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[Valk]

little marionettes

these are the puppets i wield in my hand in a skillful manner of my own creation.  they were sprouted from my imagination and if you wish to ever use anything of them just ask (don't forget to credit if you receive permission). if you ever wish to communicate with any of them just send me a pm and i will make it happen. thank you.


who is the master?

 | valk

whom does she strum nearly impeccably?

| frostbite 
- current threads:

| hawkfeather 
- current threads : make it through the day

| shadewhisper
-current threads: 

[Valk]

name:  frostbite

alias: frost

gender: she-cat

age: twenty four moons

clan: thunderclan

rank: warrior

appearance:  bathed in lush, smooth tendrils of isabelline white —pale, and sensually curved— her body pulses; an erotic manifestation of beauty and sin. desire, shivering beneath her exquisite flesh and tender, writhing curves. womanly and seductive, frostbite exudes a deadly, bewitching allure. she moves with an unbridled sensuality, thirsty and wanton; enthralling, yet voracious; fore her very dominating mien ripples in a despotic imploration of lust, temptation and sensuous power. in their lucid symmetry, her luscious physique gracefully imbues the erotic fervor of a snake—narrowed by a tight waistline, sinful curves and deep, mysterious eyes. her essence provoking, a celestial enamouration; lustful in the captivating dynamism of her smothering ardour—she is passionate and intensely adorning. her flesh, her skin; pale and cold—a vampiric assimilation perfected in love and death. fore her.

Frost

personality:

brutal honesty is not enough to describe this feminine creature

what if you met someone who was such a question you gave up? she didn’t even have to try being a step ahead as you made it possible by just being there.

finding the simple task of all possible loop holes and countering them with others repeatedly within a matter of seconds. liar? some would dare to strike you for calling her such.

speaking so smoothly and is so effortlessly charming, she has developed an amazing way of getting whatever she wants. usually her brains are obvious in the form of wit; she is always the first to remark to anything. however her persuasiveness is another addition to her brainpower, as she can work out what another is feeling within a few moments of being near them. Impossible? take a few moments and stay, you’ll believe faster than you denied.

being a delight to anyone presence yet crucial to their existence. feeding off the information given yet you're unaware. why?

anyone could detect when someone was trying to figure them out. but that isn't her goal and she's blended to long in the line of gray to be noticed as anything more than a ear to listen to worries or fears.

caution is the key when speaking with this fae.

despite the perfect illusion if one was to challenge the fae, really challenge the way she present herself, the cookie itself could crumble. she is beautiful but fragile and if struck to hard she could self destruct. 

pressure is something she works fairly well under but continuous snooping in her business would cause the perfectionist to panic and fail about like a dying fish. 

note: frostbite can't read everyone especially not when first meeting someone, but if spending frequent time with them she will be able to read them easily at least seventy percent of the time.

relations: father | whiteblaze | diseased

 mother | shadowstep | diseased

mate | --- 

crush | ----

kits |  ---

history: 

- the thrill of being abandon by both parent drove the small snowball to the edge of insanity. the will to live wasn't what kept her but the hate for her parents did.

- raising yourself alone, was easier than joining the rouges and controlling the idiots that slurped up her every word

-abandoning the useless group she joined a clan, a clan of thunder at that. sticking out like a sore thumb with her white coat she earned her right in the clan with a few still being wary of her every move.

[Valk]

Name: Hawkfeather

Gender: Tom

Age: 22 moons

Clan: Riverclan

Rank: Warrior

Appearance:

You’d be hard pressed to find a word more appropriate for the tom than massive. The breadth of his shoulders betrayed his true breed,(warning at a glimpse that he was no mere tabby) while the rippling sinew of his musculature shrieked danger, danger to any foolish enough to try and

challenge him. He’d known wars, battles that’d chewed the very heart of lesser felines to pieces.

Gaze like evergreen, the dark, striking lines of hisfacial markings accentuated their size, dark pools outlined by smudges of tan and tawny with two chocolate strikes rolling from their corners down across his cheekbones. Broken up somewhat on his right side, the marks are split in two by the pinkened ridge of his facial scarring, leaving a pregnant gap between his nose and jaw-line. With a hearty sprout of long white whiskers, pale lashes bring out the fading pigments of his age and an unyielding sense of maturity. He is terse, stern, unsettlingly enigmatic—both wisdom and insanity bubbling through the rasping honey of his baritone.

Aesthetically now, regardless of his size, Hawkfeather has never truly grew into his paws. As a result of such, they paws are larger than average in proportion to his form—big, heavy mits deadly at close range with their raking claws and sharp accuracy. Being lumbering than dexterous, Hawkfeather makes up for lost speed due to his weight with strength; his fighting prowess contained within his relentless stamina and ability to take otherwise shattering hits. Like anything large, if his opponent is quick enough to get around him, a multitude of quick strikes will cause him to buckle easily, but only if he doesn’t get his fangs into them first. The press of those teeth aren’t a welcome feeling for any creature.

Hawkfeather’s short furred on account of his lineage, boasting a short, luxuriant coat with shades of, dark brown and bronze, with minor checks of cream around his muzzle. His body is decidedly more streamline, with giant shoulders exaggerated by chocolate strikes that fade against the lush pale of his underbelly, off-white tones peppered with shifting shades. Dependant on his mood, he’ll keep immaculate charge of his coat or simply let it tangle, voluminous tresses tangled with chunks of coagulated blood and dirt. He prefers to have others do his grooming, though isn’t often in the company of those he can stand for long enough to bear it.

Hawkfeather

Personality:

hawkfeather has some serious issues. he'll cause a scene, he'll start a riot, and he'll even go as far as calling someone out if he felt like it. there is rarely ever a time where he is calm, and the only noted time is when he's sleeping, which also is rare with his hyperactive personailty. only, unlike others that are hyper, he doesn't run around all giddy and happy. actually, he goes and looks for someone to torment. suffering from hypoglycemia as well, he has to eat often to maintain his blood sugar levels since they get low quickly. often he can be seen shaking or even faint should he not get the sugar in time. this, because he isn't normal, angers him and he has no clue where it came from since no one else, that he knows, has the same problem as him. he feels that others judge him based off of how often he has to eat, even though its only small things and not a full meal, so he holds resentment towards everyone he doesn't know well enough. to this day, only his family knows about his issue and he plans to keep it that way.

he can also be seen flirting with anyone she-cat able to stand him. although odd and extremely unlike most siblings, hawkfeather feels as though since he is not worthy enough to be at the prime for a normal cat, he feels that he should spawn with someone greatly higher than him, unaware of the consequences that come with cross-breeding. he want's children that won't be weak and will carry on the rache gene of brown fur, large body, and black markings around evergreen eyes. not only that, but he would like them to be similar to him so that they can be given names such as his own.  jealous of his brother for being the healthier of the two, he wishes he was normal too so he could fight without fainting or shaking from more than just an adrenaline rush, which he confuses the two all the time.

aggressive hardly describes him since he is easy to anger. such things like looking at him for an extended period of time, invading his space, or whispering around him will set off a switch in his brain that tells him to attack and find out what they're talking about, and since he thinks everyone is out to hurt him or judge him, he feels as though they're being secret about him and he demands to know what they were talking about. it's not unheard of for him to threaten others until he gets what he wants. a complete sadist, he enjoys hurting others and gets a sick and twisted pleasure out of it, so he will often play with his victims before letting them free or killing them. Unfortunately the only cure to his sadist would be to conquer his insecurities and that isn't likely to ever be accomplished.

sarcastic is only a small word compared to the snarky comments that brew inside his throat, awaiting to be released and be heard. he will often use words from some poems and stories he heard from someone long ago ( poe's stories and poems ) back when he was on his own for some time. ever since, he has used the stories and poems for witty remarks and comments to anyone that they fit for, and to this day, his favorite remains the masque of the red death, which is why he nicknamed masque when he heard the story the first time.

hawkfeather also has very mild tourettes, only making his tics ( head shaking ) very few and far between. however, this doesn't meant it doesn't affect him. actually, if he hasn't eaten in a while, the tic do seem to get closer together and a little longer in general. if his head starts shaking too fast for a prolonged amount of time, it will make him black out, but he has gotten good at eating a few smaller meals a day to prevent this.

Relations:  Mother | Lillypond | Dieased

Father | Alexander  | Dieased 

Svana | Sister

Magnus | Brother