CASSIEL // female

[carhartt]

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[rs=2]	Name: Cassiel Nickname: Cassie Age: Seven Months Gender: Female Sexuality: Straight Breed: North American Red Fox Pack: Feral for now Likes DISLIKES Fears: Dreams: Overall Personality: Ever heard the term ‘sly as a fox’? Well it came from her. No, but seriously this little she-devil is quite the sly little fox. Cassiel learned from an early age how to utilize the dark hours of the night and the blinding shadows of the day to the best of her advantages. Unlike most she has taught herself how to climb trees and travel from limb to limb, like a sleeking python… You would think she would be a great little hunter but you are quite mistaking. It just isn’t her thing; I guess you’d say. Cassiel is a very dainty, little neat freak and she just couldn’t imagine ripping away, letting blood spew all over her glorious coat. Surprisingly she isn’t some priss, but she would just much rather have someone do the dirty work of killing the food for her and then swooping down, when they aren’t looking and snatch up her next meal. Of course she will hunt for herself. She really doesn’t mind hunting mice, its not to dirty bouncing around in a field, but when the kills become bigger like squirrels, small cats it just gets to messy for this little foxy. Cassiel also hates confrontation. She will avoid it at all costs. Slink her way out of anything type of girl. Running is her best solution and boy is she fast, she could probably outrun any mangy mongrel that inhabits this God forsaken place. Miss Cassiel loves to observe. She loves just sitting up in a branch, unseen and watching others… Let it be other foxes, dogs, wolves, birds, cat, anything she love it all! Sometimes she likes living on the edge. She will traipse into town and slink shadow, to shadow watching people and how they live their lives. She is a very curious creature. Yes, yes, she knows, curiosity killed the cat, it however doesn’t say curiosity killed the fox, oh no they are much to smart for death. Despite her little peeping tom attitude she much rather live a reserve life alone. Cassiel is definitely not your most social being. She tends to live the life of silence. The life of simplicities is just right for her. Of course there is always a time and a place to be social and when she is, she can be quite the spitfire. Never one to flirt really, but can be polite in some situations, but usually she is full of sarcastic comments and cunning replies. Very good at manipulating others to do her dirty work or fall in her trap. Love really isn’t her thing. She hates her father for what he did to her mother and is too young anyways so boys don’t interest her much, yet that is. Not only her legs fast but so is her little brain. She has a tendency to let very smart ass remarks slip her tongue and piss others off. She doesn’t put up with much, but when it comes to a fight she usually trees herself or disappears in the darkness. She usually is all talk no action. How ever, if you ever corner her and there is no way out but through you—she will turn into a little Tasmanian devil and eat your face off. She is much to quick, those teeth are much to sharp and her claws are much to dangerous to let them go to waist… History: A little bit about her history. Alright if you insist –sigh- So miss Cassiel was born of a litter of three pups counting her. She of course was the youngest and the runt of two older brothers. No, it isn’t the typical story of them picking on her, they were dead before they knew how. Any who, that’s to be told later—it was her, her two brothers and her mother. Her father was of course long gone cause they never stick around. They lived in a large hole in a hollowed out tree trunk in a very hidden spot, sure from danger. They lived a normal life of good mom and baby pups not much excitement—she was too young to really remember any ways. So any who when they got about two months of age and wanting to really venture out, their mother took them out in increments of time each time staying out for longer. Well her two brother were two peas in a pod and were always playing around and wandering too far while sweet little Cassiel always stuck to her mothers side like glue. Well one day they were in the meadow and the boys were chasing each other and before her mother could realize, there was silence. Looking up frantically she knew they ventured off. Worried she picked up Cassiel and carried her to a fallen tree and placed her in it, just big enough for her and told her to stay there no matter what. Listening like always she laid there. Well a few minutes passed and then hours and than night fell. The worse had happened. What she didn’t know is the two boys had scampered off to the high way where they passed it safely but in a mad dash to get to her boys her mother was smashed by a large truck and forever splattered across the road. Luckily Cassiel never knew what happened to them and assumed they were all gone… We still don’t know if the two boys survived. Cassiel stayed nestled in that fallen tree for three days before she felt herself weaken every minute. Terrified and wide-eyed she ventured from her log in search of water… From that day on she grew up by herself, and taught herself everything… No she didn’t have this inept ability to know everything but instead she would climb up trees and observe. Watch other animals, any types, and learn from them. That’s how she survived alone was learning from others. Until this day, she still watches others to learn to better survive in the forest and even in the urban community when ever she ventures to it. Now only five months have passed and she is living her life one day at a time. She is still young and mistakes can be devastating to ending her life so she is very cautious and skeptical and makes sure to think over everything she does to make sure it’s the safest decision possible. Role-playing Sample: It was a whirlwind of aromas swimming through the ambiance as it danced effortlessly to and fro. Her heart beat wildly as her nostrils flared and a petite scullery tossed into the heavens. Long ivory tendrils danced with breeze as long tendons delicately pranced across the rocky structures beneath her creamy pistons. A pink butterfly fluttered beneath the blazing rays, leading the perfect trail for Arrabella to follow. With pure bliss falling from her heart she danced about playfully with a vibrant smile spread across her maw confidently. The entire atmosphere was exuberant with the warmth of the shining sun and the colors around her were intensifying the good feelings that were generated from such a territory. Pistons effortlessly glided over the rocky paths, with a piston hitting a puddle every now and then, causing a soft spray of water to her her thin tendons. A sheer rush of excitement flushed through her veins resulting in her to let loos and kick out playfully as she jumped to another rocky column. Arrabella was a good three hundred yards from shore, not paying attention on how far she was going out--all she knew as that butterfly was leading her. Cerulean optics glistened as she softly let a giggle escape her petite labrums. Extensively long ivory tassels held in the direction of the breeze, her whipcord far behind her thin frame, whisking though the atmosphere as she prance around without a care in the world. As the butterfly fluttered about, pushing through, it darted to the right and moved farther and farther towards the sea. Quick on it's tail, Arrabella effortlessly glided to the right and giggled once more, letting her cranium lull back in sheer delight as she moved elegantly through the slippery rocks. Finally the rocks ended and the butterfly glided straight out towards the ocean. Abruptly the beautiful vixen came to a halt as her long tendrils caught up with her causing her long banner to fly wildly and land on both sides of her petite nape and her long whipcord to whither to the rocks in a large bundled heap. Cranium held high, her forelock fell in place tickling her nostrils as they flared, slightly out of breathe. Her barrel heaved with excitement as she let her labrums part and a loud nicker left her vox and danced into the atmosphere. It was her farewell to the butterfly as she watched it disappear into the horizon. Sighing heavily she dropped her cranium and then glanced around, searching the atmosphere. Cerulean optics scanned vigorously searching for any sign of any creature that moved about. Nothing caught her gaze but pricks flickered in any direction. The sense of being alone settled in quickly, but it didn't both her....
CARHARTT. SIX YEARS.