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Butch

(#64014727)

She/Her

Sammy

Desert Strangler

Energy: 49 50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Effect

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

5.6 m

Wingspan

6.02 m

Weight

398.75 kg

Genetics

Umber
Savanna

Clay
Trail

Clay
Stained

Hatchday

Sep 21, 2020
(4 years)

Breed

Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Light
Common

Level 25 Wildclaw

Max Level

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Bill
Oakley

Offspring

none

Biography

Butch

Rancher

Tough -- Strict -- Strong

Ain’t nobody accuse Butch of bein’ soft.

Tough as iron, they say, sharp as a bowl full o’ nails. Muscles ripplin’ under her hide, a strength in every step, the lay of her gaze unflinchin’ ‘gainst nothin’ but the sun. She hauls round sacks of grain like buckets of feathers, throwin’ up the fine wooden beams of buildin’s like nobody’s business. Her tongue is just as tough, a lick of fire for anyone out of line. She’s fine, too, feathers all prim and pretty. Many a filly been tryin’ to find what makes her tick.

Maybe it’s the grit of it all, the wildness of the frontier itself. Each day dawnin’ with untold dangers, snakes coilin’ midst the grass, but the promise of somethin’ independent. Somethin’ great and echoin’ and so damn free. Free to be herself, free to be her soul. Find her ridin’ into dusk, yowlin’ with the rest o’ the riders and ranchers, racin’ ‘round like a kiddo again. Ha! Watch her stride, so confident and bold, makin’ everyone look up from their cards when she stomps on in the saloon. She knows who she is, what she is, and ain’t nobody gonna make her feel low-down.

No sir! She’s proud of who she is, proud enough to bellow when her darlin’ comes round, makes her blush and blather, gets her lookin’ down and kicking the dirt she’s so shy. And that gaze of steel, well, it melts like ice on the plain. Her shoulders slacken into another hug ‘round that love of hers and she knows it, knows it true - ain’t nothin’ she adores more.

Ain’t nobody accuse Butch of bein’ soft.

(To her face, anyhow!)

"You muss one hair on her head, cowboy, you hit the dirt."

Butch keeps a healthy hoard on the outside. Gold, steel, nothin' soft and sentimental. But, if you somehow make it beyond (Bless you! She'll snap you in half if she finds you, cowboy!) you'll find her collection of what her darlin' has given. Soft memories collect under the surface of the pretty momentos, the hand-sewn blankets, the lovely letters. She keeps it all close at hand, close to her heart, and protects it all behind a mask so ain't nobody gonna break what she holds most dear.

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Bio written by Sensitivepigeon.
Art by RubyZoisite.

Art by myself

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