09-04-2019, 02:56 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Over the couple of years that she had occupied her current chocolate colored feline form, she had become used to the fact that this new body was actually in fact, male. At least biologically. Still, despite the fact that she was used to it, she still sometimes forgot about it. She couldn't hear the sound of her own unusually deep voice, and she sometimes didn't realize how much bigger she was compared to some other felines, as well as her older small white feline form. She had just become so used to it that everything melded to the way that it used to be in her head, but sometimes she was reminded starkly of just how male she came across now. Today she had been carrying in several different pieces of prey she had gone and caught, and when she had dropped them off in her own little stockpile, an NPC had approached her and said "thank you for your hunting, sir", before walking away. She had been so caught off guard that she hadn't had a chance to correct him before he was already gone, and she was just left opening and closing her mouth.
However, that wasn't the only incident that happened that day. She had been in the nursery type part of their mountain home, and she had been taking care of and occupying some of the children while their parents got a break. She had been laughing jovially, batting moss balls back and forth and teaching them rudimentary fighting moves, when one of the mothers came over and commented how nice it was for him to help out, especially since most guys wouldn't have bothered spending their time with a bunch of the children. Nine had sputtered a bit, but ultimately hadn't ended up correcting the female, instead just turning back to her task and ignoring the bit of embarrassed heat that burned beneath her thick fur. She wasn't sure why it always caught her so off guard every time it happened, but it always managed to be so out of the blue to her, despite the fact that her body led to it quite a lot.
Finally, a last mistake was made when she had been out sunbathing, napping happily and just listening to the last chirps of summer as she did so. Eventually an NPC came over, asking if "he could come and help move something, just for a moment", before she could return to her napping place. Yet again she hadn't corrected the assumption, just getting up to her paws and moving over to help move a piece of furniture in their little home. In the back of her mind she considered correcting the NPC several times, but ultimately decided against it, just sheepishly finishing the task before returning to her resting place to relax.
Now it was several hours later, and she was laying out on one of the little stone outcroppings of the mountain near the main camp area, watching as the sun set on the horizon. She felt like she was stuck in her own head as she laid there, unable to truly appreciate the beautiful colors that filled the sky because of the fact that she was questioning many things. Why was it that she never felt the need to correct people when they thought she was male? Initially she had just thought that it was because she was too polite to make them feel bad, but that honestly wasn't true. There were plenty of times where she was very straightforward either someone, and just told them they were wrong. And sure, she was polite, but that didn't mean she was frozen at the thought of being slightly rude unintentionally. Then she thought that perhaps it was just because it was a bit too much of a hassle to tell everyone she came across she was female, but that didn't really track either. Word traveled fast enough around Elysium that soon enough everyone would get the message, so it would probably actually be beneficial for her to tell someone they were wrong. And yet still, she found that she didn't have a burning desire to tell anybody.
Feeling an odd sort of crawling uncomfortable wave pass through her fluffy body, she rested her head against the stone beneath her and sighed heavily, wondering what was wrong with her. She felt comfortable in pretty much every other aspect of her life right now, so why was this different? An unhappy little noise left her muzzle, her eyes falling shut briefly as her tail lashed behind her, betraying her true troubled mood despite her calm body language saying otherwise.
However, that wasn't the only incident that happened that day. She had been in the nursery type part of their mountain home, and she had been taking care of and occupying some of the children while their parents got a break. She had been laughing jovially, batting moss balls back and forth and teaching them rudimentary fighting moves, when one of the mothers came over and commented how nice it was for him to help out, especially since most guys wouldn't have bothered spending their time with a bunch of the children. Nine had sputtered a bit, but ultimately hadn't ended up correcting the female, instead just turning back to her task and ignoring the bit of embarrassed heat that burned beneath her thick fur. She wasn't sure why it always caught her so off guard every time it happened, but it always managed to be so out of the blue to her, despite the fact that her body led to it quite a lot.
Finally, a last mistake was made when she had been out sunbathing, napping happily and just listening to the last chirps of summer as she did so. Eventually an NPC came over, asking if "he could come and help move something, just for a moment", before she could return to her napping place. Yet again she hadn't corrected the assumption, just getting up to her paws and moving over to help move a piece of furniture in their little home. In the back of her mind she considered correcting the NPC several times, but ultimately decided against it, just sheepishly finishing the task before returning to her resting place to relax.
Now it was several hours later, and she was laying out on one of the little stone outcroppings of the mountain near the main camp area, watching as the sun set on the horizon. She felt like she was stuck in her own head as she laid there, unable to truly appreciate the beautiful colors that filled the sky because of the fact that she was questioning many things. Why was it that she never felt the need to correct people when they thought she was male? Initially she had just thought that it was because she was too polite to make them feel bad, but that honestly wasn't true. There were plenty of times where she was very straightforward either someone, and just told them they were wrong. And sure, she was polite, but that didn't mean she was frozen at the thought of being slightly rude unintentionally. Then she thought that perhaps it was just because it was a bit too much of a hassle to tell everyone she came across she was female, but that didn't really track either. Word traveled fast enough around Elysium that soon enough everyone would get the message, so it would probably actually be beneficial for her to tell someone they were wrong. And yet still, she found that she didn't have a burning desire to tell anybody.
Feeling an odd sort of crawling uncomfortable wave pass through her fluffy body, she rested her head against the stone beneath her and sighed heavily, wondering what was wrong with her. She felt comfortable in pretty much every other aspect of her life right now, so why was this different? An unhappy little noise left her muzzle, her eyes falling shut briefly as her tail lashed behind her, betraying her true troubled mood despite her calm body language saying otherwise.
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[/td][td][div style="margin-top: -6px; margin-left: 5px; height: 75px; width: 250px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px;"]NUMBER NINE is a MALE JAGUAR with HE/HIM pronouns. he is a WARRIOR of PALMCLAN and is 52 months old. he is a BOUNTY HUNTER and is married to LEWIS. he has NO POWERS but is HIGHLY TRAINED. he is physically HARD and mentally MEDIUM. attack in #a97579. played by STILLY.[/td][/tr][/table]
