Ariais Angel - feline femme

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Ariais Full name - Ariais Angel Gender - Female. Age - 19. Pack|Status - None. Colour (Base) - pale blue. Markings - Pure white clouds and silver threads throughout her coat, silver wings. One grey cloud marking upon forehead. Possessions � None. Eye colour - Clear, misty grayish blue. Build - Tall and lean. Personality - Headstrong, slightly impatient, forceful at times. Likes to do things for herself. Pet - None. Mate - None. Offspring - None. Parents - Unknown. Siblings - Two unknown sisters.

Beyond any doubt, she was a beautiful feline. Her soft pelt was a gentle cerulean shade, but unlike a normal kougra, she did not have stripes. It was white clouds that lightly dotted her coat, as if blown in by some gentle breeze and suspended on the soft sky blue background. Less noticeable but still adding to her beauty were the pale silvery threads as thin as a spider�s web, which were etched through the pale azure and fluffy ivorn. Her eyes were like fine mist, clear as a morning sky. But the most striking of her features were her wings. Silvery features arched elegantly over her back, quivering slightly in the wind, spanning her length from muzzle to tail-tip. She was traveling, roaming alone with very little aim. There was a definite impatient side to the female Kougra, a side of her which would not let her be content in a quite life as the perfect daughter of two noble Kougras, as the beautiful older sister of two admiring sisters. The road stretched ahead, complete freedom � the way she liked it. Ariais was angel of the air, admired and welcomed wherever she roamed. She so loved the attention she received� but as yet, something had kept her moving. Something had caused her not to stay in one place, to leave the admiring crowds for her solitary life on the road. Deep within her, something stirred. Ariais padded through the band of trees, able to see the forests on either side of her. She was taller than many of her kind, taking after her father, and it gave her a good field of vision. As far as she could make out, her narrow band of forest was a mix of the trees from either one to the sides. One side of the forest was thick and foreboding, all but lightless, and although in its air a shade of deep mystery intrigued her, she was no fool. Ariais could smell the blood and the danger in there. The other forest on the opposite side was a normal mix of everyday flora, and held no interest whatsoever for the Kougress. She had been and been in a hundred forests before � they did not tend to change much. Besides, Ariais had caught faint scents and sounds earlier whilst hunting a hare. Each forest to either side of her was habited, and she had recognized the tone of the voices and nature of the scents. Lupine, for sure. She had traveled far and wide and knew the signs of the different species well� she was not quite as innocent as her looks would make out. But it was a fairly easy task to determine their were two separate packs in the two forests. It was strange to find two packs so close to one another, each claiming their own territory. Best to steer clear of both until she knew the score between them. There wen�t enough marks here to indicate frequent habitation, though Ariais was quick to notice details, both small and large. A pawprint there, clawmark here, disturbed flower here, bruised fern there. A blackened burnt patch, not too far away from the ashen skeleton of a young shrub. Fire had lightly touched this forest recently. Her scruff bristled slightly, inhaling deeply. Ariais was alert, somehow feeling as if she walked upon No Man�s Land. She was. Well, she never did back down from a challenge, even if it was unseen and unspoken. She moved by paw, to seek shelter for the warmer but windy daylight hours under the trees. Her hare kill had filled her and she was content, ready for sleeping now. Settling for a low tree branch, Ariais opened her wings and flew up to a suitable perch. Fussing and rearranging her wings, she nuzzled them down into place until she was content with the job, the wings tucked neatly along her spine. She had flown for the last time. A normal wild animal in normal circumstances will smell fire and flee far before they are trapped in a dangerous situation. But Ariais Angel�s situation occurred like this. As the wind blew the flames towards the unsuspecting Kougra, they consumed a patch of thick-stemmed flowers with bright orange petals. These Jean the Healer of the Fire Eagles pack often used in a boiled mix as a sleep inducing remedy. As the strong autum winds caught the ash of the flowers it whipped it around, carrying the dusty harmless specks along the faintest plume of smoke. Far before the flames the ash flew, carried by the very air that the sleeping Kougra ahead unsuspectingly was breathing. Without knowing what a fateful activity such a natural process was about to become, in her sleep Ariais continued the unconscious act of inhaling and exhaling. She breathed in the fumes released by the flowers now long gone, as the fringes of smoke drifted lazily above. Because of them, she would not wake until a well alight, partially melted vine became wrapped around her neck and face. The yowl of pain shot through the trees, leaping to her paws even as the flames ate through her tree�s branch and sent her crashing to the ground. Falling and all but blinded by the smoke, Ariais screamed aloud, the vine eating into her flash, the pain unbearable, driving her mad. Scrabbling in uttermost desperation she scratched wildly at her face, claws unsheathed. She did not have any opportunity to right her fall and find her feet for a paws-first landing. She landed on her side in flaming leaf litter. The pain nearly consumed her, flames licking along her feathered wings, but somehow she forced it down, found herself on her paws and running as she never had before. The forest around her was alight. The vine burnt itself deeper and deeper into her flesh. She ran until the pain became blurred with the terror and everything faded into a pale white mist. No longer able to focus her senses into comprehending the world around her, her left forepaw caught a stray root and she fell, tumbling headfirst into a shallow depression in the ground. Torn, burnt wings spread helplessly over her back in her body�s final attempt at protecting her � then she was unconscious, slow smoldering vine still wrapped around her face. It was not so much later the near-freezing sleet marking the onset of winter washed over her. Winter, when it was, had been, mid autum. The icy rain pelted the scorched Kougress, its force dragging the vine embedded in her face away, washing over bloodied blisters and raw flesh. Four paws halted as a muzzle located the from form of the feline. Lupine muzzle was raised, unheeding of the freezing rain, calling. Two more hindpaws � strong, wiry, ivorn � appeared beside the other four. A blunt muzzle sniffed at the once beautiful Kougra femme. When the one known as Ariais Angel awoke, nothing would be the same.