pigeon - loner - fin

PIGEON ✻ LONER

name

Pigeon

reasoning

with accented, grey tabby fur and eyes of tarnished copper, it seemed only fitting to name her pigeon.

age

13 moons

gender

she-cat

alliance

she is free, and ever will be

rank

loner

physique

short description

strands of grey overlapping christened white, an ashen tabby with thin frame. angular muzzle and ears dance around pinched face with vibrant green eyes too big for sockets.

physical description

possessed. arachnid legs of the finest makings, bound in wiry muscles and frail skin. of wet ashes and reluctant ivory, gentle strokes curl along limbs. tail, a serpent, once pale but now of cinders, stripes of charcoal marring the soft hues of raincloud grey. a barred pendulum, coiled and at the ready. trace of tail leads up to spine, rolling gracefully like the turbulent waves that begin their never-ending embrace, the soft kiss of thin neck, the bulge of skull too big for frail frame. dancer's physique, legs bend gracefully with each step, a fox's stride, full of cunning and wit. fading of stripes, patterns of foreshadowing, lace thighs, losing their grip before regaining darkness at striped bosom. shadows of thin boughs, it ought to be, gracing flank and body, lines of charcoal, of varying strength, patterning the woman's body.  under the flourish and embroidering lies smoke, wisps of ash and turbulent grey, daring to reach face, legs and tail - before retreating. underbelly is stroked with the lightest of smoke, the peak where ivory lies beyond. white, with subtleness rubs along expanse of face, furtive. up to head, the skull seeming far too heavy for thin neck, eyes not quite nestled in sockets and a pinched face filled with humor. ears jut out from side, quite naked, but not so, a fine layer of white guards the pink skin. small, vixen-like nose, untainted pink, dots the pale sea of maw, whiskers furtive in their display. eyes - eyes like the sheen of iridescent green and bronze around a pigeon's neck, doubloons left at the sea's floor and left to tarnish. copper veins trace the rustic green in those eyes, which are such a wonder to behold. 

personality

positives

• witty
• swift
• optimistic
• full of humor
• protective

negatives

• distrustful
• suspicious
• a spitfire
• underestimater
• two-faced

the past

the history

shame. is there simply more to speak of? she lived a life of forgotten hopes and tragedy, burdens she must carry everyday. she was, however, originally this little spark. from the day she was born, her parents, Blue and Bird knew that she would need a pair of eyes upon her at all times. quite the player at strange games. with wit and a scorching tongue, she had trouble making friends, apart from her littermates, dancer and rat. she used to give her mother quite worried times with her strong talks about the controversy swirling throughout their small world, and learning to cuss from such a small age. curse words, she realized, were just an example of freedom and intensity. colorful words bunched in among her intensive vocabulary. every spoken word was laced with determination, and the girl had high hopes. but she should have known what was happening through her battlefield of a world. the day before the incident, her mother had gone on with pigeon, to show her eager eyes the splendor of the world outside of their meshed in forest. she liked the birds that flew among the outer branches, and so did her mother. a long sleep with the company of stars did her good, yet she woke up to chaos. dancer and rat were nowhere to be seen, and her father was out hunting. in pigeon's eyes, there was her mother, curled up, paws tightened around head and jerking, like some strange catatonic monster risen from the depths of lethargy. after what seemed like eons, the jerking and grunting stopped, and pigeon, with havoc playing with her heartbeat - well, she figured that the pain or whatever malady that had been causing her mother to engage in strange spasms - had passed. and so, when her father came with plump voles hanging, swinging like some furry pendulum in his mouth, she cowered. forgotten prey scattered on ground, and the whole world was nothing but her fathers same emerald eyes trained on her and his lifeless mate, and his choking sobs and mistaken accusations.  at that moment, pigeon truly wondered if one could die from a broken heart. and so, with a heavy conscience, she fled, grief and rage clouding her mind as she ran at full speed away from the only home she knew of.

about you

alias pigeon
timezone, state, and country UTC+4:00 Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates
other character n/a