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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; borderwidth: 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; background:url(http://67.media.tumblr.com/a11…ine_mr8i0wuiPr1qz4rgp.png); background-position: center; background-size: 100% 100%;][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]It hurt. The pain searing through her head was awful, it felt like her head was being split open. Still, despite her limb's protests, she continued forward towards who knew where. She struggled with staggering steps, her vision growing hazy at the edges. A warm stream of blood flowed along the side of her face, uninhibited. She had to find someone. Even if they couldn't help her, she would be happy to die in someone's company than alone in the middle of nowhere.
With her growing panic, she couldn't think clearly, unable to remember what had happened. Why was she even here? She asked herself questions she didn't yet have the answers to. Irin took in deep breaths, her mouth going dry and her throat sore. A glance up towards the sky, she spotted the glitter of stars, glaring at her from the dark sky. Then she stopped abruptly. The strong scents hit her nose, unfamiliar to her yet still hopeful. Perhaps she had found one of those things people called a 'clan.'
She suddenly felt like turning around and dying in the middle of the secluded valley would be a better option. The thought of calling out to none in the middle of the night wasn't in the least bit appealing. She'd probably mess up, alienate herself from everyone from the moment she stumbled upon their border. She would say somethings stupid, maybe even come off as rude, her best attempts at being kind and generous towards others aside. Taking in a breath and puffing out her chest, she finally found it within herself to speak. "H-Hello? Any-anyone there...?" her voice was weak, a stutter intruding her speech, leaving her to only hope someone heard her.
//injuries: a gash on the top of her head, a large scratch just at the side of her neck, other minor scrapes
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As he spoke again, she realized that he didn't come to hurt her further but to help her. She nodded, putting trust in him for now, lowering herself down and allowing him to examine her wounds.
//thank you! i'll definitely come to you if i have any questions c:
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; borderwidth: 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; background:url(http://67.media.tumblr.com/a11…ine_mr8i0wuiPr1qz4rgp.png); background-position: center; background-size: 100% 100%;][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]Irin glanced up at the soft rustling from nearby, watching intently in case she would be in danger. She let out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding, relieved that they seemed to know each other. Surely he wouldn't try to hurt her, either. Dipping her head again, she let them do what they needed, bracing herself for the pain to come.
She hissed through gritted teeth at the small sting that began as he cleaned the wound. Her claws retracted, digging into the dirt, but she made no move to try and retaliate. She tried to stay still so she wouldn't mess up his work.
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//it's preferred if simple interaction threads have a plot to them, since it's easier to keep up muse.
they're open to everything but death, torture, and romance. their tags are below, if you'd like an idea of what they're like (i haven't done the personality section yet but-). if you're unsure, just ask!!
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you know it c;
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i'm pretty museless //cry
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; borderwidth: 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; background:url(http://67.media.tumblr.com/a11…ine_mr8i0wuiPr1qz4rgp.png); background-position: center; background-size: 100% 100%;][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]The wound on her head didn't hurt as much as it used to, but it still throbbed every now and then, and she had to be careful with it. It was ugly, the scratch a deep red and slightly swollen, slowly beginning the healing process. More than likely there would be a scar left over and the mere thought was terrifying. What would people think then? She was unattractive enough without it, her teeth protruding and a tuft of thick fur surrounding her neck. It wasn't a good look in her opinion.
Irin had been walking, absent-minded as she pondered. The tingling at her paws and legs caught her attention, then, blinking and glancing around. Now she was clearly far away from the Foundation, though she wasn't sure she could even call that place home. She really wasn't sure where home was, anyway.
Now more aware, she noticed the fuzzy feeling closing in, suddenly nauseous. It felt like bile was coming up her throat, she had to swallow to prevent it from coming up, her vision progressing into darkness. Her eyelids dropped, eyes falling closed as she passed out, hitting the ground hard.
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"A-ah! Um...I-I'm not a th-threat! I pro-promise, I'm...uh, I'm just a-a bit lo...lost," she struggled to get out, her voice wavering. She shuffled her paws, certain he thought she was some sort of lunatic or stupid, or just plain weird.
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PRONUNCIATION — 'err-en'
MEANING OF NAME —
ALIASES — none
AGE — 26 months
DATE OF BIRTH — November 8th, 2014
PLACE OF BIRTH —
ZODIAC SIGN — Scorpio
SPECIES — lion leopard hybrid
GENDER — female
SEXUALITY — demisexual, heteroflexible
CLAN & RANK —
HEIGHT — 20 in. [at shoulder]
WEIGHT — 52 Ibs.
EYE — rounded and slightly slanted, colored blue-green
FUR — tan-orange, fades to white at muzzle and stomach, leopard spots
BUILD — lithe, thin and short
VOICE — Suzuha Amane from Steins; Gate
TRAITS — a tuft of thick fur around her neck 'mane,'
PARENTS — Finnishwars [father, Honorguard, Bodyguard, General, Deputy [Windclan]
General, Clanlord, Prince, High Clanlord [The Exiles]
Officer, Lieutenant, Captain, Vice-Admiral, Admiral [The Rift]
Keeper, Sunguard, Silverblood [Sunclan]], Ymir [mother, leader of the skulls and deputy of the exiles]
SIBLINGS — Anduril [ex-vice leader in The Insignia/Boneclan]
CHILDREN — none
FRIENDS — none
ENEMIES — none
GENERATION — eleven
EDUCATION — was taught well despite their family's arguments and busy schedules
LITERACY — can read quite well; often reads famous poets or older books
LANGUAGES — can only speak English, learned a bit of Danish from her grandmother
DISORDERS — borderline personality disorder, social / general anxiety disorder, epilepsy
HABITS — night owl, paranoid everyone is trying to hurt her, sensitive to criticism, constantly apologizes, stutters when she speaks, bites at lips
POSITIVE —
NEUTRAL —
NEGATIVE —
FOUR TEMPERAMENTS — phlegmatic
ARCHETYPES — Caregiver, creative, visionary
COMPASSION — 7 / 10
EMPATHY — 9 / 10
CREATIVITY — 8 / 10
MENTAL FLEXIBILITY — 5 / 10
PASSION — 6 / 10
STAMINA — 7 / 10
PHYSICAL STRENGTH — 4 / 10
BATTLE SKILL — 5 / 10
AGILITY — 8 / 10
STRATEGY — 6 / 10
TEAMWORK — 6 / 10
strength.
intelligence.
wisdom.
dexterity.
constitution.
charisma.
reflexes.
willpower.
luck.
musical-rhythmic intelligence. 10/10
visual-spatial intelligence. 10/10
verbal-linguistic intelligence. 10/10
logical-mathematical intelligence. 10/10
bodily-kinesthetic intelligence. 10/10
interpersonal intelligence. 10/10
intrapersonal intelligence. 10/10
existential intelligence. 10/10
naturalistic intelligence. 10/10ce —[/b] 10/10
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sure!! she needs a little family around. who makes?
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; borderwidth: 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; background:url(http://images.8tracks.com/cove…m=jpg&fit=max&w=320&h=320); background-position: center; background-size: 100% 100%;][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]Irin relaxed slightly as she recognized that he wasn't going to try and hurt her, but she still kept a watchful eye on him. As he inquired where she had come from, she glanced away, thoughtful. Before setting out on her own and separating from her parents, she had lived a nomad's life, traveling whenever and wherever they saw fit. Really, she had no original home, and she wasn't sure if her parents were still in the same place when she had left or not.
"I...w-was a no-nomad, I-I'm ju-just looking for a...pl-place to settle dow-down," she replied, looking back and catching the towering wall in the distance, suddenly curious. She didn't ask, though, shifting her gaze so she was looking anywhere but directly at the canine. It dawned on her that she hadn't even introduced herself, or requested his name. "Um, I'm sorry, bu-but what is...your name? Wh-what's your n-name?" she shyly met his eyes and tipped her head to the side.
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She could relate to the forgotten memories. There were details that she could clearly remember, some that she'd rather forget about entirely, otherwise she had no recollection of her earlier days. A lot of her memories she wasn't even sure were true. She decided that maybe it was best to just wait and hope she remembered in due time. Lifting her gaze from her paws, she patted her head with her paw, almost forgetting about the injury at her head. "Well, um...yes, I'm ju-just fine now. I don't...really kn-know where it ca-came from,"
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Taken aback by his next words, she stared back at him with a dazed expression, this kindness something she wasn't used to. "You'd...l-like me to st-stay? Are you, um, are y-you sure?" she questioned, hoping he wasn't just saying it now and would later grow tired of her later. "If you'd, well, l-like me too, th-then I have no ob-objections,"
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Climbing to her paws, she staggered a bit but kept her footing. Her legs felt like jelly, unstable, as she looked back towards Krieger, ready to-albeit reluctantly-follow. There wasn't many other options, so she just decided to go along.
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With her growing panic, she couldn't think clearly, unable to remember what had happened. Why was she even here? She asked herself questions she didn't yet have the answers to. Irin took in deep breaths, her mouth going dry and her throat sore. A glance up towards the sky, she spotted the glitter of stars, glaring at her from the dark sky. Then she stopped abruptly. The strong scents hit her nose, unfamiliar to her yet still hopeful. Perhaps she had found one of those things people called a 'clan.'
She suddenly felt like turning around and dying in the middle of the secluded valley would be a better option. The thought of calling out to none in the middle of the night wasn't in the least bit appealing. She'd probably mess up, alienate herself from everyone from the moment she stumbled upon their border. She would say somethings stupid, maybe even come off as rude, her best attempts at being kind and generous towards others aside. Taking in a breath and puffing out her chest, she finally found it within herself to speak. "H-Hello? Any-anyone there...?" her voice was weak, a stutter intruding her speech, leaving her to only hope someone heard her.
//injuries: a gash on the top of her head, a large scratch just at the side of her neck, other minor scrapes
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Her features scrunched up in alarm at the look on the other's face, quickly reaching up and swiping the blood away, only smearing it across her face and staining it on her fur. She took in a shaky breath, one that chilled her throat and ribs, then spoke in a weak voice. "I-It's okay...don't cr-cry. I just need s-some, um, he-help," she clearly wasn't very skilled at comforting the nerves of others.
The wounds throbbed painfully, bringing an uncomfortable expression to her face, but she managed to give a small smile. Drops of crimson ran down along her shoulder and fell down towards the grass.
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