Post by Kai on Jul 10, 2007 17:09:00 GMT -5
Name: Yoki
Gender: Female
Age: 6 years
Species: Eurasian Lynx
Personality: Sarcastic and slightly moody, Yoki is a cat and proud of it. She loves to annoy wolves, epically since most are use to her smaller cousins, the Canadian Lynxes. Yoki is not exactly a loner, for she dose enjoy a good conversation every now and then but the lynx lives alone. And that suits her quite fine. Yoki likes to test the limit of everything, and has little trouble taking down a full grown deer because of this. Sometimes her ego gets a bit bruised, but after sulking for a day or so Yoki is back on the scene as if nothing had happen. One thing you will probably never live to see is for Yoki to loose her cool. She can be angered, but never to the point that her judgment is clouded. Most likely, you will probably never know her personal feelings. Yoki dose not like to discuss them, and will readily claw anyone who is getting too nosey.
History: Like her species implies, Yoki is not from around here. She actually hails from Britain, and is quite proud of that. But quite a bit of her life occurred there, so that is where I shall start. Yoki was one of three lynx kittens, born to her mother Sun. Her name means rain, and Yoki received it because a short storm occurred while she was being born. Rye, her sister looked very much like her mother. Yoki’s coat was the brightest, and Ash the only male had a rather dark coat. All three kittens never knew who there father was, for he had left them long ago. But this is traditional, so the cubs thought little of it. They focused more on how far they could get away from the den or how to catch a bird that had wandered too close to her young claws.
Of course, childhood couldn’t go on forever. As all animals do, the siblings grew older and bigger with each setting and rising sun. Soon Yoki was taller than her own mother, and now hunted alongside her with her siblings close by. Yoki liked to compete with her brother in hunting contests. Usually it was who could kill the biggest roe deer. Rye stayed out of these things, afraid she would get hurt by a stag’s horns. Sun could only shrug and hoped that her children would mellow out a bit. They didn’t. But soon they were no longer her problem. At the age of two, they were adults and had to set out to claim a hunting territory of there own. Yoki traveled south, wanting to escape the harsher grips of winter. She took over an older piece of land, one where the old lynx had died off or left long ago. Unfortunately, Yoki was barely able to enjoy being on her own for less than a year.
Despite fleeing southward, winter still cam this one harsh. Rabbits were no were to be found, the birds had left, and deer had followed them. The reindeer were her salvation, for the creatures had not yet left. Still her meals were spaced apart farther than she would like. So when the cat came on a dead rabbit, she had little trouble in deciding wither to eat it or not. It was fresh killed, something she was thankful for because lynx refuse to eat carrion most of the time. But what had caused the rabbit’s death, she did not know. Blood flowed from the side, but what had made such an odd hole? And just like Yoki did not know what had killed the rabbit, she did not know that someone was closer than she would have liked. Lynxes had always been prized for there fur, especially when they have a bright gold base. Just as Yoki found a strange rock like thing in her meal, she felt something sting her side. As she turned to look, the world became blurry. She felt herself falling down and hitting the snow, but she couldn’t stop it. The last thing Yoki remembers was her ears catching the sound of something coming closer, and chittering loudly.
Yoki woke up, in a cage set on a ship headed for the land across the sea. She wasn’t alone; many other lynxes had been caught including her sister and mother. Perhaps Ash’s dark coat had saved him from the hunters. The trip lasted for a long time, but without the sun Yoki never knew how long she had spent in the boat. But luck visits everyone, at one time or another. It also leaves us to fend against the world at times. The winter might have been luckless for Yoki, but when she was carried out of the boat that was a different matter. Cages were tossed out carelessly, and Yoki was lucky enough to be in the oldest, most rusted one. Hinges creaked as she pushed out the door. She ran for the forest, sprinting as quickly as the wind. What happened to her family, Yoki never knew. But lynxes live alone, and the world was harsh. She traveled north for quite a while, trying to find a forest like her old one.
Physical Appearance: Standing up, Yoki is as tall as the average wolf, and her thick fur often makes her appear a bit larger than that. Her green-gold eyes stand out from her light gold pelt, probably because they are surrounded by a brim of white. A black line extends from her tear duct, bordering the top of her eyes. This line then goes downward, all the way through the fluff on either side of her face. Spots cover her body, although they vary in size depending on where they are located. Ones on the top of her forehead and the bottom of her legs are smaller than the rest. Yoki’s paws and white underbelly lack spots completely. Like all lynxes her tail is short, and has a black cap on a third of it. She also has black ear tuffs on each ear.
Territory: Emerlad Forest
Gender: Female
Age: 6 years
Species: Eurasian Lynx
Personality: Sarcastic and slightly moody, Yoki is a cat and proud of it. She loves to annoy wolves, epically since most are use to her smaller cousins, the Canadian Lynxes. Yoki is not exactly a loner, for she dose enjoy a good conversation every now and then but the lynx lives alone. And that suits her quite fine. Yoki likes to test the limit of everything, and has little trouble taking down a full grown deer because of this. Sometimes her ego gets a bit bruised, but after sulking for a day or so Yoki is back on the scene as if nothing had happen. One thing you will probably never live to see is for Yoki to loose her cool. She can be angered, but never to the point that her judgment is clouded. Most likely, you will probably never know her personal feelings. Yoki dose not like to discuss them, and will readily claw anyone who is getting too nosey.
History: Like her species implies, Yoki is not from around here. She actually hails from Britain, and is quite proud of that. But quite a bit of her life occurred there, so that is where I shall start. Yoki was one of three lynx kittens, born to her mother Sun. Her name means rain, and Yoki received it because a short storm occurred while she was being born. Rye, her sister looked very much like her mother. Yoki’s coat was the brightest, and Ash the only male had a rather dark coat. All three kittens never knew who there father was, for he had left them long ago. But this is traditional, so the cubs thought little of it. They focused more on how far they could get away from the den or how to catch a bird that had wandered too close to her young claws.
Of course, childhood couldn’t go on forever. As all animals do, the siblings grew older and bigger with each setting and rising sun. Soon Yoki was taller than her own mother, and now hunted alongside her with her siblings close by. Yoki liked to compete with her brother in hunting contests. Usually it was who could kill the biggest roe deer. Rye stayed out of these things, afraid she would get hurt by a stag’s horns. Sun could only shrug and hoped that her children would mellow out a bit. They didn’t. But soon they were no longer her problem. At the age of two, they were adults and had to set out to claim a hunting territory of there own. Yoki traveled south, wanting to escape the harsher grips of winter. She took over an older piece of land, one where the old lynx had died off or left long ago. Unfortunately, Yoki was barely able to enjoy being on her own for less than a year.
Despite fleeing southward, winter still cam this one harsh. Rabbits were no were to be found, the birds had left, and deer had followed them. The reindeer were her salvation, for the creatures had not yet left. Still her meals were spaced apart farther than she would like. So when the cat came on a dead rabbit, she had little trouble in deciding wither to eat it or not. It was fresh killed, something she was thankful for because lynx refuse to eat carrion most of the time. But what had caused the rabbit’s death, she did not know. Blood flowed from the side, but what had made such an odd hole? And just like Yoki did not know what had killed the rabbit, she did not know that someone was closer than she would have liked. Lynxes had always been prized for there fur, especially when they have a bright gold base. Just as Yoki found a strange rock like thing in her meal, she felt something sting her side. As she turned to look, the world became blurry. She felt herself falling down and hitting the snow, but she couldn’t stop it. The last thing Yoki remembers was her ears catching the sound of something coming closer, and chittering loudly.
Yoki woke up, in a cage set on a ship headed for the land across the sea. She wasn’t alone; many other lynxes had been caught including her sister and mother. Perhaps Ash’s dark coat had saved him from the hunters. The trip lasted for a long time, but without the sun Yoki never knew how long she had spent in the boat. But luck visits everyone, at one time or another. It also leaves us to fend against the world at times. The winter might have been luckless for Yoki, but when she was carried out of the boat that was a different matter. Cages were tossed out carelessly, and Yoki was lucky enough to be in the oldest, most rusted one. Hinges creaked as she pushed out the door. She ran for the forest, sprinting as quickly as the wind. What happened to her family, Yoki never knew. But lynxes live alone, and the world was harsh. She traveled north for quite a while, trying to find a forest like her old one.
Physical Appearance: Standing up, Yoki is as tall as the average wolf, and her thick fur often makes her appear a bit larger than that. Her green-gold eyes stand out from her light gold pelt, probably because they are surrounded by a brim of white. A black line extends from her tear duct, bordering the top of her eyes. This line then goes downward, all the way through the fluff on either side of her face. Spots cover her body, although they vary in size depending on where they are located. Ones on the top of her forehead and the bottom of her legs are smaller than the rest. Yoki’s paws and white underbelly lack spots completely. Like all lynxes her tail is short, and has a black cap on a third of it. She also has black ear tuffs on each ear.
Territory: Emerlad Forest