Posts by Harliquine Patricius

How many boxes?; Three
Background[color, image, transparent]; Hot Pink
Border[color and thickness]; black, 3pt
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Title(s)[opt.]; Harliquine Patricius
Text Color; black
Text Font; any
Other; can you do lyrics as well? If so, We live in a cold dark world with venom in it's fangs.
You can spit it in my face but I know I'll be ok
It's on the attack. It's a war, It's a game.
A ball and chain chew my arm off to get away
Don't fight, or it deny it, invite it cause when it ..
Feels like a kick in the teeth, I can take it.

As it says, I need art for my cub. She is a runt snow leopard cub. She has violet eyes and very pale fur. Please show me an example of your type of drawing/art before you start.

Harliquine tilted her head. She hasn't expected to be noticed. She was the runt after all, but something made her stumble closer to the male. Her father. Tiny pawscarried the runt to her father. She looked up, bold and fearless. Her ears flattened, but only because she was still learning to control them.

"Harliquine," she mews softly and she sits. Her eyes seeming to glow, a bright violet. "Juno isn't here," she mews one last time. Her tiny body crouching to the ground. Her pelt dull and pale. The young cub looked at her mother and brother.

Harliquine hobbled after the group. Looking back at her mother. Eyes calm. She wasn't weak, just small. She wanted to prove that to them all. She would.

Harliquine, the runt daughter of Aaron, entered this new place. She was tiny, frail looking, and yet, she had power in her step. The three month old stalked forward and sat on the deck. "Its warm here."

The three moon old stumbled forward and fell on the deck. Her paws sore, but she jumped up and actred like it hadn'thappened. She knew no one wanted her here. Her mother had treated her normal. She wanted to prove her worth. She wwasn't just a runt.

Harliquine, being a runt, was impressed by the tiger. "Hello, I'm.." Before she could introduce herself to the tigress, her half-brother butted in. Her ears went flat and she lashed her tail. "Yeah. I am."

The female relaxed, her fear gone now that he was acting nicer. "Its always cold and the ground is covered with snow." She replies calmly. Looking over at him fully now.
(Ah! Don't hate her! She is just defensive because she is a runt. O.o)

Harliquine shrugged ruffle, knowing that it didn't matter. She didn't matter. She never would. So, she had no real reason to tell her anything. Other than this was her birth sibling. "Fine I guess. I don't think the fluffy older brother here likes me," she admits with a shrug, but her face remained cold, like stone. Her violet eyes, like their fathers, were bright and dull all at once. "Then again, who likes the pathetic runt, right? After all, that's all I am to everyone. The runt. Tiny, frail, helpless, and pathetic. Its all anyone says. Even those that don't say it, think it. Its... Eh.. I'm fine. I'm doing grand!" She replies. Her voice never changing from the velvety and yet oddly solom tone.

Looking back at the tigress, she blinks. Tigers were huge weren't they. Oh well. Probably just another member to despise the runt of the litters.

Harliquine slunk over, but stopped a few feet away. She knew better than to think she would ever be welcomed. Ever. It was nature. Runts where despised, abandoned, or killed. She was lucky to be alive and she accepted her fate. The hated cub. The unwanted cub. Heck, her father hadn't seemed to want her to come here ether. Why had she bothered?

Harliquine had found a little hole in the wall, okay, it was an air conditioning duct, but eh. She heard voices and the runt popped out. Looking at the three before realizing that it was her siblings and the tigress. She withdrew into her dark duct and sighed. Maybe they hadn't noticed her and she could remain unloved in peace.

This, oh this, made the cub laugh. "Self pity? No dear. I would rather the truth be known and live my life in peace. Tell me. Can a runt be expected to live long? Much less be important? How many runts do you see about? I look like a four month old house cat.Not a snow leopard. No, iI like me. But no one else does. So, why fight it. Hmm..?" She asks calmly, turning her gaze to the male. Her eyes meeting his.

"Don't think me weak, or sensitive. I'm nether. I walked her on my own, I chose this life. I'm no fool nor do I pity myself. The gods felt the cards and I'm playing them," she adds with a dull laugh.

This caught her ear. "Prosa," she mutters calmly. Of course, the nickname echoed of the metal walls. She secretly had a nickname for all her siblings. Prosa was the one for this sibling.

Hearing a nickname, she blinks in surprise. Her sibling was here, and standing up for her. Weird. "Prosa I can handle him. He is all bark anyways. I respect that," she replies wit a shrug. After all, she would hate to seem weak.

Harliquine was in her duct again. She was so patheticly small, she fit with ease. Hell! She would probably fit in here as an adult. She would, but only her rper new that. So, today she was using the ducts to travel through the ship. Until a loose grate scent her toppling into the room of Cynthia. She landed on the bed, lucky enough, and let out a surprised umpf. She lay on her back there, motionless but alive. She just needed a moment. She had no idea where she was at, or that eyes were already on her.

She was a head sticking out of the darkness that was her duct. Ears flicking to her brothers voice. No, her nickname for him was less mean. Not that she knew is thoughts or that he knew hers. She secretly called him Cla. Simple, but it meant something to her.

Looking right at him, she smirks. "Call it what you will Cla. I pitty no one. Not even me. The gods deal a hand, you take it with stride. Depressing as it may seem. Its called life," she retorts. "Or did you grow up sheltered?" She adds sharply.

Seeing this, she slipped over wordlessly. Sinking into a crouch next to the pink female. She was unsure of the cats intentions, and being much smaller than most, she felt nervous. Although it didn't show.