Damask Arei;; duke of elke

[damask arei]

i can hear the slumber of the thousand dead

[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/anlDy.png);background-attachment:fixed;] && DAMASK AREI;; ♫ if i had a wish for every mistake there would be nothing left to take ♪ Breed Snow Leopard Rank/Occupation Duke of Elke (second-born) Tribe n/a Gender Male Age 4 years ♫ your smile, my love could shake the tree leaves bare ♪ Fur Color Faded gold with dark black splashes. Eye Color Pale gray Scars/Deformities Scratches mark the length of his careless tail. Appearance Damask is a sturdy yet beautiful in a twisted way creature. Deep indigo dashes adorn his pretty bronze fur, and garish white streaks accentuate his coat. His belly and paw pads are creamy in hue, almost like mist from some hidden fairytale. In fact, his body is light and spry, lacking the bulging muscles and handsome mystique one typically associates with princes or male royalty in general. However, his eyes have hardened to the world, which is so rare for a royal feline in a court full of rich entertainment and highly expensive goods. Those eyes, those pale, lifeless eyes of monochrome, resemble iron in both their hardness and coldness. No matter what emotion he falls prey to, his eyes continue to be devoid of feeling. ♫ and only in the center can we begin to repair ♪ Preferences Damask much prefers the peace and solitude offered from the deepest quiet of the nights, after the lavish balls and celebrations that extend from morning to night, and during the soundless hums of an empty dawn. He likes to skirt the fringes of the city, and gaze into the Anane Forest. However, he does not care for the frivolous games and parties of the court, nor the snobby, arrogant attitudes of its residents. Strengths Damask has a lot of stamina and patience, as well as being able to veil his real emotions with fake feelings. Weaknesses However, he lacks speed and the responsibility expected of him. He also does not do well under severe pressure. Personality Damask is solitary, patient, gentle, and quietly stubborn. He enjoys staring out into the deep black of the forest, liking its quiet peace. He does this often, when the noise and bustle of the court gets to be too much. It comforts him to be by himself, his only company his thoughts. He is also rather patient for one who is tired of the court life. He fakes an excited grin each time he is dragged out to see yet another nameless wood carving or another noise-filled drama enacted. But through his patience and his careful rearrangement of his facial gestures, his eyes remain cold and hard. He is still gentle, despite the glare of his eyes. He sometimes strolls through the slave markets and exchanges sympathetic glances with the new stock, and occasionally dropping them a few tidbits – maybe food, or perhaps a little trinket to carry. He even scurries through the Ravage Circle, though he does not help the residents there; even he cannot stand the ever-pressing stench. Although his peers press him to act more like the royal duke he is, he stubbornly refuses to fully enjoy his status. He doesn't care that if not for his eldest sibling, he would be Prince. Nor does he care that he is not the most favored royal feline in the family. He also continues to wish to venture out of the gates of the city, despite the warnings of murderous creatures and death-rites. ♫ can we dream of the pyre of the bodies consumed there ♪ Family (will be filled out once the royal family positions are claimed) Regrets Damask regrets being born to a royal family. Secret Ambitions He wishes to escape the city and enter the Anane Forest. History Damask was always the stranger in the family, despite the strong blood ties. He just didn't seem like one of them, he being such a solitary and reluctant creature. Even as a child, he was bored with the high entertainment, and tired of the grand meals. Growing up, his friends were the trees and the pebbles, along with a few scraggly Ravage Circle cubs and kits. And he was always out exploring, be it the dangerous forests of the Elke Circle or the sizzling hot plains of the Kenke Circle. But he liked the danger; it was certainly a better alternative to the tedious life or a royal feline. But now that he had aged considerably, his family was pressing him to act more like the mature and responsible duke they had raised him to be. They were also discussing who was to be his future mate. For despite being the second oldest, he still had no duchess. But he dreaded his arranged mating ceremony, where he would be bonded to a feline he had no wish to wed. Yet instead of resisting, he decides to play along. His childhood dreams of escaping this forced life were now far in the past, or perhaps they were the reality. As he walked the familiar paths he took to flee the court for a few hours, he would be tormented with thoughts of whether to escape or not. His mind is a battlefield of choices, and he knows he must soon decide… ♫ it's a wind-torn world we live with the leaves of shattered glass and the sky with burnished blood and all the promises here are made to be broken ♪

i only wish they could dance the way you live