08-01-2019, 10:14 AM
DAMIAN DIMERA
PSEUDO MELANISTIC LIGUAR - MALE - 18 MONTHS - TANGLEWOOD
Patrols were a concept that Damian had taken to rather easily. He was a worker by nature, the kind of guy that was always training in his spare time and looking for something physical to challenge himself with, and patrolling borders wasn't a concept he was unfamiliar with. Where he'd been raised there had been pleanty of things like this to do, and he had to admit that it was a bit of a comfort to be able to do them now, to know that not every aspect from his old life had to be abandoned. Another thing he was familiar with was the concept of a Merchant. His mothers group had dealt with them often regarding wares and rare items that came from other parts of the land, and so when he approached the group and overheard what was being said, the liguar found his interest captivated.
The seller was a jaguar like himself, but fully melanistic rather than psuedo. Damian was still that golden bronze that most of his kind were, his spots were just bigger with more black, giving him a unique appearence of having less gold than most of his kind. His differences lay in the fact that he was only part jaguar. The other half of him was lion blood, a fact made prominent by the fact that he was much larger than he should have been, and sported a short, thick bronze mane. His gray eyes met the electric green of the other wildcat, and he offered a brief nod as he drew up alongside the other curious onlookers. "Do you have weapons?" he'd ask, his bored drawl broken by a note of curiosity and a brow raising expectantly as he waited for an answer.
Things had been easy but boring since arriving, and he was greatful for this momentary allowance of something new.
"SPEECH
PSEUDO MELANISTIC LIGUAR - MALE - 18 MONTHS - TANGLEWOOD
Patrols were a concept that Damian had taken to rather easily. He was a worker by nature, the kind of guy that was always training in his spare time and looking for something physical to challenge himself with, and patrolling borders wasn't a concept he was unfamiliar with. Where he'd been raised there had been pleanty of things like this to do, and he had to admit that it was a bit of a comfort to be able to do them now, to know that not every aspect from his old life had to be abandoned. Another thing he was familiar with was the concept of a Merchant. His mothers group had dealt with them often regarding wares and rare items that came from other parts of the land, and so when he approached the group and overheard what was being said, the liguar found his interest captivated.
The seller was a jaguar like himself, but fully melanistic rather than psuedo. Damian was still that golden bronze that most of his kind were, his spots were just bigger with more black, giving him a unique appearence of having less gold than most of his kind. His differences lay in the fact that he was only part jaguar. The other half of him was lion blood, a fact made prominent by the fact that he was much larger than he should have been, and sported a short, thick bronze mane. His gray eyes met the electric green of the other wildcat, and he offered a brief nod as he drew up alongside the other curious onlookers. "Do you have weapons?" he'd ask, his bored drawl broken by a note of curiosity and a brow raising expectantly as he waited for an answer.
Things had been easy but boring since arriving, and he was greatful for this momentary allowance of something new.
"SPEECH
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