LAST CATAUR BABY AVAILABLE

Name: Senka
Description:
At 35" of height, the fae has grown into a dangerous beauty, lean and muscular from hunting prey alone. The embodiment of the stars themselves, the dame is cloaked from her topside in a barren gray tone masking a faint black underpelt. Below this cloak of darkness, lies a pearlescent white underfur, lush and soft from many hours of grooming herself. Inherited from her elegant mother, Cataleya, is a striking facial marking, white starry dots from her dark nose, weaving underneath her eyes, and ending at the base of her ears. Clear, hard, and intelligent purple eyes lay in their sockets, glistening like amethyst crystals. Her right ear has a tear at the top from an encounter with a bear, barely surviving without a wound. Her legs are dipped in a light gray, and are long and graceful, making up most of her height. She appears to be slim and fragile, but that is only a trick. She is a dangerous force to be reckoned with, lean and mean.

Personality:
Since her disappearance to an unknown place, Senka has become rather cold-hearted and even duller, not enjoying much fun anymore. It is unknown what her definition of fun and happiness is for the dame, as she rarely smiles anymore, and is serious about every action committed by another wolf. She is easily disgusted, as she only believes in being the best, not the worst, and strives to be better than every one else. The dame is tough and fierce in battle, and is not to be trifled with once angered, often breaking out into a flurry of cussing and anger. Senka does have a soft spot for her family, but only her family, and her mother, Cataleya, especially close to her. Before Senka disappeared for reasons that she will not speak of, Cat and Senka were as close as they could be, and Senka dreams of being able to live alongside her family once more, and to be truly happy and satisfied with life.

( Her theme song could be When Can I See You Again? by Owl City. )

RP Sample:
The river water crashed against the rocks, a nearby tree limb caught in the wake groaning under the strain of the current. At the sandbar, a figure stood, muted violet irises quietly observing the riverbank, searching for any movement beneath the waters. A flash of red gave sign of a catch, as the dame's active reflexes snapped into action as her jaws snapped closed on the prey. Her paws skimmed the ground as she retreated toward the dark, tangled forest, stopping on the outskirts of it, and depositing the salmon's body. She lay down on her haunches, then her front paws, the salmon lying in front of her. The dame's muted violet gaze was silenced as she closed her eyes and bit into the flesh of the fish.

Her teeth were well bloodied once she had finished, leaving the carcass of fish to rot on the sandbar, leaving it for the other animals to eat. Some other creature would have the opportunity to eat it, if they were starving. Next to the Rio Grande, there was no hunger. The dame could not help but to give a snicker. Hah. She then heard a rustle in the thickets of the Soulless Forest, her head snapping toward it as a wolf emerged from the bushes, smelling of a familiar wolf she knew. "Mother?!" The dame almost gaped at the sight of her mother, frozen in place. How? How is she here?