Post by Anaran on May 24, 2009 17:00:15 GMT -5
Name:
Anaran
Age:
3 I'd say since she never really had an age.
No male like bitches that match up to'um
Breed:
Maned Lioness.
Appearance:
I picture can say a thousand words...
Rp example:
.got lazy.
Simply a humble vagabond living carelessly off the vast land of unlimited possibilities. Seeking nothing but to be indulged in pleasure, bitch would rather spend the day loungin about with close comrades. Sassed speech of a deceiving harlot was always present being gifted with eloquent wording, but halt! Adorned in a rather awkward hue large lioness sported a mane of a male? The only normal thing about her was yellow encrusted eyes burning evermore of a fixated hate of others thinking they were better than she. Upper standing dame ways held in pride being hard to 'beat down' emotionally, physically was another thing. Waging war was distasteful, preferring to spit more than bite though nonetheless poly tone could still hold ones own. Common it was for her breed to find a passion in raising young that were birth in whichever clan that held her. Agile and loving Anaran did have a reputation for being a 'big softy' at heart. The abnormality of the lioness could indeed prove to be a vital and powerful aspect to a worthy clique being the mother like angel she was.
Rank Preferred:
Matron Mama.
Why?:
She adores chillins and as you can see would be a large barrier if someone decided to snatch one up for a treat. Though Anaran prefers not to fight, it does not mean she can't rip someone a new one.