ODEZCA - FEMALE - SIBERIAN TIGER

♕ ODEZCA

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APPEARANCE

Young, but not young enough -- she had already blossomed, and it was the first thing you notice. Not the eyes, not the mouth, the face, or the ears. No, no -- the thing they always noticed was the lithe turn of her hips, the smooth line of her spine: she was young, but she was no longer a cub, and everything had already settled into a fiery beauty set in shades of red and black. She was fire itself, a thing that caught your eye even in the dark, a thing that moved with the very confidence of flame. Odezca was a creature of body, mind and heart. Every step she took pronounced the smooth line of her hips, the long, slender muscles rippling like water down her legs. Slender, with no overt muscle -- she was elegance and virility all combined into one. Her shoulders were narrow, her stripes spilling down her front legs like lovely spiderwebs ensnaring passerby with their movement.

She was the epitome of youthful beauty, of the awakening of sexual desire; with each step, with each rippled movement, each flick of her ear she brought home how delightful her flesh was to be watched. To be touched, to be tasted. It was there in her pale, pale eyes -- a white-hot fire burning brilliantly amongst the black pitch of her pupil. Golden didn't describe her eyes, no, no it was more than that -- more than a shade of brown, or yellow. Her eyes were a sparkling white swimming in her face. She had diamonds for eyes; and she never looked down -- no, no, she was bold, she stared at you with those fiery eyes, with those flame-filled desires. Odezca's pelt was a thing alive, a glistening mirror to the desires it uprooted from your heart. There was no scar to mar her beauty, no smear of an errant stripe; all of it was perfectly placed as if the Goddess had looked into the brilliance of the sun and had made Odezca in that image.

That is what she was: she was the sun, the bright star captured behind chains of black stripes, and she was beautiful, and she knew it. At 225 pounds she was on the lower end of the gene pool in growth, but she was sure that she would fill with the coming seasons. Her paws are currently a little larger than was proportionally appropriate for her current weight, indicating further growth was sure to come.

SOUL STONE

Pente soul stone, pierced in her ear. She has no other powers.

PERSONALITY

Odezca is a creature sealed down by fate, tied down by the desires of her tribe, of her mother, her father, her siblings. She was the Good girl, the Obedient girl, the quiet, demure girl. All of these labels had been stamped into her mind from the time she had opened her eyes -- the only problem was that she was none of these things. She was adventurous! She was fearless, and bold -- and none of those belonged to the demure, modest girl of the tribe's expectations. Bold did not sit still while mates were paraded before her to see which one adored her enough to stuff her with seed and see if she blossomed with it. Adventurous did not mingle quietly with the other tribe members talking of quiet days passing by in peaceful stillness. She had become a bomb, a small sun let loose on the world, looking to find the source of her agitation.

She was restless, honest and beautiful. She was the light spilling over the horizon, covering everything with her excitement, and her desires. She was a blazing star in the midst of monotony ready to implode and take it all with her. She was excitement, she was eagerness, the very epitome of youthful energy. Nothing could hold her back -- not her mother, not her father, not her tribe, and certainly not the males that came sniffing around her. She was beautiful -- too beautiful for the likes of them. She was meant for something great, something wonderful: in her heart was the capacity to love so grandly even the very heavens would shake with it. They were out there, somewhere, and she would get it, grab it in her jaws and run as far away into the blinding sunset as she could manage.

But regardless, she was a young tigress, just out of cubhood. Eager to show the world just how wonderful she is, her determination was like iron, forged in the tempest. Growing up in such a tender, quiet environment has given her a very nice view of the world: though she is eager to taste what flavors are out there, she is not quite aware of how vastly different the world is from her own machinations.

HISTORY

Odezca's life was a simple one. One of four, she grew up in a tribe of many tigers banding together against the world, creating a harmonious atmosphere, free of other cats and wolves. She only knew tigers, and of tigers, only the ones in the tribe. Outsiders were forbidden, and so in this classic little safe haven, she was taught how to be proper and nice and beautiful. It wasn't long before the disassociation inside of her heart cracked open: what they told her she was supposed to be did not match the impulses and desires that raged inside of her. She wanted to climb, and play, and thrash about in adventures -- but she was only supposed to grow up quietly, educated and silent. She did not need to be strong. She did not need to know how to hunt. So many things, over and over and over, until she was crippled by it, unable to survive on her own even if she could have escaped.

It was their wish, to bind the two major families together, and they nurtured her in the most careful, harmless way so that no matter the male, she would be no threat. It was the pattern of her life, of the life of her siblings as well, for she was not the only one. They were a social experiment of sorts, and it was failing, miserably.

Chaos raged inside of her, even as time passed and puffy cub-coat became something beautiful and sleek. She would escape, and she would find herself an adventure and live the life she deserved; the males they brought her were weak and repellent. Her siblings were drones. Her parents were refused to listen to reason.

So she left. Escaped. Like a prisoner in the darkest of nights, she crawled out from the pit of snakes she had been born in and found herself on the road to Naxorus, toward the shining dome of brilliant light where she knew cats of all kinds congregated. Lions, and tigers, and leopards! So many types, so much brilliance, and like a moth to a flame, she came, a blazing star carrying with her, her own destiny.

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