{ THK : Yamile } TEMPORARY

<sub>FINALLY updated Yamile's full fledge adult ref <33
She now has longer hair and tail, as well as some additions to her accessories! *v*

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   <sub>Name :  Yamilé  { ya-Meel }
   Full Name :  Yamilé ya Pili

   ∙   Origin :  Swahili
   ∙     Meaning :  'My Beautiful Second Born Daughter'

    Monikers :  Only her family and those of close to her calls her by pet names ;v;

   ∙       Pili
   ∙           Mili   { Huseina's invention }
   ∙               Mile   { Mchanga's reestablishment }

   Age :  36 Moons
   Gender :  Cheetess  ♀
    Light Of Birth :  Midsummer  -  29th Moon

   Species :  Isabelline Acinonyx Jubatus  ᴀᴋᴀ  'Cream Cheetah'
   Height :  80 cm
   Weight :  35 kg
   Scent :  Soft summer breeze with the mild prickly fragrance of Impala Lilies. 

   Tribe :  Sunning Rock
   Rank :  Sentry
   Mentor : Kafil
   Tyro :  -


   Orientation :  Hetero-Demisexual
   Mate :  Mateless</sub>

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 <sub>{  Adornments  }
Yamilé’s accessories were made by her mother and each of them has their sole purposes, they were not meant just for decorative purposes.

∙ ❁ ∙    Secretary Bird Feathered Impala Lily Barrette   ∙ ❁ ∙    
There are 2 Impala Lilies tied together with 3 Secretary Bird Feathers that Yamilé ties behind each of her ears. These are used for intoxication purposes. 

∙ ❁ ∙   White Scarf Encased With A Red Pebble & Adorned with Impala Lilies & Secretary Bird Feathers  ∙ ❁ ∙
A white disowned scarf used as a holder and tail warmer for Yamilé, adorned with Impala Lilies and Secretary Bird feathers. A red pebble was recently added onto the decor, it lies right between the lillies, the pebble consists of shades of bright, red, crimson vermillion ; Like sparks of flares burning ever so brilliantly, it is a perfect match for Yamile's eyes. The pebble was a gift Mchanga had given to Yamile, when they both found themselves discovering a cavern paradise from their attempt of summer scorch getaway. Yamile has had the red stone woven onto her scarf for memory keepsake, now that Mchanga has left the tribe.

Impala Lilies contain toxic pollen and latex. A few whiffs of the pollen or a few flicks of her tail is enough to paralyze an adult gazelle, if accidentally consumed, it can cause mild to severe paralysis & inconsistent abdominal pains depending on the amount. It’s poison effects are not deadly ; However, if left uncured – the consequences of suffering lifelong effects may be far more severe than the symptoms and death. Yamilé’s accessories are arrayed with only 2 Impala Lilies each, making it both safe for herself and her victim’s life. Yamilé’s accessories were made for self-defence & offence ; It comes in handy when faced with danger as it will only paralyze and stun her opponents, their lives are spared from danger. Yamilé carries around the cure with her at all times which is – Jewel Weed. If necessary, she will use it to cure the poisoned victim.

The feathers of the Secretary Bird, Saqr-Et-Tair, or Sagittariidae are terrestrial birds of prey, they have the features of a great sniper and the ferocity of a warrior - with the head of an eagle, eyes of a hawk, and long nimble legs of the elegant crane. It’s head is framed with a crown of black quills, it’s rear furnished with an elongated plumage of ebony feathers with snow white tips that extend during flights. The Secretary Bird is known for its striking appearance as well as its hunting techniques. They strike their prey with their long, hooked bill or sharp claws until the prey is completely immobilized or dead. Secretary Birds have high tolerance over poison, therefore the venomous snakes of the Safari do not threaten them ; These snakes are easily conquered by the bird’s sharp talons.</sub>

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<sub>{  The Chita’s Guise  }
Svelte as she is, Yamilé stands at an average height for cheetahs’ of her age. A little shorter and thinner perhaps but nothing near skinny or bonny. She wears a cream shaded coat, decorated with a colourful palette of spots. As the Isabellines are known for their genetic specialty for such vary in colours, it is not a surprise for Yamilé to have so many colours. Yamilé’s long peach cream hair cascades past her shoulder, along with two long curly strands framing her delicate face. Her long hair is usually swayed to one side and has a impala lily barrette behind her ears. She has medium length fur which consists of different shades of light cream to peach orange – her inner sides are usually white-furred. Trailing down her elegant pale neck would be her puffed out curly chest fur ; Yamilé wears a piece of scarf-like accessory on her tail as well. The cheetess walks on lean agile leg ; her tail is also rather eye-catching and is sometimes used to distract her opponents. Her tail is curled around the end and has a particular strand of curl hanging loosely from it. Yamilé’s tail acts as her centre of balance and it is always kept in good shape, recognized weapon she uses for both defence and offence. Yamilé’s not one to care so much of appearances, she makes herself presentable at the very least but nothing more. She’s not the type to fuss over little messy strands of fur or screech when there’s dirt caught on her fur. It is still a question to her standards of neat and tidy though.

Voice :    Exceptionally Normal    ┊    Singing    ┊  

Theme Song :    Nameless

Playlist :
∙    Ib Again - Wish
∙        I Miss You - Wish
∙            Safe & Sound - Lizz               
∙                Wave of Memories - Wish
∙                    Calls Me Home - Shannon Labrie
∙                        Eyes Burning Scarlet - Miyuki Sawashiro
∙                            When The Cicadas Cry - Visionen im Spiegel</sub>

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 <sub>{  Beneath Her Scarlet Hued Orbs  }

                                ┊   Elusive  ┊  Conscientious  ┊   Assiduous  ┊  Meticulous  ┊  Courteous  ┊  Devout  ┊  Tactical  ┊  Helpful   ┊ 
                                  ┊  Unemotional  ┊  Vengeful  ┊  Detached  ┊  Decrepit  ┊  Possessive  ┊  Indomitable  ┊  Independent  ┊ 

Her personality traits were developed since her birth as a second born cub in her coalition. Even as a cub, she has never been one to display emotions easily ; it’s not that she doesn’t want to, but she finds it hard to show those emotions. It was also perhaps because of her perfect littermate sister that she has chosen to go another way to become her sister’s shadow. Her basic personality was changed in order for her to adapt to the sudden changes. Orphaned at the age of 5 moons, Yamilé became independent. She knows that is the only way for her to survive – to put up a mask and hide a part of her behind a shield. She must not show any signs of weakness, spare no chances for those dangers around. Yamilé is naturally a secretive and more introverted feline who has no intentions of either you or herself prying around unnecessary business. You keep your paws to yourself and she’ll keep hers away. She’s also careful and wary of her surroundings most of the time.

Yamilé strives hard to achieve her ‘goal’. She’s diligent, has a strong determination for what she wants to do and she thrives to work hard to succeed. She doesn’t need perfection, but she won’t settle for the least. She will push herself to the limit, going beyond boundaries to bring herself to a newer level. It’s never enough for her if she can’t protect those she loves. She’s lost them once, and she never wants to go through the pain and suffering of losing her loved ones ever again. That is why she has put up a transparent shield around herself, locking her heart and feelings away to prevent herself from becoming too detached in fear of getting hurt again. However, in spite of how Yamilé rarely shows a smile, she's not bitter or grumpy at all towards her tribemates. It might still be hard to her to open up to others now, Yamilé will still reserve her little smiles for those she's grown fond of. Who knows ? You might be the one.

Because of her past, it has led Yamilé to develop a trait of angst in her. She doesn't hold grudges over pitiful matters, but whenever the incident of her past - the betrayal and bloodshed that lead to her coalition's annihilation ; She will never let it go. She has vowed to live on and seek revenge onto her sworn enemy. They had never tried to harm them, but they will never let themselves go down without a fight.

Putting all those aside however, Yamilé is a rather devoted soul. She believes in only what she believes in. Meaning to say, if she’s committed – she stays devoted to it. Like how she has been true to her coalition, the same she will be for her tribe. Chances are that you’d most likely see her fierce garnet eyes with a stoic expression. Yamile’s been dubbed one with an ‘ice queen's mask' ; Chances are as well that you’d only see the courteous side of her, polite yet distanced. Words alone are not enough to describe what Yamilé is really like.</sub>

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               _{{  She Is More Than What Meets The Eye  }}

                              _{┊  Strength 
                              ┊    Agility    
                              ┊        Speed   
                              ┊            Offense  
                              ┊                Defense 
                              ┊                    Endurance  
                              ┊                        Gift Mastery  
                              ┊                            Tactical Ability 
                              ┊                                Diplomatic Skills  
                              ┊                                    Camouflage Skills  
                              ┊                                        Herbal Knowledge}  

_{∙  Allegretto - Moderate Speed
∙  Limber & Agile - Smooth Balancing, Leaps & Jumps
∙  Sharp Eyesight - Able to see clearly of objects in a limited area
∙  Sensitive Hearing - Able to pick up slightest of sounds in a limited area
∙  Sharp Instinct & Critical Thinking Abilities
∙  Immunity To Poison
∙  Will To Survive
∙  Recessed Physical Strength & Stamina
∙  Prone to illness - Especially vulnerable during winter
∙  Astraphobic - Fear of Thunderstorms
∙  Pyrophobic - Fear of Fire}

_{Yamilé is average in physical size - a little bit below the average line perhaps, but she’s swift and passably fast for her age. She can pick up the slightest of sounds and details within a boundary given her sensitive hearing and she can leap into the sky or on to a tree or boulder within seconds. Her tail is her center of balance, therefore her tail is always kept well groomed and maintained in good shape. On her paws resides sharp, curved claws which enable her to cling onto something easily to gain gravitation and stability. Her strength and endurance are limited but her will to survive and thrive on is not. Her critical thinking enables her to survive extreme encounters. What she lacks in physical strength is made equal with her mental abilities ; She’s what you least expected with her wild and untamed tendencies. Her ways of attack and defence is much different from what is taught in a usual tribe, making it difficult to predict her next move. She’s a fast thinker and comes up with strategies and tactics that enables her to make use of her own abilities and expose it to its maximum potential. During her days with her coalition, these cheetahs have been in constant contact with venomous plants and animals, thus making their bodies able to withstand high concentrate levels of poison. However, Yamilé is prone to illness and her immunity is especially weak and vulnerable during winter. Her health state is easily affected and thrown off balance if she doesn't take care of herself. Thunderstorms and fires are Yamilé’s absolute Achilles’ heels. The trauma left behind in the young cheetess’ mind and heart can lead her to disastrous conditions ; affecting both her physical and mental stability - Severe hyperventilating issues and inconsistent migraine pains may occur in the event of remembering the past events that connect with the death of her loved ones. Such symptoms occur if any of her fears are triggered or met – under normal circumstances; she remains composed at most times.}

_{Gift : Gift of Captured Light}

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<sub>{  Et. Cetéra  }
∙  Mildly sadistic and apathetic under certain circumstances when emotions at stake.
∙  It is almost impossible to see her with a smile on her face regardless of sincere or fake due to the scar left behind in her memory.
∙  Her expression is just naturally stoic and nonchalant. But they do vary more often now that she's bonded with her tribe more.
∙  Yamilé can swim. But she does not do so unless she most certainly, positively, absolutely has to. She does NOT like swimming.
∙  Yamilé has a tendency to curl up into a ball. No matter the occasion. It makes her feel safe and secure.
∙  Do NOT touch her tail. Unless you’re a cub.
∙  Yamilé likes small snakes and birds. She's used to the company of small snakes and feels comfortable around them.
∙  She has great dislike for hyenas and meerkats.


Climbing The Ranks : Tasks & Assignments
∙     Submit your character's first training session { ✓ }
∙             Submit your character practicing fighting moves with another Tyro { ✓ }
∙                     Submit your character fighting in battle { ✓ }
∙                             Submit your character putting on things for camouflage { ✓ }
∙                                     Submit your character at his/her post watching for danger { ✓ }
∙                                             Submit your character surprising an enemy or a member of their Tribe { ✓ }
∙                                                     Submit 4 RPs with 2+ people, 4+ posts each { ✓ }
∙                                                             Submit your character on his/her Quest { ✓ }
∙                                                                     Submit your character's Ceremony { ✓ }</sub>

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_{{  History  }
A Tale of Ruby Eyes}

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_{{  Relationships  }}

      _{┊  Loathe  ┊  Despise  ┊  Hate  ┊  Dislike
      ┊  Respect
      ┊  Neutral  ┊  Acquaintance
      ┊  Mixed Feelings  ┊  Interest  ┊  Confused
      ┊  Friend
      ┊  Crush  ┊  Attraction
      ┊  Love
      ┊  Someone Special  ┊  Appreciate
      ┊  Fond Of  ┊  Close One  ┊  Family
   ┊  Mate  ┊  Lover}

     

<sub>┊  Huseina ya Nuru  ┊  Littermate Sister  ┊  - Deceased -
Seina, my dearest sister and only playmate during our days in our coalition. My light and shine, I miss you so much Seina. You were the only one who understood me, always there for me. I wish we could turn back time and time, to the days we spent together climbing up the trees to see the youthlings in the nests, or run down the path through the golden field grass.

┊  Imani el Para  ┊  Mother  ┊  - Deceased -
Mother, my beloved and respected mother, you'll always be in my heart as the one who had raised me up along with my sister, Seina. You gave us the gift of life and brought us together, for that, I'm forever grateful. Until now, I fear I may not live up to your expectations ; but I will give my all. I vow to seek reason and vengeance over Ago for what he has done towards our coalition. Mother, if you can hear my prayers, I wish you could visit my dreams.. I miss the times where you would huddle us close under the large Acacia tree when the nights were stormy and cold, and whisper to us to not be afraid, and you will always be there for us.

┊  Ago  ┊  Relationship Unknown  ┊  - Whereabouts unknown -

┊  Kafil  ┊  Chief  ┊  Mentor  ┊  Savior  ┊
He's the Chief of Sunning Rock. My saviour during my time of need, where I once thought I would have left the world, for that I'm forever grateful. You brought me back to your tribe, you gave me shelter and protection, allowed me to stay with your tribe. You took me as your tyro and taught me many things, yet sometimes I can't help but wonder, why do you treat me, once a rogue, so kindly ?

As the time we spent passed by, I slowly grew fonder of you. My new mentor. Despite the hard times we faced because of the famine in our territory, you had to bear the weight of many sacrifices to secure the survival of the tribe. You fainted out of starvation during our training session, I was lucky to have found some scraps of meat for you. Else known what would have happened.

The blazing fire took away the last of your faith and courage as those green eyes stared into the endless pit of fire. I have never seen such deprived of you as you watched the fire burn away every last bit of our village. I did my best to comfort you, to encourage you that all would be alright. During the evacuation in the dark tunnels, I lost sight of you once plenty, and I found myself so small, weak, and helpless when you were almost buried alive. Eventually, you found me trailing behind with the cubs, you consoled to me and apologized for your negligence. I felt.. happy, actually, when you said you didn't want the tribe to remind me of my coalition days. I believe you and comforted you with a snake saying my mother liked to use.

We were given a small share of land by the coalitions in the new lands. I never thought I'd be acquainted with their lives again, and everything they did refreshed my memories of my cub-hood days. We were driven to the point of starvation and our populated dwindled drastically. I see in your eyes, with pain and determination, you agreed to declare war against the coalitions. We trained hard, almost exhausting our food supply completely when the frost swept down. When she strike her claws at you, so murderously, heartlessly, I blocked them away so long as you were engaged with another of their supposed leaders. I froze when she recognized me for who my coalition was once known for its prized heritage and identity. I never saw it coming till I was struck down, thrown aside to the clearing and blacked out. I vaguely remember seeing your frantic gaze, pupils widened in surprise over the revealation of a possible reconciliation to the connection between her and my past.

┊  Mchanga  ┊  Ex-tribemate  ┊  Good Friend  ┊
Sunning Rock's Healer tyro. We saw each other occasionally in the camp. We made each other's acquaintance, he's a nice cheetah, with a heart of curiosity and consideration for others. I helped him collect the herbs he needed around the watering holes, it was rather amusing seeing his already red fur turn into a redder shade when he accidentally swallowed the cayenne peppers.

During an incident, we came across a mysterious cave. As we explored, we found ourselves landing in danger from a crocodile. We managed to escape by climbing up a cypress tree. I found our friendship slowly developing in our adventure. When we returned, you gave me a ruby red pebble, you said it matched my eyes. A token of our friendship. I placed it on my tail's accessory for safekeeping.

During the fire, I was grief stricken and had a panic attack as I froze in front of the drowning sea of fire. Although you never mentioned it again, I was aware that you used your body to shield me from the edges of the flames. You even burnt your paw. For that, I'm grateful towards.

┊  Usiku  ┊  Non-tribemate  ┊  Acquaintance  ┊
A Crooked Tree's cheetah whom I met at the border of our territories. The black melanistic cheetah was rather odd when he approached me. By accident, he injured his leg. As it was partially my fault, I helped him by giving him some aloe, I remembered they would help as I've seen them being used before in my days with my coalition. He was able to slowly limp back to his tribe after a while, he was even grateful for me helping. I was a little confused.

┊  Kamaria  ┊  Non-tribemate  ┊  Acquaintance  ┊  
She's a friend of Kafil's. She was very gentle and kind towards me when we first met by the borders. She complimented my looks and gave us some advice, I hope I'm comprehending her words correctly for as it would seem - her prophecy is essential to the well-being of our tribe.

┊  Kibanzi  ┊  Tribemate  ┊  
A cub of Sunning Rock. She's also one of Kokoto's daughters. I heard her cries and found her stranded on a large Jakkal tree, trembling hard from coming down from that height. I helped her down slowly and made sure she returned to her mother before I left. She was rather talkative and adorable.

┊  Jahleel  ┊  Non-tribemate  ┊  Acquaintance  ┊   - RP in progress -
I met him at the Crowded Water borders when I was out patrolling. At first I thought he was a messenger out of breath, turns out he was a sentry just like me. Except he was stretching his legs. Listening to him, I hadn't realised my name would be brought up in another tribe. He seems.. awkward. Shy and polite, and he only joined the tribes recently.

┊  Jasiri  ┊  Tribemate  ┊  Friend  ┊  - RP in progress -

┊  Kokoto  ┊  Tribemate  ┊  Savior  ┊  - RP in progress -

┊  Badiri  ┊  Token  ┊  Acquaintance  ┊   - RP in progress -</sub>

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{  RP Example  }

The Hidden Key - Yamilé
The icy winter breeze blew past the snow caped island, the morning temperate just a bit cooler, a little more bitter than usual amongst the tribes as many awaken to a soft drumming in their stomachs, and their paws froze off in the winter anthem. Admittedly the season had been much merciful to the tribes this year, without the threat of diseases and warring and food not as scarce. As a gentle blizzard showered over the slender figure, Yamile shook her head, huffing off the little growing pile of snow on her mane as she carried on approaching the borders between Sunning Rock and Crooked Tree. The fair cream sentress padded across the ocean of white, leaving behind her a trail of dotted holes which were swiftly covered by the constant wind. With the morning shower slowing her pace, she was reminded of the familiar scene she had encountered moons ago, where she had stumbled across her ex-tribemate, a red tom she had considered her friend. What a pleasant surprise it would have been, had it not be for her blue mood that day as she tried to clear her mind, seeking solace in her friend for the night. Looking up to the ash gray skies, she briefly wondered if he was still able to find the herbs he wanted in this weather.

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The Hidden Key - Yamilé
It was supposed to be a typical day of duty. She surmised that she would be making rounds around the borders amongst the savannah as usual today with minimal distractions. How wrong was her assumption proven to be. The Sunning Rock sentress had been patrolling her designated area carefully, when an alien scent triggered her olfactory sensors, putting her in heightened caution as ruby orbs scanned the area for any potential suspicious sources. Yamile had never had an actual encounter with "two-legs" or "humans" before despite having heard news spread like wildfire amongst the tribes and coalitions. She winced as a mild irritating sensation ran through her mind as she recalled her brief childhood travelings, wondering if there were any connections she might have gathered from her past coalition's days.

The cream cheetess shifted her position, lowering herself amongst the grass to camouflage herself as much as possible as she tracked the source of the foreign scent. The further she padded across the area between the borders, she was led to a somewhat open field, where disguise and covers were brisk and minimal with the bare grounds. It was too quiet to be normal. Suddenly, a loud ear-splitting echo could be heard in the atmosphere as gunshots were fired. The poachers were here. She felt her fur stand up as a reflex as she realised the severity of the situation.

Probable solutions and speculations ran through her mind as she quickly evaluated the escape routes with the best chances of survival and minimal risks, namely to avoid attracting attention. When a sudden flash of dark fur flashed through her sight, there was Nguvu!. The coalition leader was sprinting at maximum acceleration, narrowly avoiding a bullet around the corners as he tried to outrun the human poachers. It all happened so quickly without notice, and one wrong turn ended the dark pelted tom in a set up trap, knocking the adult cheetah into a steel cage, yowling furiously at his disintegration. Even at a distance, the sentress could make out the angry words forming from Nguvu in a gruff cracked voice. Snapping into the situation, Yamile knew she had to act. But intervention without a well-vised plan would be foolish and suicidal. She would have to resort to tracking for now, so as to not lose sight of the coalition tom. Struggling to calm her escalated adrenaline, she proceeded to follow Nguvu's capturers.

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The Hidden Key - Yamilé
The sharp wind blew through the cracks of the thick walls of the crevice, gushing against her pale cream pelt. She involuntarily shivered from the cold breeze, sniffling a soft sneeze, coming to arise. Awake. The cream cheetess sat up, yawning as she briefly cleaned herself, uncurling her long tail from surrounding her petite physique. She found her limbs stiff from a night's sleep on the cold, hard ground, undeniably missing the comforting straw beds back in their old tribelands. Slowly standing, she hobbled out of the unfamiliar den as the vivid view of amber entered her scarlet gaze. Vibrant colors of red, orange and yellow slowly replaced the foliage scenery. What was once a lush green patch, was now strings of bronze, tawny pieces of dried leaves dangling from the thin, crooked branches. As the summer spirits’ take their leave, taking along their bright green hue, leaving only the dry, brittle leaves falling to the earthy ground. The crisp crackling sound could be easily heard as one treads over them, even so light and gent. Only the cluster of the cerise petals, remnants of summer’s glory is left behind.

Autumn is decked with the beauties of nature as the dry clouds float in the sky, bringing along with it a drizzle of rain and the cool breeze brushing past the large acacia trees in the savannah. A soothing breeze passes through of the trees and leaves rustle. Such a contrast it is now, compared to earlier to the cold, misty morning ; and the burning hot land the sun had scorched upon. The sherbet cheetess would've found herself drifting off along with the colours of the wind, dyed by the little specks of maple leaves lifted into the skies. Her ears picked up the familiar chirp and she turned around to find a tall, reddish furred tom awaiting her by the entrance of his den, motioning her over. Ever so obediently, she padded over towards him as they exchanged their morning blessings. Some things that hardly spared a change in the land was how the tribemembers tend to sleep in during cold dawns, lazing for a while longer in the warmth of their dens ; and how these two particular cheetahs always seem to have a nature clock of their own to wake them up at the speck of dawn.

The tyro cheetess padded alongside Kafil as they took a turn into a pathway decorated with fallen, dried leaves and petals. Red, moist soft dirt covered with the foliage debris of colours dyed in sunset shades entered their view as the mentor-tyro duo strolled down in silence. Occasionally, one of the maple leaves would drift along the breeze and land on Yamile's nose, other times they stuck to her sherbet fur or tucked behind her ears ; Lazily, she drew her lips together as she let out a wisp of air, gently blowing it off of its locus on her nose in a jiff.

"Mhm,"

She answered absentmindedly towards the tom's inquiries of her welfare and well-being as she trailed down the path covered in shades of fallen gold, red and brown, lined with two lanes of stones aside as if artistically sculptured. As the tyro-mentor pair strolled down the leaf covered path, a soothing gust of autumnal breeze brushed past Yamile's orange cream pelt, causing a slight tingling noise to occur from the flower-encased accessories adorned on her.

A very soft, melodious tune followed after the breeze, with a brief breach every now and then. She was humming.

Subconsciously the tyro cheetess had begun to hymn a tune only known to her as her steps began to lose pace from her partner's. The lullaby tune had floated its way out from her throat so effortlessly, that she herself was in the state of unawareness. Scarcely, she could pick up pieces of her past memories connecting to the rhythm played from her lips - it was Imani's lullaby. A mother's loving song to her cubs as she lulled them to sleep in the midst of a drizzling autumn night. Perhaps somehow, seeing the scene before her had beckoned some parts of those bittersweet memories to awaken within the young cheetess as she hummed on softly. Her voice ever so light and insouciant that for a moment ; it was so blithe, so cub-like, and so free of a care in the world.