08-09-2018, 05:37 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family:arial; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]War. Sanctuary. The only battles Stella had ever fought were the metaphorical kind, the fights that only went on in your head - mainly because she had been too lonely and on the move to settle down like her mother had. That was what was expected, wasn't it? Find another clouded leopard, do the devil's dance and pop out a litter of children you'd never see past their own childhood. After that, you let them go. Stella's kind had always been tough, and as rough as she believed herself to be, she was too weak to entertain the idea of making a family just to leave them into the unknown. Especially after seeing what could happen if you lived with those same relatives past being weaned. What had her mother been like? What could she have been like? What about her father, if she had ever gotten the chance to meet him? If everything had been different, would she even be here?
It was too early to decide if that was a good thing or not - not being here, that is. She knew few people, and was friends with far less. Stella was wonderfully capable of caring little about the ordeal, though. She'd done it her whole life.
It was mainly why she dallied outside of the main camp more often than not, seeking her own sanctuary in fields of flowers and the strange trees these animals payed little attention to. She loved stretching her muscles, keeping herself on her toes - the clouded leopard was oddly shaped but not in an unattractive way; everything was proportional, even if she did have an above-average version of everything: eyes, paws, teeth, even her tail!
"Ironic, considering the haven you speak of is called Sunhaven."
She'd gotten curious enough to approach the border, even when most joiners got stuck in mountains much like herself. Stella was a stoic-looking feline, eyes narrowed in the direction of - what even was that? She'd never encountered anything that looked like Chippedstone before. "My name's Stellamaris, and the camp's beyond the mountains. It's not hard to miss - a little beach town, colorful, next to the ocean. Will you be able to get there?"
It was too early to decide if that was a good thing or not - not being here, that is. She knew few people, and was friends with far less. Stella was wonderfully capable of caring little about the ordeal, though. She'd done it her whole life.
It was mainly why she dallied outside of the main camp more often than not, seeking her own sanctuary in fields of flowers and the strange trees these animals payed little attention to. She loved stretching her muscles, keeping herself on her toes - the clouded leopard was oddly shaped but not in an unattractive way; everything was proportional, even if she did have an above-average version of everything: eyes, paws, teeth, even her tail!
"Ironic, considering the haven you speak of is called Sunhaven."
She'd gotten curious enough to approach the border, even when most joiners got stuck in mountains much like herself. Stella was a stoic-looking feline, eyes narrowed in the direction of - what even was that? She'd never encountered anything that looked like Chippedstone before. "My name's Stellamaris, and the camp's beyond the mountains. It's not hard to miss - a little beach town, colorful, next to the ocean. Will you be able to get there?"