Post by Aislinn on May 17, 2006 20:58:26 GMT -5
Name+Namir, goes by Neth
Gender+Male
Species+Black Ocelot
Side+Dark
It was dark, oh so dark, behind his lids. Testing his balance, Namir padded softly down the half-inch-wide branch. His center tilited, and he dug a single claw into the branch. After a moment, when the breeze died down, he smirked happily and continued, the frail branch bending under his weight, until the frail tip touched the ground, and he stepped off, tucking his tail as to avoid the whip-like lash as the branch was freed.
His eyes finally opened, and a pale light was cast on the ground fron his large amber irises. No white showed. His pupils swept the ground, then his eyes closed again. He could not see through his lids, but his pupils were unable to shrink, posing a problem in day. His whiskers did most of the work, and when he needed, he could preform a sort of reverse-blink, flashing them open just long enough.
He remembered with pain when a fox, a white streak down her back, had stumbled upon him, presumed him Dark because of his color, and dealt him a crushing blow to the back of the skull. He had been knocked unconcious, and she had presumed him dead, for when he awoke, she was gone.
Brain damage had been caused, and his eyes became ultra sensitive. Being neither diurnal nor nocturnal, rather a creature of the dusk and dawn, it had not posed a problem, except when the sun commanded his path.
Then the pain came.
Day by day, his vision failed a little more, a little more damage was done to his retinas. He knew he would eventually become blind.
All because he was born black.
Understandably, he became Dark, to repay that fox's debt time and time again.
"Daughter of a Twoleg," he cursed, and flashed a glance at his surroundings before heading south, toward where he heard a camp was.
He slunk along, moving from tree to tree, eyes flashing open and close again and again. He was a shadow on the dark brown trunks, a web of black.
Something tickled his nose, and he whirled and fell.
A life flickered out, and after a few moments the shadow moved away. Where he had been, crimson stained the snow.
Gender+Male
Species+Black Ocelot
Side+Dark
It was dark, oh so dark, behind his lids. Testing his balance, Namir padded softly down the half-inch-wide branch. His center tilited, and he dug a single claw into the branch. After a moment, when the breeze died down, he smirked happily and continued, the frail branch bending under his weight, until the frail tip touched the ground, and he stepped off, tucking his tail as to avoid the whip-like lash as the branch was freed.
His eyes finally opened, and a pale light was cast on the ground fron his large amber irises. No white showed. His pupils swept the ground, then his eyes closed again. He could not see through his lids, but his pupils were unable to shrink, posing a problem in day. His whiskers did most of the work, and when he needed, he could preform a sort of reverse-blink, flashing them open just long enough.
He remembered with pain when a fox, a white streak down her back, had stumbled upon him, presumed him Dark because of his color, and dealt him a crushing blow to the back of the skull. He had been knocked unconcious, and she had presumed him dead, for when he awoke, she was gone.
Brain damage had been caused, and his eyes became ultra sensitive. Being neither diurnal nor nocturnal, rather a creature of the dusk and dawn, it had not posed a problem, except when the sun commanded his path.
Then the pain came.
Day by day, his vision failed a little more, a little more damage was done to his retinas. He knew he would eventually become blind.
All because he was born black.
Understandably, he became Dark, to repay that fox's debt time and time again.
"Daughter of a Twoleg," he cursed, and flashed a glance at his surroundings before heading south, toward where he heard a camp was.
He slunk along, moving from tree to tree, eyes flashing open and close again and again. He was a shadow on the dark brown trunks, a web of black.
Something tickled his nose, and he whirled and fell.
A life flickered out, and after a few moments the shadow moved away. Where he had been, crimson stained the snow.
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