Post by Echo-Doodle on Sept 6, 2014 15:11:52 GMT -6
Name: Quentin
Age: 1 year
Gender: Tom
Breed: Lykoi
Genetics: o/BB/Dd/dmdm/ii/ss/CC/ww/aa/McMc/LL/mkmk
Size: Small & Lanky
Eye color: Gold/Amber
Coat color: Black
Coat length:Short
Markings: None
Distinct features: Balding spots around the face and paws
Personality: Quentin is cold and mysterious. His past hardened him into the cruel creature he is today. He is quite standoffish and does not particularly like company. He feels a personal vendetta against felines for what they did to his mother.
History: He was born to a beautiful queen on a stormy night tucked into a hollowed out log. She had a luxurious and silky black coat. Unfortunately he did not follow suit. His coat came in patchy and thin to the point that he looked gray rather than black. To anyone else besides his loving mother he looked like an abomination. In his mother's eyes, Quentin was as precious as any kitten. For most of his kittenhood, Quentin lived in a veritable paradise.
He was as happy as he could be living with just his mother. It also meant he got all the attention he craved. Until one day a small group of rogue toms came across the duo. His mother was smaller than average for a feline and Quentin was not much more than a ball of fluff. The tom's pestered his mother and scorned her for having brought an abomination like Quentin into this world.
They were a superstitious bunch and felt that the tornado was caused by Quentin's birth. Being so small, he cowered away from the males and happened to fall in to a rabbit hole in the ground. A space that no grown cat could get in to. From his hideaway, Quentin heard his mother scream and shriek as she was torn apart as sacrifice to make up for the natural disaster. His fuzzy auds stung with the harshness of the tom cat's voices.
He listened in horror as the lead cat viciously snickered 'You're getting what you deserve.' This made Quentin feel that it was all his fault that his mother was slaughtered. He looked himself over and realized just how much he looked like a monster. "Well if it's a monster they want it's a monster they will get." His body stiffened with an anger you could not possibly understand.
Once the males had gone, Quentin emerged from his hiding place and padded over to his bloody mother. "Oh mother, what have I done?" He bent his nose down into his mother still warm chest and bid her farewell. He turned away from her body and vowed to avenge her memory.
Age: 1 year
Gender: Tom
Breed: Lykoi
Genetics: o/BB/Dd/dmdm/ii/ss/CC/ww/aa/McMc/LL/mkmk
Size: Small & Lanky
Eye color: Gold/Amber
Coat color: Black
Coat length:Short
Markings: None
Distinct features: Balding spots around the face and paws
Personality: Quentin is cold and mysterious. His past hardened him into the cruel creature he is today. He is quite standoffish and does not particularly like company. He feels a personal vendetta against felines for what they did to his mother.
History: He was born to a beautiful queen on a stormy night tucked into a hollowed out log. She had a luxurious and silky black coat. Unfortunately he did not follow suit. His coat came in patchy and thin to the point that he looked gray rather than black. To anyone else besides his loving mother he looked like an abomination. In his mother's eyes, Quentin was as precious as any kitten. For most of his kittenhood, Quentin lived in a veritable paradise.
He was as happy as he could be living with just his mother. It also meant he got all the attention he craved. Until one day a small group of rogue toms came across the duo. His mother was smaller than average for a feline and Quentin was not much more than a ball of fluff. The tom's pestered his mother and scorned her for having brought an abomination like Quentin into this world.
They were a superstitious bunch and felt that the tornado was caused by Quentin's birth. Being so small, he cowered away from the males and happened to fall in to a rabbit hole in the ground. A space that no grown cat could get in to. From his hideaway, Quentin heard his mother scream and shriek as she was torn apart as sacrifice to make up for the natural disaster. His fuzzy auds stung with the harshness of the tom cat's voices.
He listened in horror as the lead cat viciously snickered 'You're getting what you deserve.' This made Quentin feel that it was all his fault that his mother was slaughtered. He looked himself over and realized just how much he looked like a monster. "Well if it's a monster they want it's a monster they will get." His body stiffened with an anger you could not possibly understand.
Once the males had gone, Quentin emerged from his hiding place and padded over to his bloody mother. "Oh mother, what have I done?" He bent his nose down into his mother still warm chest and bid her farewell. He turned away from her body and vowed to avenge her memory.
