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Character Name; Ciceroux la'Rex >>( SIS-ER-OH, la-REX)
Birthdate; July 13, 2004
Species; Cougar
E'Mail; gunnergirl88@msn.com
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Character Name; Ciceroux la'Rex >>( SIS-ER-OH, la-REX)
Birthdate; July 13, 2004
Species; Cougar
E'Mail; gunnergirl88@msn.com
Contact; MSN: same as above
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Affiliate-surfing
BREAK YOUR HEART, & MAKE ME DREAM of you
A cat? But who would have thought to find one in this part of town? Surely it was a mistake! She must be lost - terribly, horribly lost; perhaps her sense of navigation was defunct. Didn't she smell them? The packs of wolf - lots and lots of big, wild, mangy mutts? Maybe she was just an illusion, stalking along an old path. Glimpses of sleek brown and cream slinking behind the trees, her motion silent and fluid. Some kind of gracious angel is what she may look like, to those who've never seen a big cat yet in their lives. Smooth and seductive, even if she wasn't paying any attention - bright, hypnotic blue eyes guided her, eyes that could surely beckon an unwary victim right into her deadly embrace, helpless all the way. She slipped quietly through the frozen brush, her black lips occasionally parting to expel a warm breath, a puff of steam rising from her mouth. The cat moved slowly, an air of leisure about her, as though she cared not for her surroundings and had no real destination in mind.
A lost soul, no doubt. A loner by nature, and wanderer by instinct, there was hardly a way to imagine the places she's been, where her feet have carried her and what her eyes have seen. Not that the past is of any concern to her; someone like this pretty kitty would definitely have a heavy bundle of stories to tell, were it not for the unfortunate fact that she seems to forget the excitement of her travels whenever someone asks her. She is a lazy and sneaky thing, with sharp wits and claws to accompany them, and a most certain love of her own self. She would rather groom her soft lovely fur - or maybe take a nap - than take the time to entertain or fascinate someone else. Ciceroux la'Rex is many things; but generous is definitely not one of them.
In this way, she comes to the land of wolves; self-centered, graceful, and lazy. It is hard to tell what thoughts drift through her mind; what plans she has for this place. Surely, cats are never anything more than disasters hidden in pretty skin, and even Ciceroux's own pessimism predicts that the dogs will not welcome her presence here at first. She would be surprised to find out otherwise - to see a smile or nervous wag of the tail on their behalf - but she has never been wrong before. Not that their opinion of her arrival will sway her mind one way or another; she has come, and there's little they can do about that.