[Name] Minerva
[Gender] Female
[Age]Four years
[Personality] Down to earth, mentally recluse and sarcastic, Minerva only thinks about the good of others. Rarely will she drift into thoughts of the impossible, or her own desires when around company.
[Desired Rank]Healer
[History]With the progress in life comes the unfortunate event of losing old, faded, or unneeded memories. Minerva focuses too much on the present and future, thus casting away thoughts and fragments of her juvenile state and upbringing. However, she does and with grief, recall memories of her home.[Mate]None.[Siblings]Unknown..[Offspring]None.
[Ingame name/Forum username] Praelude
[Extra] Ivory Lion
[Roleplay Sample]
It was a cool clear night upon the area, but Artemis did not release the earth of Apollo's dry air. The winds strengthened themselves, rustling up dust, small twigs, and other tiny particles that lie in its wake. The little bundles were furiously rushed about in all directions, as if it was the untamed heard, and the wind the trying herders. The lands had seen better days, those days being a year ago. It was once a lush paradise, a sanctuary for all. Beasts of Africa that could reach it were rewarded for their efforts with bountiful food and tranquility among the species, with the exception of predators hunting. It was almost in the blink of an eye that the little plot of heaven on earth was destroyed. Ironically by what the land craved in greed, a storm. Such a storm brought forth the earth's wishes, but with a dire consequence.
No creature knew exactly how it began or ended. With the red and scarlet storms above the lands, a flash engulfed the rumbling clouds, soon followed by a crack that made the unexpected flee for shelter. Remaining eyes watched as a bolt rammed into the earth, shaking the ground around it. It was as if Zeus himself stuck the earth. The last any creature recorded of the incident was a blazing, hungry flame that took too quickly the life of the land, and those too weak or slow to escape the licking, sinister flames.
Now, it was a dry land like the rest, brought down the an earthly appearance to be mocked by others, mourned upon by the surviving. Vegetation that tried to claim the fertile soil would only suffer a fate of starvation. The earth, having no learned its lesson, held a heavy thirst for water, as miniature cracks in the ground parted themselves open, gaping, toothless jaws begging the heavens for a single drop. It was always a cycle in itself. The skies would grant the earth its greatest desire, quenching the rock's thirst from billowing, dark clouds that was laden with water. When the earth was soaked, it would remain dormant and content until another drought cursed the lands, setting the earth to again beg for the terribly missed liquids. But it was final, things would not change.
A lone individual also wished, not for water, but for change. This creature, a lone lioness gazed into the skies, a glint of hope and sadness swirling within the golden pool of her iris. They made an effort not to blink, but failed under the taunt of the wind. The eyes drifted towards the ground, her head following. Her body, average in size, leaned against a sorry excuse of a barren, dead tree. The faraway, dreamy look was evident upon her face, a soft sigh escaping in the form of a light mist from her jaws.
"It's.. always the same.." a quiet voice whispered. Laced between her words was a soft, complimenting French accent. Such a blessing she hoarded to herself, to her it was something that was unique in a world without difference. She manipulated it to her bidding, to speak instead of engaging in action, to sing when lonesome or stressed, to bellow when frustrated. The female felt a chill of pride travel down her spine, causing her to purr aloud. It's okay to gloat once in a while, only when alone she believed. No one should have the authority to boast about one's skills. How foolish of an act! As soon as the pride came, it retreated from its origins, like a waves retracting back into the ocean.
"If only," the female murmured to herself. She slowly rose upon her toned legs, stretching the limbs that have carried her through relentless miles of traveling. Her eyes darted around the barren area before she gave in to the urge of scratching herself. Such a private action must be done with precaution - how would others view her if they saw her carelessly scratching an itch? It would only pass an acceptable gesture from a male. For females, she always believed they were the true wielders of proper etiquette.
With manners established come a clear, untainted mind and a divergence of issues. She did however dismiss her own rules to groom herself. It could not be helped, could it? Besides, no one.. was around? She shook the contradictions in her mind, running her tongue across her coat of her forepaws. At least she could have some sense of cleanliness now. But time was thinning, and chances of her venturing through her once home under the moon was bleak. Using the memories of the tragedy that fell upon the desolate lands, the feline ambled from the shelter of the charred tree, one of the last reminders of what used to be.
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[Name] Minerva
[Gender] Female
[Age]Four years
[Personality] Down to earth, mentally recluse and sarcastic, Minerva only thinks about the good of others. Rarely will she drift into thoughts of the impossible, or her own desires when around company.
[Desired Rank]Healer
[History]With the progress in life comes the unfortunate event of losing old, faded, or unneeded memories. Minerva focuses too much on the present and future, thus casting away thoughts and fragments of her juvenile state and upbringing. However, she does and with grief, recall memories of her home.
[Mate]None.
[Siblings]Unknown..
[Offspring]None.
[Ingame name/Forum username]Praelude
[Extra] Ivory Lion
