Of a Demon in My View

[Demon]

^{From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were- I have not seen
As others saw- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow, I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone
Then- in my childhood- in the dawn
Of a most stormy night
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery that binds me still
From the red cliff of the mountain-
From the torrent or the fountain-
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In it's autumn tint of gold
From the lighting of the sky
As it passed me flying by-
From the thunder, and the storm-
And the clouds that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.}

<sup>Name: Zyana

Gender: Femme

Tribe: Shouten Tribe

Species: Panther

Age: 4 years

Appearence: How does one describe the epitome of the panther race? Zyana is as black a sin. Each minute hair is brushed in glossy ink, a colour so dark that it almost appears to have a blue sheen. It is a solid colour, devoid of dots, splotches or rosettes, and is not tainted by markings of white. She holds no scars; for to gain scars one must be foolish enough to allow an opponent close proximity. Her body is slender and lanky, layered in muscle. Her shape is well defined and in proportion. She exudes power and good living, with her rib cage smoothly concealed by a decent amount of healthy flesh. Zyana’s face is often a picture of vacancy. Little emotion is allowed upon her aloof façade, unless of course she is snarling or giving a mocking smirk. But perhaps the most arresting feature Zyana’s possesses is her eyes. They are a deep, expressive amber, golden pools that never fail to convey the thoughts and feelings stirring behind Zyana’s guarded mask. These eyes can insight fear, lust and a myriad other emotions with just a single look. They are deadly, yet they are often the only way of understanding the alluring enigma that is Zyana.

Personality: On first glance Zyana can be misleading. Although she rarely displays emotion this does not mean that her features are harsh and cruel. No, Zyana often looks a vision of sweetness and seduction. Yet do not be fooled. Zyana is a killer, and not just of fluffy little bunnies. Her aim in life is to scale the heights of big cat hierarchy. She is deceitful (to a point), manipulative and vastly intelligent. She will murder any who oppose her without a seconds hesitation, even those she has deemed a companion. She is bloodthirsty and power hungry and will do anything in her power to get that which she desires. She will surround herself with those that she can bend to her will and she will unashamedly use them like pawns on a chess board. Zyana radiates sexuality and she uses this to her advantage. While she has been known to enjoy the act of copulation on the rare occasion she mostly just uses it to draw in the males of her species, feeding their carnal hunger as she insinuates herself into their lives. She puts on a good act for them, making all the right noises, yet more often than not her mind is filled with belittling thoughts and the underlying urge to tear the male to shreds. All in all Zyana is mystery, one that will keep you guessing till the end of your days.

History: Zyana was not born a ruthless pregnant dog, as most would assume. In fact, she was rather pleasant when she was young. She enjoyed life to the fullest, energetic and quick to learn. She was always exploring, whether it be with the cats her own age or by herself. As long as she was doing something active then she was content.
Her clan was relatively well known and highly respected. Her father was a large panther, strong, intelligent and intimidating. Her mother was calm and quick witted, and although she held no rank to speak of she was pleased with her life. Zyana inherited the greatest attributes from both of them and was, in her own right, a formidable creature even at a young age. This was not widely known though, for she’d had no cause to use her powerful traits up until the day she was raped by a passing rogue.
Zyana’s father murdered the beast, avenging her daughter’s honour, yet it did not save her image in the rest of the clan’s eyes. To them she was soiled, fit for no one. It was unfair and unjust, but the cats her own age began to shy away from her in public, not wishing to be tainted by association.
Zyana had never been one to indulge in self pity, nor did she pine for what was lost. Instead she used it to her advantage, quickly learning the type of power a female could wield if she was wise. When adult eyes were busy elsewhere the males would flock to her, for she was still attractive and now held a forbidden appeal. With cunning seduction she lured them in, teasing them, driving them mad with their desires. They were helpless, succumbing to her will without ever realizing they were doing so.
In time she took her revenge. Methodically she ruined each and every one of them, ripping their lives to shreds and belittling them so that even their parents could no longer look them in the eyes. Once her havoc had been wreaked she stalked off into the distance, leaving her birth clan alone with the stinging memory of her presence. She had tasted power, had basked in it and was determined to once again feel it again.

*Picture: I'll work on getting a picture later...

*Extra Comments: Yay for potential character developement!</sup>

[Shukensha]

Accepted, welcome

[Demon]

^{Thank you.}