DAMIAN DIMERA
PSEUDO MELANISTIC LIGUAR - MALE - 18 MONTHS - TANGLEWOOD
Damian hadn't expected to be approached by anyone during this little excursion of his. If there was one thing he could credit the Tanglers with it was that they knew how to leave someone alone to settle in, a curteosy that was apparently now over. For a moment there was a flash of masked annoyance, but he was quick to let it roll off him. He'd agreed to this, after all., had come here willingly to be among them. He couldn't stay uninvolved forever, and it wasn't unreasonable that the members would get curious about him after a while. So when he heard the polite 'Hey there', he bit back any annoyed words he might have and turned to face the other, ready to finally begin the painful tasks of having to give a damn.
The other was a lion like him, only not exactly like himself, because Damian wasn't pure lion. While it was true that he had the size of one and even the mane that was the staple of the males among their species, his frame lacked that final touch of sheer bulk. To put it bluntly, he had the permenant appearence of a young adult with his thick, shorter main and his somewhat leaner appearence. This was due to the fact that his blood was mixed with jaguar, a fact that was betrayed by the very prominent spotting of his golden coat. The spots themselves were unusally bold and large due to his psuedo melanism, which gave him the appearence that his golden fur had an unnatural amount of spotting on it, making him too black for a normal gold furred jaguar.
As always it was Damians first instinct to asses the other for strengths and weaknesses, something he did with people weather he meant to or not. His entire life had been one dedicated to the elimination of enemies, and old habits died hard. Still, the impression others generally got of him wasn't openly hostile. If anything, first appearences left others with the impressions that he was distant, easily annoyed, and impatiant, which were definitely traits that were true to his personality. He'd been brought up to be independant and suspicious, to always have the upperhand and to never lose a fight, no matter how small it was. Things like pretending to care hadn't been on the agenda during his many lessons, and so he found it hard to do it now that he was trying to blend in out in the real world.
Still, he tried, though. Not with false smiles or jokes or anything like that, because none of that stood for anything that Damian was, but rather, he found he succeeded whenever he was able to maintain civility in general, and he strove to do that now when answering. "Um, no, we haven't. I'm Damian." he'd reply, offering a polite but tight lipped smile and nod of greeting. It was probably high time he got to know some of these people anyways, and while he wouldn't admit it he could probably thank Wormwood for initiating things.
"SPEECH
PSEUDO MELANISTIC LIGUAR - MALE - 18 MONTHS - TANGLEWOOD
Damian hadn't expected to be approached by anyone during this little excursion of his. If there was one thing he could credit the Tanglers with it was that they knew how to leave someone alone to settle in, a curteosy that was apparently now over. For a moment there was a flash of masked annoyance, but he was quick to let it roll off him. He'd agreed to this, after all., had come here willingly to be among them. He couldn't stay uninvolved forever, and it wasn't unreasonable that the members would get curious about him after a while. So when he heard the polite 'Hey there', he bit back any annoyed words he might have and turned to face the other, ready to finally begin the painful tasks of having to give a damn.
The other was a lion like him, only not exactly like himself, because Damian wasn't pure lion. While it was true that he had the size of one and even the mane that was the staple of the males among their species, his frame lacked that final touch of sheer bulk. To put it bluntly, he had the permenant appearence of a young adult with his thick, shorter main and his somewhat leaner appearence. This was due to the fact that his blood was mixed with jaguar, a fact that was betrayed by the very prominent spotting of his golden coat. The spots themselves were unusally bold and large due to his psuedo melanism, which gave him the appearence that his golden fur had an unnatural amount of spotting on it, making him too black for a normal gold furred jaguar.
As always it was Damians first instinct to asses the other for strengths and weaknesses, something he did with people weather he meant to or not. His entire life had been one dedicated to the elimination of enemies, and old habits died hard. Still, the impression others generally got of him wasn't openly hostile. If anything, first appearences left others with the impressions that he was distant, easily annoyed, and impatiant, which were definitely traits that were true to his personality. He'd been brought up to be independant and suspicious, to always have the upperhand and to never lose a fight, no matter how small it was. Things like pretending to care hadn't been on the agenda during his many lessons, and so he found it hard to do it now that he was trying to blend in out in the real world.
Still, he tried, though. Not with false smiles or jokes or anything like that, because none of that stood for anything that Damian was, but rather, he found he succeeded whenever he was able to maintain civility in general, and he strove to do that now when answering. "Um, no, we haven't. I'm Damian." he'd reply, offering a polite but tight lipped smile and nod of greeting. It was probably high time he got to know some of these people anyways, and while he wouldn't admit it he could probably thank Wormwood for initiating things.
"SPEECH
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