Leviathen! < cat's rule >

Personality:
Leviathen is firm and unyielding, in most cases, she is brutally honest and reflective of the times and the scenaro. She loves her kind, she loves her race, and she would be damned before the entire race of cats submitted to the traitors of the wild. She will ensure that ever feline knows the truth, and she will write it with the blood of the dog and his shame.

Having come from the wild, she has much of her primal instinct intact. She isn't spoiled, she isn't domesticated, and she would forever refuse to allow someone tell her otherwise. She came here out of her own self-interest, heard that cats were having a tough time with the dogs and came ot offer her help. The truth in that manner is that she's actually eager to crush a skull or two, and would gladly take advantage of the opportunity if given to her. If she could do the cats of the city one service? Why, simply, that would nothing other than turning the table in their favor.

She's swift, she smart, and she's strong. She likes company, though preferebly male. She has many hopes and dreams, yearns for a cub or two of her own but she can't be too pushy now. One thing at a time.

An over achiever at times, and in many cases, finding herself tied up in multiple things at once. But if there's one thing or another that makes her unique, it's her passion for battle. She loves to get her claws dirty, she loves to feel her prey squirm beneath her wrath, and she loves the pulsating of a dying heart. Nothing greater, particularly if that so called quarry just happens to be a canine - she detests them with every form and fasion, and will never give up the opportunity to reconcile her hatred with on through the way of claw and fang.


Appearance: Leviathen came all the way from South America for this war. Needless to say, she's tired, and she's pissed SO IT BETTER NOT BE OVER!

Leviathen is a black jaguar from the tropics of South American, her coat is dark black with brown-tipped secondary furs lining throughout her body. Her eyes are bright with many laughs, but get on her bad side and you just might summon the great temper that the jaguar is known for.



History:
There isn't much known about her. She doesn't come from this part of the world, and in fact, made quite the journey just to get here in the first place. But whispers have heard her say that she comes from a land not of a concrete jungle, but from a jungle that fills with steam and is thick with the trees. Where the waters are just as deadly as the predators that hunt there, and where the weather is very much unpredictable. This is, of course, the Amazons of South America.
She couldn't help but lift her ears in curiosity when she heard the rumor that supposedly since she was feline, she had been automatically placed into a conflict that would depict her fate, and supposed, the quarry of this battle was supposed to be canine. Well, she would love for them to say such things to her face. Which was why she took the long journey to Hexasol City, allowing the winds to guide her journey, aspiring for new landscape and to see new things. It's not like there isn't much holding her back, and very few if any opposition between her and the long steps that stand before her.

To say it didn't take a long time would be a complete lie, and Leviathen never was much of a liar. Having arived to the city where supposedly her fate would be decided, she grows eager to learn and determined to grow. She seeks out the Iris.

Season born: Spring


RP Sample: There were many things that he wanted to do, and not much time to do them in. He was already in his mid-life, six years he had been in this world, and something told him that it wouldn't last another six. The clock was ticking. The situation with the lions was growing dense before his eyes, and it only took on quick glance towards the many wounds that he had sustained from the invaders for him to realize such things. He looked to the approaching form of Nadia, the figure that manifested herself as an angel before his eyes, the very same woman that he elected to be his mate; the very same woman that he had to fight off two others just for that to be so. He remembered that day, the thunder that boomed in his ears, and the lightning that lashed at the sky like that of a whip, it was a day that he would never forget, and a night that he would forever remember.It was that very same night that the cubs that he cared for more than the world itself, perhaps even more than his relationship with the lions; -were concieved. He had once been a player of many females, -there was a time when he would bed many females of his kind; in his mind, those days would be forever over. He desired one thing and one thing only, to keep the company he had. It had come to him that when a piece of metal had blown a hole through the middle of his life that no matter how many friends he had, no matter how many females he could bed, that he was forever a lone. -It had taken a near death scenario for him to realize such things but if there was one thing that he was forever seeking, it was a single thing worth fighting for, and if there was anything worth fighting over in his life, it had to be this. His progreny, the very lives that he sired, and of course, the one woman that had given them life.He gazed upon her, "Yet, there are many places to hide if there is danger. Do you think I didn't take that into consideration?" her words fell upon his ears in the manner of lurid ice, he felt his heart mealt once more just as it had when he had first met her. He asked in regards to the care and well-being of the pups that he had sired, his eyes full and wide with concern, "They are fine, Ajayi. Healthy, well fed and growing faster every day." He watched her turn to the pocket in the earth, no doubt that would be where she was keeping them, but at the same time he couldn't help but notice her thoughtful expression.He gave a sigh before correcting his posture there on the grass, "Rest assured that I am no threat to your-" he paused for to correct his words, "...our family." he corrected as he looked up at her. "Can you walk a little farther? I can take you to them and you can rest there." she offered to his delight, he gazed upon her, usure of what it was that he wanted to say. Part of him wanted to thank her for the offer, and another part of him just wanted to be with her and her a lone. But then he felt a string tug at his heart, something that was pulling him towards that little pocket in the earth of which where he knew that the products of his seeds were lingering. Cubs, -his cubs, his children.He looked at her and gave a nod, adjusting the posture of his legs and made every effort to regain his footing, his side quivering as he did so, accepting Nadia's offer. "Let's go, I have no intent on wasting away here in the sun." he said as he rolled his ears back just as a familure chirp resounded through his ears, catching his attention, watching Nadia return it to herself. "Busy day?" he asked her, thinking the the sound was actually another one of his. - From Mark of the Wild

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