Flamesong.)
Name: Zlata Lillian Bane
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral good
Appearance: Zlata has an entirely silver body all but for the tips of her ears and paws which are dark ebony. She carries much of her father's traits in her appearance and might look even more like him if it wasn't for her eyes; looking into her eyes, you may mistake her for her beautiful mother for the light, silver depths of moonlight.
As an adult, Zlata stands at a tall and slender 36 inches high and 115 pounds. She walks with a swift grace that she may have developed from watching her mother, though her long limbs are covered in a thin layer of muscle. Her tongue carries a smooth and silky voice with no hint of an accent at all.
Personality:From two loving and caring parents was born a very calm and intelligent pup. Zlata asks many questions in her youth, and is extremely eager to learn from those more experienced than her. She is calm and respectful to all, not quite understanding in her innocence that there are those who will hurt others without question. She tries to see the good in everyone and believes in second chances.
As an adult, Zlata speaks her mind in respectful tones, but certainly does not keep to herself. This silver dame can still take the time to play around with others and know exactly when she needs to straighten up and be serious. She believes in fighting for what is right in every situation, and will put her entire self into a battle if needed. She can find a song in every part of her world and sing it in the most beautiful tones that Alacritis has ever heard.
Accessories: Dove feathers behind her left ear.
RP Sample:Daylight broke over Alacritis in a calm, and quiet manner. The birds were just beginning to sing their wake-up calls to the land, wildlife emerging from dens in every nook and cranny, and the wolves continued to snooze through the morning. All but one.
Her silver eyes blinked once more, after having a full night of restlessness.It had been a long and difficult night, sleeping nearby her family who had raised her and taught her everything she knew. Her brother had fallen ill the day before, and she could not allow herself to close her eyes in the case that he never opened his. They had grown up close, and even though they were only a little older than 8 seasons, she still felt that she had to watch over him.
Not long after her belly rumbled, Zlata got to her paws and exited the den, stretching her limbs out and yawning. She needed to eat something, but she would first speak to the healer. She nodded her silver head and sought out the small man who had cared for her brother the night before. Ebony auds swiveled towards the man's den, the sounds of his sleep reaching her ears softly.
She sighed and walked over to the mouth of his den. "Sienno? Sienno, it's me, Zlata."
Her voice rang clearly through the thin curtain of moss hanging over the opening, and she was satisfied with the sound of his waking. "Come in, dear."
She dipped her head and pushed her slim shoulders beneath the curtain, silver orbs adjusting themselves to the dim lighting. He was lying on a soft bed of moss and feathers, licking a paw and looking at her with green eyes. His dark brown fur was sticking up on one side as if he had just rolled off of it in his waking. He stopped grooming himself at her appearance, looking concerned.
"Zlata dear, have you slept at all? You look positively exhausted."
She smiled and shook her head at the small man. He could always read her so well.
"No, I haven't. My brother has been wheezing all night, and I could not allow myself to rest. It seems like the coughing has stopped though, if you wouldn't mind coming to take a look at him?" She asked him, worry printed plainly across her pretty features.
Sienno shook his head at the slender female, a sigh escaping his lips as he stood to his paws. "You really can't treat your body that way, Zlata. It needs rest. And your brother is not going to get any better with you worrying over him that way. You're a much better help to him wide awake then sleeping on your paws. You know that! I'll go take a look at him but you need to get some rest." Her mouth opened slightly to protest but he stopped her in her tracks. "And don't you go telling me otherwise because I'm sure Magnus would agree with me!"
Zlata closed her mouth and gave the healer a hard stare. He knew that she had a soft spot for her father. She followed him out of his den and into the nest of her family. She curled up close to her brother, their pelts touching while the man examined him.
"Go to sleep, dear." He whispered to her over the form of her sleeping littermate. "Don't worry, I'll watch over him." he assured her, just as the lids over her silver eyes fluttered shut.
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral good
Appearance: Zlata has an entirely silver body all but for the tips of her ears and paws which are dark ebony. She carries much of her father's traits in her appearance and might look even more like him if it wasn't for her eyes; looking into her eyes, you may mistake her for her beautiful mother for the light, silver depths of moonlight.
As an adult, Zlata stands at a tall and slender 36 inches high and 115 pounds. She walks with a swift grace that she may have developed from watching her mother, though her long limbs are covered in a thin layer of muscle. Her tongue carries a smooth and silky voice with no hint of an accent at all.
Personality:From two loving and caring parents was born a very calm and intelligent pup. Zlata asks many questions in her youth, and is extremely eager to learn from those more experienced than her. She is calm and respectful to all, not quite understanding in her innocence that there are those who will hurt others without question. She tries to see the good in everyone and believes in second chances.
As an adult, Zlata speaks her mind in respectful tones, but certainly does not keep to herself. This silver dame can still take the time to play around with others and know exactly when she needs to straighten up and be serious. She believes in fighting for what is right in every situation, and will put her entire self into a battle if needed. She can find a song in every part of her world and sing it in the most beautiful tones that Alacritis has ever heard.
Accessories: Dove feathers behind her left ear.
RP Sample:Daylight broke over Alacritis in a calm, and quiet manner. The birds were just beginning to sing their wake-up calls to the land, wildlife emerging from dens in every nook and cranny, and the wolves continued to snooze through the morning. All but one.
Her silver eyes blinked once more, after having a full night of restlessness.It had been a long and difficult night, sleeping nearby her family who had raised her and taught her everything she knew. Her brother had fallen ill the day before, and she could not allow herself to close her eyes in the case that he never opened his. They had grown up close, and even though they were only a little older than 8 seasons, she still felt that she had to watch over him.
Not long after her belly rumbled, Zlata got to her paws and exited the den, stretching her limbs out and yawning. She needed to eat something, but she would first speak to the healer. She nodded her silver head and sought out the small man who had cared for her brother the night before. Ebony auds swiveled towards the man's den, the sounds of his sleep reaching her ears softly.
She sighed and walked over to the mouth of his den. "Sienno? Sienno, it's me, Zlata."
Her voice rang clearly through the thin curtain of moss hanging over the opening, and she was satisfied with the sound of his waking. "Come in, dear."
She dipped her head and pushed her slim shoulders beneath the curtain, silver orbs adjusting themselves to the dim lighting. He was lying on a soft bed of moss and feathers, licking a paw and looking at her with green eyes. His dark brown fur was sticking up on one side as if he had just rolled off of it in his waking. He stopped grooming himself at her appearance, looking concerned.
"Zlata dear, have you slept at all? You look positively exhausted."
She smiled and shook her head at the small man. He could always read her so well.
"No, I haven't. My brother has been wheezing all night, and I could not allow myself to rest. It seems like the coughing has stopped though, if you wouldn't mind coming to take a look at him?" She asked him, worry printed plainly across her pretty features.
Sienno shook his head at the slender female, a sigh escaping his lips as he stood to his paws. "You really can't treat your body that way, Zlata. It needs rest. And your brother is not going to get any better with you worrying over him that way. You're a much better help to him wide awake then sleeping on your paws. You know that! I'll go take a look at him but you need to get some rest." Her mouth opened slightly to protest but he stopped her in her tracks. "And don't you go telling me otherwise because I'm sure Magnus would agree with me!"
Zlata closed her mouth and gave the healer a hard stare. He knew that she had a soft spot for her father. She followed him out of his den and into the nest of her family. She curled up close to her brother, their pelts touching while the man examined him.
"Go to sleep, dear." He whispered to her over the form of her sleeping littermate. "Don't worry, I'll watch over him." he assured her, just as the lids over her silver eyes fluttered shut.