Nickname: ''Exitium Offerentis''

Gender: Damsel

Age: 3

Build:

Solikha is a full-figured, slender damsel. Her proportions are remote and built for dexterity whilst her narrow snout and tapered lobes give her a foxy appeal. Her pelt is rampant and threadlike, colored in a darkened, nightlike color whilst some parts of her coat have softer hues of sable. Her irises have a characteristic tint of cardinal, it's a nearly pomelo-hue pattern that makes her seem more horrendous. Solikha has a rasping, assertive feminine voice. And her odor is of burnt wood.

Persona:

Solikha has a snakelike character. Reserved, cunning, and disingenuous, Solikha embodies madness and abhorrence in her heart. Despite, her fascinating interior and perhaps, cordial salutations, her intent can be more ominous than her silver tongue. Her mind is meritorious and shrewd, knowing what's best and what's not, what resolution to bear, and what resolution to circumvent. She is poised in her strides and unruffled in her determination. Her silhouette emits volumes in the stillness, thundering her name across the reigning motherlands.

Status: Outcast

Abilities:

Solikha can decide, determine and exploit the causes of death, allowing her to choose and handle when, how, where, and why someone dies and even induce the circumstances.

settled in the heathland onto the molten cobblestone, solikha with a faltering, spiritless gaze, adjusted her established position. it exhausted her to bode in this, overt, forsaken motherland. meandering back and forth with no destination. hunting and weathering by pattern brought her no excitement or amusement anymore. it was all so arid and tiring.

''hmm,'' she'd chant, in a humble, enchanting tone, rubicund irises like the one of a falcon, tailed the circling pair of ravens soar so gracefully above her.

they mesmerized her and they felt mesmerized by her. pursuing and chaperoning her in her hunts, sometimes even feasting with the damsel. like companions, solikha never had. even if they seemed bewildered by her chants and utters, they perched nearby for the least bit of reassurance and solace.

but solikha didn't get effusive over it, thrashing her tassel, her gaze ebbed away from the ravens, regardless.

although settled on the cobblestone rock, the damsel with a brisk inhale nibbled an unfamiliar odor hovering from the south of the heathland, where the forestry had begun to blossom.

and what piqued her to ascend on her mitts, was the cluelessness of the odor.

it wasn't of a mammal, or particularly, a mammal that solikha would hunt. it was somewhat alike hers. pungent and just stirring. solikha could assume it was a canine, her class. meandering far from her. in the chasms of the biome.

and despite it prompting her. solikha hadn't encountered a canine, in centuries for that matter. not because of her loathing for them, but no canine seemed inquisitive to traverse around these motherlands, in search of what? famine? demise?

this motherland fitted her because of that. not to harm the innocent. and who came to the grounds of perish, hunted for death itself.

''hmph,'' the drawl of her voice crooned in the lethal stillness before her leap was noticed by the soaring ravens. and whilst, they did not trail after the mistress, her nimble and blistering physique was like a lightning bashing through the bleary welkin, ascertaining how powerful and spry solikha really was.

but regardless of the guise of her resilience, they were flummoxed as to why the mistress fled so quickly. vanishing into the forestry overdrawn by the gloaming of the looming groves.

(sorry for the hella late response haha)