AGHRA, wip

[raven]

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NAME.
Aghra Cousiline Firenze
GENDER.
Female
AGE.
Seven years
CLASS.
Serf
MONARCHY.
Western

APPEARANCE.
Ahgra's most intimidating part of her ensemble is her appearance. Even toms cannot match her size usually, the female rather sleek in body length, but she has the muscle to match it. Long white whiskers arch from a delicately crafted face, her nose a dark pink surrounded by black that arches under her lips. Her underpelt, gliding underneath her stomach, is a little longer in length than the rest of her fur, and the whitest in color, though one can only wonder how it stays white all the time. Her paws are massive compared to most, and usually speckled in dust from rough traveling. Though her size and general stature, proud and haughty, is intimidating, her beauty makes her stand out, though she doesn't flaunt it. It's hard not to notice the white pelt speckled with clear black spots, like an inverted night sky. It's a clear, unbroken set of black stars against a white backdrop, from the tips of her very long ears to the end of her tail.

Her stature is mostly seen as haughty, as I've said before. That is because she doesn't bow her head. There is no honor in that, and the feline has age to call on most others. She has seven years of experience on her head. From the tufts of those straight ears, to the end of her long, agile tail, she stands proud even in the worst of weather. Her teeth are gleaming, though only slightly yellowed from blood. After all, in one's long years, one must defend one's self. A few scars mar the back of her hip on the right side, three long, vile lines that have never had fur since, making them stand out against her fur.
PERSONALITY.
A sadness lingers in this feline's eyes, deep and unseated, but happiness plays at her lips. She is warm and welcome to all that crosses her path, friend or foe, as age often either hardens or softens the heart. In this case, it has softened to the point of general goo.
HISTORY.

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