Post by Aylor on Jun 22, 2005 11:05:39 GMT -5
Aylor is a cat.
She is a female cat of maybe five pounds and possibly two years old. But maybe three. She can't count that well.
She has four legs, a body, a head and a tail, as cats do. Her great points of pride are her slightly mangy grey fur and the big chip in her right ear, which she got in a fight with another cat. She is also very fond of her whiskers and will spend ages cleaning them. She has yellow eyes and looks a bit cross-eyed.
Aylor's history is not a terribly long or interesting one. She is not very interested in it, herself, and she does not often talk about it. She was born to an alleycat in a litter or four, and does not know where her siblings went. She herself did not get along with her mother and left as soon as she figured she could take care of herself.
She has been on her own ever since, and she is the terror of little birds and mice, but gulls are too big for her. One day... one day maybe. She is a drifter, a wanderer, a beggar and, in the proper season, a slut. She has had two litters of her own, of three and of four kittens. The fathers both left before the kids were even born, and good riddance to bad rubbish. She brought the little brats up until she got tired of them, and then she left, herself.
She wandered into the Blood Realm purely by accident- the mouse she was pursuing at the time fled into the city. Aylor, born and bred in a city herself, plans to make it her home. For now.
She is a female cat of maybe five pounds and possibly two years old. But maybe three. She can't count that well.
She has four legs, a body, a head and a tail, as cats do. Her great points of pride are her slightly mangy grey fur and the big chip in her right ear, which she got in a fight with another cat. She is also very fond of her whiskers and will spend ages cleaning them. She has yellow eyes and looks a bit cross-eyed.
Aylor's history is not a terribly long or interesting one. She is not very interested in it, herself, and she does not often talk about it. She was born to an alleycat in a litter or four, and does not know where her siblings went. She herself did not get along with her mother and left as soon as she figured she could take care of herself.
She has been on her own ever since, and she is the terror of little birds and mice, but gulls are too big for her. One day... one day maybe. She is a drifter, a wanderer, a beggar and, in the proper season, a slut. She has had two litters of her own, of three and of four kittens. The fathers both left before the kids were even born, and good riddance to bad rubbish. She brought the little brats up until she got tired of them, and then she left, herself.
She wandered into the Blood Realm purely by accident- the mouse she was pursuing at the time fled into the city. Aylor, born and bred in a city herself, plans to make it her home. For now.