07-11-2019, 05:43 PM
DAMIAN DIMERA
PSEUDO MELANISTIC LIGUAR - MALE - 18 MONTHS - TANGLEWOOD
It was hard to draw lines sometimes. After all, things were seldom as black and white as people likes to paint them out to be. In life there were a lot of gray areas, and sometimes the only thing you could do to get what you wanted was to compromise. Such was the situation Damian found himself in. To be clear, Damian had never been close to his family. His mother had raised him early on in life, and as much of a brutal bitch as she'd been she'd taught him to be strong and capable. There were very few that got the best of him, and those that did only inspired a rage to do better. His father he had met only recently, a figure that was both similar and different to his mother all at once. He wasn't sure how they'd even ended up together since both seemed to have such strikingly different ideals when it came to life. As extreme as his fathers methods were though, Damian could see the good intent behind them- hell, he could even see the logic in them. The plans weren't bad, but he had no reason to comply with someone he didn't know. So, why was he here then? Because plans had changed and deals had been struck, and now he was playing soldier for a man he hardly knew. A man who, despite being his father, wasn't all that much older than him due to his fathers soul having chose a younger, stronger body.
The details were nothing he was willing to get into though, not even in the safety of his own mind. There was no point in putting energy into something that was practically irrelevant anyways- he wouldn't even get his prize until he completed his work here, and it was a long road he was staring down. His mission was what could be considered 'deep cover', where he wouldn't be away for days or weeks, but likely months, maybe even years. However long it took. So there was no point planning for something that might not even come to fruition. All he could really do now was focus and get things done. So, there he sat on the Tanglewood borders, large paws covered in mud up to the knees. He probably looked even stranger now- when clean he had the deep gold coloring of a jaguar with the black striping of a tiger, only his stripes were much thicker and more prominent due to his psuedo melanism, giving him far more black in his coat than he should have, generally along the back and sides where the striping was. But now his lower half was covered in mud from the long trek inward through the swamps, and the part of him that should have been bright was now also smeared and flecks with dark mud. Once accepted he would be eager to get a bath in, and that moment couldn't come soon enough.
"SPEECH
PSEUDO MELANISTIC LIGUAR - MALE - 18 MONTHS - TANGLEWOOD
It was hard to draw lines sometimes. After all, things were seldom as black and white as people likes to paint them out to be. In life there were a lot of gray areas, and sometimes the only thing you could do to get what you wanted was to compromise. Such was the situation Damian found himself in. To be clear, Damian had never been close to his family. His mother had raised him early on in life, and as much of a brutal bitch as she'd been she'd taught him to be strong and capable. There were very few that got the best of him, and those that did only inspired a rage to do better. His father he had met only recently, a figure that was both similar and different to his mother all at once. He wasn't sure how they'd even ended up together since both seemed to have such strikingly different ideals when it came to life. As extreme as his fathers methods were though, Damian could see the good intent behind them- hell, he could even see the logic in them. The plans weren't bad, but he had no reason to comply with someone he didn't know. So, why was he here then? Because plans had changed and deals had been struck, and now he was playing soldier for a man he hardly knew. A man who, despite being his father, wasn't all that much older than him due to his fathers soul having chose a younger, stronger body.
The details were nothing he was willing to get into though, not even in the safety of his own mind. There was no point in putting energy into something that was practically irrelevant anyways- he wouldn't even get his prize until he completed his work here, and it was a long road he was staring down. His mission was what could be considered 'deep cover', where he wouldn't be away for days or weeks, but likely months, maybe even years. However long it took. So there was no point planning for something that might not even come to fruition. All he could really do now was focus and get things done. So, there he sat on the Tanglewood borders, large paws covered in mud up to the knees. He probably looked even stranger now- when clean he had the deep gold coloring of a jaguar with the black striping of a tiger, only his stripes were much thicker and more prominent due to his psuedo melanism, giving him far more black in his coat than he should have, generally along the back and sides where the striping was. But now his lower half was covered in mud from the long trek inward through the swamps, and the part of him that should have been bright was now also smeared and flecks with dark mud. Once accepted he would be eager to get a bath in, and that moment couldn't come soon enough.
"SPEECH
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