~The Darklanders ЯP~

Name Salina
tribe the tribe of the mountains
rank soldier
gender female
personality Salina is very secretive, but also quick to anger. She mainly keeps to herself and wishes others would do the same. A hardened warrior, she rarely let's her emotions show except for burning fury. Fiercely protective of her home, she will never be a traitor, as long as you know which side shes on.
appearance Salina is a rather short, but sturdily built tiger cross. She is very muscular for a women. Long, luscious blonde locks of blonde hair highlighted with pink cascades to her hips. Her tiger markings are somewhat muted by the human in her, meaning her skin is a beautiful light orange cream colar striped with light grey. She also has a tail, and gas the ability to leap great distances. Her hands are small, but her nails are always kept wickedly sharp and are a dark ebony color, reminiscent of claws. She has a stubborn chin, slanted cheekbones and pointed ears. Her eyes are a startling orange that seems to rip into you. Delicate eyebrows are covered by her thick bangs, which shade her face. Her teeth are pointed, and she emits a fierce growl when irritated. Her general stance us one of a hardened warrior, and she dresses practically. She prefers to carry daggers. She keeps 8 in the arm sheaths strapped to her arm, in addition to many others hidden. A thick leather belt holds several more, and the belt is slung across her thin, flexible leggings. She wears a thin white shirt most of the time, and it's edges protrude from under the belt. Around her neck is a mysterious amulet that is left better unasked.
 
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"Retreat!" yelled Ulrich as McKinnon began to thrash his tail violently, all suffering several painful swings as they fled. Dion continued to grasp onto the beast with the same death grip, and sank his long sharpened blade up into the roof of his mouth. He let out a war-cryish grunt whilst fighting for his life.

McKinnon finally let go of Dion and flung him high into a tree, leaving him with near fatal wounds. He took a step backwards, still shaking his head in distress and lunged blindly at the retreating Hooliqigos.

With the last of his energy, Dion threw a throwing knife so deep into the back of McKinnon's neck it could barely be seen anymore. He then waited on his branch, exhausted.

Ulrich and his group slid themselves away from the dragon and stopped, a mass amount of snow billowing up from their mount's feet and into the air momentarily shielding them from view.
 
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McKinnon finally let go of Dion and flung him high into a tree, leaving him with near fatal wounds. He took a step backwards, still shaking his head in distress and lunged blindly at the retreating Hooliqigos.

With the last of his energy, Dion threw a throwing knife so deep into the back of McKinnon's neck it could barely be seen anymore. He then waited on his branch, exhausted.

Ulrich and his group slid themselves away from the dragon and stopped, a mass amount of snow billowing up from their mount's feet and into the air momentarily shielding them from view.

McKinnon howled in pain and his front legs buckled. He keeled over onto his side and lay writhing in the snow, his blood staining it red. One of his wings unfolded across the snow, the claw on his forearm digging into the earth.
 
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With the last of his energy, Dion threw a throwing knife so deep into the back of McKinnon's neck it could barely be seen anymore. He then waited on his branch, exhausted.

Ulrich and his group slid themselves away from the dragon and stopped, a mass amount of snow billowing up from their mount's feet and into the air momentarily shielding them from view.

McKinnon howled in pain and his front legs buckled. He keeled over onto his side and lay writhing in the snow, his blood staining it red. One of his wings unfolded across the snow, the claw on his forearm digging into the earth.

As the swirl of snow died down, Gustave thundered and heaved his throwing spear into the side of the dragon's thick neck. Though it punctured deep through his skin painfully, it wasn't nearly as sunken into his body as the knife. Just in case of a trick, the whole group stood their ground.
 
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McKinnon howled in pain and his front legs buckled. He keeled over onto his side and lay writhing in the snow, his blood staining it red. One of his wings unfolded across the snow, the claw on his forearm digging into the earth.

As the swirl of snow died down, Gustave thundered and heaved his throwing spear into the side of the dragon's thick neck. Though it punctured deep through his skin painfully, it wasn't nearly as sunken into his body as the knife. Just in case of a trick, the whole group stood their ground.

A small whimper escaped through McKinnon's jaws against his will as the spear pierced his scales but the moment it was out he regretted it, Sadon had taught him to never show fear. Never. He knew he was beaten so he stayed put, his yellow eyes watched the ground surrounding him, narrowed slightly but non-threatening.
 
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As the swirl of snow died down, Gustave thundered and heaved his throwing spear into the side of the dragon's thick neck. Though it punctured deep through his skin painfully, it wasn't nearly as sunken into his body as the knife. Just in case of a trick, the whole group stood their ground.

A small whimper escaped through McKinnon's jaws against his will as the spear pierced his scales but the moment it was out he regretted it, Sadon had taught him to never show fear. Never. He knew he was beaten so he stayed put, his yellow eyes watched the ground surrounding him, narrowed slightly but non-threatening.

Gustave then aimed and shot an arrow from his bow, having it sink into the front of his neck and stab at his throat.
 
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A small whimper escaped through McKinnon's jaws against his will as the spear pierced his scales but the moment it was out he regretted it, Sadon had taught him to never show fear. Never. He knew he was beaten so he stayed put, his yellow eyes watched the ground surrounding him, narrowed slightly but non-threatening.

Gustave then aimed and shot an arrow from his bow, having it sink into the front of his neck and stab at his throat.

(Don't kill him
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McKinnon growled through his teeth as the blood dripped onto the snow, his tail twitching in the snow behind him.
 

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