Post by hathor bast on Jul 15, 2011 23:42:55 GMT -8
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;] & & HATHOR BAST;; ♫ if i had a wish for every mistake there would be nothing left to take ♪ Breed Tiger (Golden tabby) Rank/Occupation Loner Tribe (if any) Gender Female Age Three ♫ your smile, my love could shake the tree leaves bare ♪ Fur Color Gold, with darker shades of the same color. Eye Color Gold Scars/Deformities None Appearance Hathor's coloring is rather rare to her breed. Her coat is a gold color with darker reddish brown stripes. White travels from her big paws and start to dissipate just below the shoulders in the front and just below her hocks in the back. Eyes are a bright gold is surrounded by heavy eyeliner. She is slender for her size, her paws a bit too big for her frame as she has not quite grown into them. Overall, her body is proportionate to her size and the breed. ♫ and only in the center can we begin to repair ♪ Preferences She prefers solidarity and would have rather never taken a mate. Hathor has no interested in lust or love. She also has no political stance whatsoever. Strengths She can easily categorize emotions and logically solve problems. Weaknesses The capability of compassion. Personality Hathor is a quite quiet and spends most of her time on her own. Acquaintances never know where she is, when she left and when she'll return. Her adventurous nature adds to the mysterious allure she seems to exude. She thinks nothing of being mysterious and doesn't understand when one calls her such. She's laid back and it often takes a whole lot to make her mad. But once you have, you better beware. She's a little spitfire and doesn't even think twice about making sure you get put into your place. Hathor rather not fight if she doesn't have to but when circumstances call for such, she's ready. Despite her temper, she's rather likable and others find her intriguing. She's a curious one and often after some kind of knowledge. Though there is one thing that is possibly the attraction, she gives off a sexual excitement. The way she moves her lithe frame has nothing to do with any sort of projection she may have wanted, it's just the way she moves. For Hathor is uninterested in anything dealing with love or lust. ♫ can we dream of the pyre of the bodies consumed there ♪ Family Ammon Bast (mate) Regrets Leaving Ammon, because now the hunt is on. Secret Ambitions History Hathor had always been a curious cub, always wandering off and always uninterested in anything to do with politics. Even if it was her own family politics. Most of her memories with her mother are filled with one-sided yelling. Which made her the "trouble child", even if she never really did anything inexcusable like killing one of their own. As she grew older, she became to realize why they guarded as such. She was the only one dressed in gold and she grew tiresome of the excitement others created over something as silly as the color of her coat. Hathor was suddenly the ultimate catch and all the males made it clear as to what they were after. But she had always been disinterested in anything to do with lust or love and so their efforts went unnoticed. Eventually, her parents realized she would never pick a mate for herself and arranged the occasion for her. Ammon Bast was a favorite of the other females, the dangerous type. Hathor had met him a few times and always found interacting with him a tedious task. He was rude and arrogant with quite the temper to boot. She proceeded with the arrangement and not even a month later had taken off, no where to be found. Now, of course, Ammon was enraged and refused to let her get away with leaving him and took off after her. Which only adds to her mysterious aura and the fact she never stays in one spot for too long. ♫ 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
