Shadewhisper | Windclan

[Valk]

Name: Shadewhisper

Gender:  She-cat

Age:  35 moons

Clan: Windclan

Rank:  Warrior

Appearance: 

she is an illustrious queen of night's fable. The arachnid of your nightmares, spindling thick webs of pristine twine. The night is in her favor, the dark tones to justice to her own, and she is like a ghost in the fog as the night air spills around you. a devil, temptress, the very feeling of a kind of evil that tears past the protective skin and sinks into bone. she is no friendly face albeit being quite the alluring one - her face shows shadow of a horrible doom to come. of hell are her eyes, they seep through the thick darkness as if severed from her very being. Two pools of hell's flames sunken deep in her black skull. she is almost emaciated looking with slender legs and thin hips, a stomach that curves into nothingness between supple thighs, and the almost visible outbreak of cage lines that faulter as if a dream with a simple breath. healthy, however, and fit she is simply an eerie being in all methods of her creation from the shallow caverns of her lean jaws to the tips of blackened claws on agile paws. she is no one's treasure though she shines like an angel in the dark of night. she moves with an almost serpentine force, denying everything in her path, with hungry eyes almost set ablaze by mild craze and the unbridled passion that coils deep in her loins. never mistaken for less of a woman, never mistaken for something of worth, but almost ethereal with the tight curve of her belly that leads to slender lips and exposes long limbs. The color of soot from a burning sky, she is a collective pattern of light and dark greys blended in a fashion that makes her hard to forget.

Shadewhisper

Personality: 

lonely. Rarely does she come across another who fills that void, that yawning abyss. Many an audience do not fill that nullity, yet many more emphasize her solitariness. She is filled with the need to be whole, to soulfully connect and bond. Yet, she is not driven to seek the relished opuses. She waits in silence and obscurity. They will come in time, just like a new moon, a new day. Good things come to those who wait.

        gypsy. She is unconventional, fealty to no one and nothing. First and foremost, what she does, she does for herself. Seldom does she go out of her way to aid, to right wrongs. If it is not in her best interests, Shadewhisper will simply depart with the same bohemian nonchalance she has had since cognizance. And yet...she is not entirely heartless. Shadewhipser is a woman of nuances, and it shows in the elusive way she moves down to the very words she speaks, but she values those that remain, a foundation to her itinerant existence. Shadewhisper has a soft spot for those who have wiggle their way into her heart. It may take a while, but it is well worth it. The willow which bends to the tempest, often escapes better than the oak which resists it; and so in great calamities, it sometimes happens that light and frivolous spirits recover their elasticity and presence of mind sooner than those of a loftier character.

        wrathful. Seldom does one manage to get under her skin, incense her to no end. Shadewhisper is diseased with a foul anger, that which lingers for many a moon, and onward. When she hates, she hates avidly. Past grudges contaminate her, as she is unable to simply let go. Whilst it takes a lot to ruffle her feathers, it should be noted she is vindictive and barbarous while in this state of mind. She is not above bloodying her teeth to quash vexations. Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

[- Leafy ღ]