She is a fiery spectacle, a body painted in rich rust with flecks of red and coal along the ridge of her back. Upon her face, a coal dusted mask, a definite shared by her true sire though neither wish to regard it as so. As their pelts are their only defing qualities, her underbelly is the separation between them. Hers is soft beige, marred with tinges of brown and accented with white. The color seeps into her legs as well, covering them in thick crème colored boots. Her frame, rather than power, is suited for agility and flexibility, stealth and quick actions. Her long toned legs allow for this movement, but is hinted long term by the thicker bulk of her shoulders. When looked upon as the King’s Heir, she was trained as such, encouraged more physical exercises through rigorous sparring from a young age in order to harness the bulk and muscle of the King. But her body would not allow for it. Stubbornly muscle was built upon her shoulders and thighs, but lacked elsewhere on her body.

She developed a streamline build, more slender than her clansmen would have liked but it also gave her the image of finesse and fragility. She became coveted as an item of beauty by image only. But beneath the lustrous pelt and desirable frame lies a landscape of hefty scars and indentations, suffered through years of tireless, relentless training, none of which hinder her performance unless provoked through touch. But given her height, it would be a difficult feat. She shares the King’s height, standing at a staggering 38” at the shoulder and 70” in length.


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Personality: Quite a charmer, if one could even call her that. Defiant in both heart and mind, a child raised on noble standards to which she upheld with the highest regard. She was born to lead and not to follow, and yet she has demoted herself by choice and regrets nothing for doing so. Xyrin has been hardened by experience through tooth and claw, detoured from male affections by an unfortunate rape and several misplaced loyalties. She has developed a strong hatred for females for their constant whining and bickering and only want for children. Such a weakened lifestyle sickens her, but only because they reflect what she will not allow herself to have.

For the most part, Xyrin is quiet, not speaking unless absolutely necessary or a threat is on her tongue. She does not harbor a threat unless she intends to fulfill her claims. Only rarely would she back down or excuse herself from a conflict. More often than not, her noble lineage tends to get in the way of her better judgment giving rise to conflict with authority. An all around abrasive personality keeps others at a distance, but to a select few individuals, her sand-paper wall is buffered and a more enlightening side to the female comes forth.

She is a sucker of children. She has none of her own to coddle and teach, but will willingly do so with other cubs she comes across. Xyrin may not have a fine disposition for the mother, but the children are never on the receiving end of her hostilities. She is fond of play with them and with encourage them to do so. Given her size one would fear she would be rough of harmful, but she has had time to adjust to her stature and strength and has learned to lessen her movements and soften her blows so as not to harm the innocent.


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