Post by baylie on Jul 2, 2012 0:49:11 GMT -5
Just Me
Name:
Adan
Pronunciation:
[Aye-Dan]
[Aye-dee] (nickname)
Nickname(s):
Addy
Gender:
Female
Age:
3 years of age precisely.
Breed:
Jaguar
Pride:
Hodari Jaguars pack
Who i am
Description:
Adan is built much like a normal jaguar though a bit large weighing at 36 kilograms and running a long length of 1.69m, she can't explain why shes of a larger build but it doesn't seem to matter as her paws are still as quiet as the jaguar and hiding in trees isn't much affected by her size. Her glossy coat has multiple tiny bald sections where scar tissue is prevailant, typically on her rump with a few scattering here and there. On her back right leg she is missing two of her claws and thus has a little bit of problem with climbing but with pure determination, she is able to climb up still but nowhere as fast as some of the younger ones with their claws intact. Mostly, she resembles a lot of wear and tear of a more mature jaguar and coupled with her eyes that are a harvest gold, dulled by years of neglect give her a dangerous mature jaguar affect while she is nothing but a gentle cuddle loving big cat.
Life Left Behind:
Adan's long journey cannot be told unless we go to the beginning, where life was created.
And destroyed.
The large male entered the den, the scent of the large flowers throughout the jungle dimmed down considerably but not totally gone, giving the large den a more comforting and warm feeling to it. The floor was layered with fur, and was layered with more as the large male dropped a large mass of it, recently cleaned in the nearby creek of blood and scent, now dried in the sun was fluffy and soft as velvet. Within the mass of it was the slightly smaller but much plumper figure of his mate whom was currently in labor, with the practiced silence of the jaguar he approached and nuzzled her quietly, seeking to give her as much comfort as possible as the contractions one after another filled her conscious mind with pain beyond comprehension. He rubbed his head against hers, and swished his tail against her, his baritone purring filling the den, muffling her panting and grunting until the screeching of the first cub echoed in the den, quickly cleaned by him and his mate he picked his baby girl up and placed her by the teats now sticking out of his mate's abdomen. Pride filled his chest as the little thing, so tiny it was hard to imagine growing into a large predator open it's little mouth and growl satisfyingly before suckling. Soon the four others of the unusual brood were all born, cleaned and lined together. The male at this point had laid down opposite of his beautiful mate heather and continued to purr, their bodies creating a sort of barrier so the little ones could not lose their way.
He remained at her side always, unless something was needed outside the den he was there, giving comfort to her, happier then he had ever been in his life.
But all good thing's must come to an end.
It was when their eyes were just beginning to open, they had already started migrating all over the den, with movements only described as swimming which worked their muscles and tuned them for playing, which would in turn ready them for hunting. This, was when the end of their serene lives began. A group of poachers was doing a sweep through the area, selling their fur to the locals for rugs, blankets and clothing in return for money. When they happened upon the den by chance, they worked quickly, killing him and his mate in two clean shots to get the best possible pelt without wrecking it. They were skinned, and their carcasses left behind to rot, and the kits taken. The runt, died from pure stress as they were shipped from south america all the way to the united states, while another died from malaria. Adan and her final sibling were separated, one going off for a travelling circus, while she the largest of the litter was taken home by a Irish man, with a hot temper that was unleashed when he drank and got drunk which was nearly every night. Every scar occurred in her young first years, when she was too small to do anything but cower. All she was was a item to show off to his friends and was only to be seen but not heard. Her physical being suffered poorly, scars littering her rear end by the time she reached the age of two where she had finally had well enough and killed the bastard when she finally lost her patience and temper. After killing him she escaped into the streets, and eventually made her way into the woods and coming to this place, where she is finally;
Free.
My Understanding:
Adan is quite a big stocky female, for a jaguar race that is. Most would say with her developmental life, and her size she would be a bully, a cruel individual enjoying the suffering of others when in reality all she is a giant large teddy bear. She loves cubs, playing with them and watching them grow up is a favorite past time of hers, and she want's to have some of her own some day. She lives for the moment, not dwelling on her past because she figures, what would be the point? She didn't want to become bitter like that monster who had been drowning away his sorrows of failure in that tainted water. No, she wanted to learn from it and become something better, something that would make her parents where ever they went when cats die, proud of her because after all that she was able to raise herself above the sadness and cruelty of her world and flourish.
Likes: cuddling, physical contact of the soothing kind, fresh meat and the silence of nature as well as cubs.
Dislikes: Loud noises, rough physical contact, fighting/arguing, death.
Other:
Because of her upbringing in an Irish household, she does have an Irish accent believe it or not. It does seem odd but there you have it, because when she was little and learning English, and the brogue that came out of that drunk's mouth was the only surce she had to learn to speak.
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