Personality Description
Ivy.
She is like the plant she is named after: beautiful, yet poisonous at the same time. The Striped and Shadebane Lucian has always been sneaky, distrustful of others...especially males. Past experience, past contacts with males have ended in disaster. A lesson has been pounded into her head: stay away from those males.
Ah, and when the night falls, the stars rise, and the sun sets, Ivy rules the night. The Lucian is skilled in the arts of thievery and guerilla warfare though she rarely put those skills in use. If one were to carefully follow her without being detected, which is near impossible, they would see that Ivy would walk through those moonlit paths, her teal eyes filled with joy.
Shove her into the daylight, though, into the harsh sun-lit world, and she shall resent it. Ivy is a creature of the night, a queen of the shadows. She is not to be chained to that sunny world, where the heat pounds on your fur, where the birds sing their raucous songs. She is to be free in the night, to be free in the cool and soft caress of the night breeze, to hear the hushed song of the crickets and owl and the rustle of grass.
Ivy hated her fur. Her bright green fur, streaked with another, lighter green. It didn't fit into the shadows, didn't fit with her lifestyle. It belonged to the thunderous day world, that world she loathed. If she could have changed its color, it would have been a smooth black that blended perfectly into the dusk.
Beautiful and poisonous, soft and secretive like a blooming black tulip, all this was rolled into one. It was the night's beauty, it was Ivy.
Ivy's Story
Running...the patter of paws coming after her...
Betrayed! She had been betrayed! The Lucian growled curses under her breath, sharp hatred rising in her. It wouldn't be long now until they found her and took back what was their's.
Never. Run, slip out through a tunnel. Vow revenge and escape to the welcoming night air...
He will pay for this. He will pay with his life.
Ivy awoke to the sound of the crickets, her fur wet with the dew that had gathered. The sun was setting, thank goodness. She squinted against the last of the dying rays, slowly getting up. The bright green Lucian briefly streatched, watching the fireflies beginning to flutter out of the trees. Ivy contently sighed, relaxing. This was her realm now. She ruled the night. As Ivy briskly walked in no particular direction, she reminded herself to snatch some tidbit from a stand to eat.
~*~
The Town of Nabias was silent, the only sound came from the gurgling stream that trickled through the thick stone. Ivy peered through the store windows, licking her lips at all the delicious food that was up for display.
"Ivy?"
That voice! Ivy whirled around, a snarl forming on her lips.
Him. He was a timid looking Lucian, with an admirable Warrior coat, his feeble smile barely visible in the dark. "You." Ivy spat. "You didn't learn did you?"
The male seemed suddenly alarmed at this and stepped back, sweat condensing on his handsome black pelt. "I...That was the past. Can't we...make up?"
She struck like lightning. In an instant, the male was pinned to the ground, Ivy's fangs at his throat. "After what you did to me? Fat chance. Betrayal isn't forgiven easily." She glowered at him before snapping, "What are you doing here? Did your masters kick you out?" Ivy said the last sentance with great contempt, her teal eyes narrowing in hate.
"No, no." The male quesily smiled. "I patrol the area around here..."
"Oh really? So the dog gets a bone for serving his master. How quaint. Exchange friendship for a pat on the back." She suddenly jumped off him, an aloof air around her.
The male gasped for breath. Ivy had been sitting on his chest. "We were friends and we still are, aren't we?" He wheezed.
Ivy's hackles rose. "Don't you ever call us friends, traitor!"
Sensing that he might have pushed it, the male stumbled back. "I suppose I-I should move on?"
Ivy did not answer. She was already disappearing back to the shadows, soon fading out of view. The male felt relief flood through him as he slowly continued his patrol. He was lucky to have his throat intact...
~*~
Ivy returned to that meadow, trying to sleep. Sleep did not come though, and memories kept invading her mind...all the times she had with that idiot, all the laughter they shared...
"He's a traitor." Ivy growled at herself. "So what if he loved me? It means nothing!" With a half-hearted swipe at the grass, Ivy stared at the silent shadows, feeling alone for the first time.
She finally fell asleep when dawn came, lulled into the dreamless darkness by the birds' song.
I forgot to post the prizes! Let me add them up there.
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