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OOC
Name: Nymphie
Name: Nymphie
Years RPing: Before the mountains were formed
Slot Used: Slot won in the 2016 posting contest: anikira.proboards.com/post/30768
Slot Used: Slot won in the 2016 posting contest: anikira.proboards.com/post/30768
How You Found Us: optional
General
Name: Zahava
Birthday: December 24, 2012
Gender: Female
Species: African Polecat aka Zorilla
Physical
Height: 4 inches
Length: 25 inches
Weight: 2 lbs
Coat Color:Black and white
Eye Color: Brown
Health Issues: N/A
Other Information: Scar running along her back, mostly covered by fur
Mental
Mental Stability: Sane
History: The life of a polecat may seem rather boring to those who give it little to not thought but Zahava can tell you that things for such a small creature can be very difficult. She was born in the middle of an African winter to a mother who cared for the litter of three with a strong sense of protection and Zahava would like to think of herself as having become very much like the female who gave her life. While she knew that their kind were rather solitary, she liked the warmth of her siblings during the day when the young ones slept to prepare for the busy night of burrowing and care from their mother. But the time spent all together was a relatively short two months before the young ones began to gain independence and leave the nest they so fondly clung to as babies.It was during this time that Zahava had to prove herself to have taken to heart every lesson her mother gave her to survive the dangerous life of a creature that was so terribly small compared to most of their predators.
After moving from home, Zahava never saw her siblings again which had not really bothered her although she felt like it should have. Yet, she lived very well on her own but the lack in interaction had seemed to skew the outlook she had on others. Instead of being polite and generous, she was defensive and feisty. But could one fault her? She learned quickly that if she didn't fight for what was hers it would be ripped away from her by some cheeky or dangerous rival.
At first she felt her life was rather mundane since it only truly consisted of burrowing, hunting and avoiding the more dangerous creatures. But her outlook changed when her territory was rudely declared to have been enveloped by wolves. Mere survival became harder and harder but the little zorilla never faltered in her fight for what she saw as rightfully hers. Some more determined wolves had tried to make her a meal but she taught them what was what thanks to her natural defenses of stench and long curved claws.
Yes, there were several close calls and she now bears a scar along her back where a young wolf tried to end her life, some blessing had let her manage to escape those chomping teeth and squeeze between two rocks that protected her from further attacks that day. She stayed there until the wolf finally became bored and left, still she waited several hours before she poked her head out to check that the coast was clear and then scurried away towards the sea.
Being short-limbed meant that the journey had taken much longer than it would for a taller animal but she was desperate to find a new territory now that hers had become far to dangerous for her to maintain on her own. During that time she caught the attention of a large bird of prey who apparently though she looked like a decent meal and corralled her towards an old, hollow tree. Now naturally she would not have chosen such a site for protection but options were fairly limited. The tree was broken, old and hanging over the waters which she had foolishly thought was safe enough to hide in. Scurrying inside, she shoved herself within the aged, soft wood and ran up into the trunk as best as she could since she was not the best climber. The determined bird slashed at the tree as it screamed threats which were punctuated by the straining wood buckling under the added weight it suddenly carried.
A sudden lurch and crash, the tree had fallen into the waters causing the bird to scream in dismay and decided the hunt was too much trouble for it and flew off to fins something more suitable. Leaving Zahava to fight for purchase in the soft ruck as her sanctuary was quickly becoming a trap as water found its way in other holes of the trunk. Stubborn and scared the polecat found her way up to the open expanse and luckily the trunk found a level of balance that allowed it to float but by this time the shore was too far for her to swim back.
Stranded, she remained vigilant against curious birds and other bothersome creatures but she did feel rather disconcerted about whether she would ever see land again. She was build for land not water and the effects of the ocean definitely took a toll on the little female. Tired and hungry, she fell asleep. Little did she know that she had reached land during that day....
After moving from home, Zahava never saw her siblings again which had not really bothered her although she felt like it should have. Yet, she lived very well on her own but the lack in interaction had seemed to skew the outlook she had on others. Instead of being polite and generous, she was defensive and feisty. But could one fault her? She learned quickly that if she didn't fight for what was hers it would be ripped away from her by some cheeky or dangerous rival.
At first she felt her life was rather mundane since it only truly consisted of burrowing, hunting and avoiding the more dangerous creatures. But her outlook changed when her territory was rudely declared to have been enveloped by wolves. Mere survival became harder and harder but the little zorilla never faltered in her fight for what she saw as rightfully hers. Some more determined wolves had tried to make her a meal but she taught them what was what thanks to her natural defenses of stench and long curved claws.
Yes, there were several close calls and she now bears a scar along her back where a young wolf tried to end her life, some blessing had let her manage to escape those chomping teeth and squeeze between two rocks that protected her from further attacks that day. She stayed there until the wolf finally became bored and left, still she waited several hours before she poked her head out to check that the coast was clear and then scurried away towards the sea.
Being short-limbed meant that the journey had taken much longer than it would for a taller animal but she was desperate to find a new territory now that hers had become far to dangerous for her to maintain on her own. During that time she caught the attention of a large bird of prey who apparently though she looked like a decent meal and corralled her towards an old, hollow tree. Now naturally she would not have chosen such a site for protection but options were fairly limited. The tree was broken, old and hanging over the waters which she had foolishly thought was safe enough to hide in. Scurrying inside, she shoved herself within the aged, soft wood and ran up into the trunk as best as she could since she was not the best climber. The determined bird slashed at the tree as it screamed threats which were punctuated by the straining wood buckling under the added weight it suddenly carried.
A sudden lurch and crash, the tree had fallen into the waters causing the bird to scream in dismay and decided the hunt was too much trouble for it and flew off to fins something more suitable. Leaving Zahava to fight for purchase in the soft ruck as her sanctuary was quickly becoming a trap as water found its way in other holes of the trunk. Stubborn and scared the polecat found her way up to the open expanse and luckily the trunk found a level of balance that allowed it to float but by this time the shore was too far for her to swim back.
Stranded, she remained vigilant against curious birds and other bothersome creatures but she did feel rather disconcerted about whether she would ever see land again. She was build for land not water and the effects of the ocean definitely took a toll on the little female. Tired and hungry, she fell asleep. Little did she know that she had reached land during that day....
Personality: Simply put, Zahava is feisty, stubborn, and adventurous. She defends what is hers as best as she can even if the odds seem to be against her. Armed with a powerful fragrance and a whip like tongue, she often acts like she is much bigger than her mere 2 pounds of fluff. But she is very capable of being kind and considerate if she would ever make a friend but they would have to put up with her constant sass and wild ideas.
As a solitary creature, she very much dislikes crowds and loud chatter. In response, she will either try to leave as quickly as possible or unleash her more memorable means of communication.
Generally, she is not shy about much of anything and very open to share her opinion with anyone who asks...or is merely around to hear it. Lacking a filter sometimes she can come across as crass and rude, but believe it or not she does not mean to offend. In reality, she would like to please the few who manage to put up with her by making them laugh or bolstering them up when they feel down. The sound of laughter or general joy is pure music to her and if she can she would rather hear that than any other sound in the world.
As a solitary creature, she very much dislikes crowds and loud chatter. In response, she will either try to leave as quickly as possible or unleash her more memorable means of communication.
Generally, she is not shy about much of anything and very open to share her opinion with anyone who asks...or is merely around to hear it. Lacking a filter sometimes she can come across as crass and rude, but believe it or not she does not mean to offend. In reality, she would like to please the few who manage to put up with her by making them laugh or bolstering them up when they feel down. The sound of laughter or general joy is pure music to her and if she can she would rather hear that than any other sound in the world.
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