Post by Daine on Jan 3, 2007 16:59:05 GMT -5
Panther
When in panther form, Daine is as black a sin. Each minute hair is brushed in glossy ink, a color so dark that it almost appears to have a blue sheen. It is a solid iridecense, 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. But perhaps the most arresting feature Daine possesses in her wild cat form 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 Daine.
Vampire
Like a carnivorous flower, Daine draws humans into her killing range with of her natural beauty. This assists greatly in feeding, sometimes making it to easy for her liking. Hair the color of raven feathers tumble in soft curls down to the small of her back, complimented by the same molten amber eyes seen in her panther form. Her lips are full and lucious, adding to the illusion of innocence that surrounds her. Her skin is like porcelian- smooth and soft to the touch with a creamy complextion. It is unnaturally cold, 30 degrees to be excact. This is a flaw that she loaths, for it drives away her food even faster than her beauty can attract.
Her clan was relatively well known and highly respected. Her father was a large man, 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. Daine 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 loner.
Daine's father murdered the beast, avenging her daughter’s honor, 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 vampires her own age began to shy away from her in public, not wishing to be tainted by association.
Daine 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.