Name: Icearia
Breed: Grasslands parduseros
Age: Cub
Personality: Iceria is a serious cub due to her rigorous training from the day she could walk, she understands that one day she will be the top predator in these lands and that she will be Queen of the Grasslands. She takes her training seriously and always pleases her parents at her evaluations on the inside though she is still a cub and just wants to play.
Likes: She loves to learn but their is a point where she will refuse to learn anymore and its best not to push her. She likes to feel strong and its best if you dont call her weak. She likes being just called Ice as she thinks her real name is to long.
Dislikes: She dislikes being called weak and will growl at anyone who chooses to do so. She hates being pushed into something she doesnt want to do and will retaliate if she is. She doesnt like her societies system.
The Parduseros species and Icerias desighn belongs solely to RainingDarkness but if you try to take it I may sic my Wolves on you and Save them the trouble. >:)
Cute and Cuddly but Fierce.
Story is Mine steal at own Risk!
I am Ice, my whole life I have been trained to become the queen i will one day be. Most of my mentors call me Iceria but I dont like that name and will ignore you if you use it. My mentors call me stubborn but what they don't realize is that all I want to do is be a child again. I dont want to learn combat skill when I'm just learning to walk. How is that fair to me, and all they think about is training up the next generation.
Many of our cubs die each year because they where trained to hard or trained to young, why should we die so they can live in comfort knowing that should they not be able to defend themselves we would be able to. My training is brutal, first thing in the morning they make me get up and go running "to wake up" they say. After that we go derectly to combat training then only after we finish all this are we allowed a break.
I vow one day I will get strong enough to take on this system and help cubs like myself break out of this endless cycle. My name is Ice and this is my story.......
"Iceria, get out of bed now!" yelled my mother eager to start morning training. I sat up a gave my back a stiff lick and got up groaning about the unfairness of it all. Why did we have to train for we all would at some piont be on our own and then the training would be useless. I would endure it anyway because I we were forced to and also because at time I did like the training.
It made me feel strong and I liked feeling like that, sometimes though mom tried to push us too hard. This was when I put my foot down. Today was one of those day and evidently mum had woke up on the wrong side ok the bed because she pushed us to train long and hard. I finally collapsed and refused to move my blind spot hurt a little probably from the cold but I wasnt going to move. "I have had enough." I said.
"Get up now!" roared my mom and I flinched.
"No I'm done for today," I said continuing to lay there.
"Fine no food for you today!" she bellowed then she continued trainig the others.
As if that would bother me I had gone plenty of times without food for refusing to do anymore training so it wouldnt be much Of a bother to me now.
I went back to my den laid down and promptly feel asleep knowing I would feel better when I woke. While I was asleep I dreamed about running away but that would do me no good because at this piont I wouldnt survive alone. When I woke up I felt refreshed and though my mum wasnt forcing me I went outside and went for a run. As the cold night air flew threw my fur I wondered what my future would be like.
