Paddy, Siamese Cat kin |
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Name: Paddy Paddy is able to claw and dig her way through virtually any substance, be it flesh, wood, or dirt. Her gigantic claws grew when she matured, and never quite went back to their smaller more domestic-cat state. She cannot retract them on her feet, so she tends to leave gouge marks and incidental damage in soft materials. Her hands are unable to easily feel with these big claws, so she tends to just not try and pick anything delicate up, since she won't likely hold on to it carefully enough not to break. However with her clawed feet, even though non-retractable, she is able to grip and balance remarkably well and can hold on to surfaces or branches, beams or whatever else (until it's clawed through) and thus stand up to a massive enemy with ease Obviously her claws are her best offense and defense, and anyone stupid enough to come up close will feel their sting. She packs a very strong punch - or scratch as the case may be, and if she gets prey or an enemy close enough to wrap her arms around in a 'hug', it's toast: those feet will 'bunny kick' at it and pretty much that's all folks, it will be in shreds even if it's heavily armored. She is also known to use those feet to loosen dirt in an area where she's hunting, so that deer or warthogs will become mired and she can pounce on them effectively *** Paddy was originally living among a 'semi feral' group, a gang, in a run-down city on a Human world. Her group had generally speaking been formed of offspring of servants and house workers, but a few were the children of 'pit fighters' - Paddy, one of those. Her parents did not have such strangely huge claws, but knew how to use theirs, escaping into the slums. She did try her hand at those pit fights, but once the humans caught on that she was some kind of weirdly mutated type, they marked her for removal and tried several times before successfully capturing her and moving her to Planet Twenty. Even if she wasn't raised by gangmembers, she would have been as angry as anything on waking up - they'd kept her sedated during the entire trip. Her presence in the group that landed was marked by one of the only times that human guards were used to escort a prisoner off the drop pod. They just wanted to make extra sure she remained where they put her. The other prisoners on that drop ship kept well away from her as she groggily woke, but also long after, and not just because she was surly and quite dangerous. It was that a very large brown dragon that simply appeared out of absolutely nowhere, dropping to the ground, and silently making herself known to the feline. Jyliith would only speak mentally to her rider, with an added menacing grumble similar to her rider's tone. They would be together on the forest and plains, finding refuge among the rocks and caves near the Plateau but not quite within the tribes there. When the call for dragons and feline Kin went out though, for that extra special 'festival'... She showed up and took a good look around at the rather fine males, as her female brown also did. A queen-sized off-gendered type, with a queen-in-heat for a rider, oh boy. *more below* |
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It had been a fun year or so with her partner Jyliith learning the locations they would fly over, spotting dangers, spotting thrills that were just waiting to happen. One day however, she also spotted something else lurking in the tall grass near an encampment of hyena kin. The dragon and rider watched as this little winged cat-like creature crept up behind a tent, snuck down under the flap, and emerged with an entire leg of deer in its mouth before flashing into the air and vanishing. "It can teleport?" Paddy said, "can you follow?" With a brief glance around, faceted eyes changing colors with the perception, Jyliith gave a mental affirmation, and Paddy gripped her neck as gently as she could. The dragon's dorsal ridge was ragged before she arrived to Planet Twenty, it was slightly more ragged right there on her shoulder ridge from Paddy's clawed grip - but claimed, since it didn't really bleed and wasn't so sensitive that she cared, Paddy could dig through it and make a loop to hold on, if she really wanted. She flew, didn't teleport, to where this little creature now sat on the other side of a tree-covered hill and was halfway through a deep bite of that hardly-earned meat. The dragon landed carefully, but was obvious to that creature. Thing is, he just looked at them, muzzle covered in still-bloody deer. Y'want some? It's not big enough for you, he indicated the dragoness, but I can share if you want? Paddy appraised this act and reaction with a slow nod. "Yeah I'm kinda hungry, I got questions though..." |
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