Post 1 - table of contents Post 2 - Dahlia bio Post 3 - Extra info Post 4 - Glamour shot! Post 5 - Possessions and things Post 6 - Dahlia's boys and girls
Hobbies: Being pampered Dahlia has a princess mentality and enjoys nothing more than being pampered and spoiled. She loves primping and prettying herself and getting herself nice presents but she ADORES when other people do it for her. She could spend the entire day being brushed and loved on and she'll go out of her way to try and charm attention out of others.
Flirting Playful, suggestive, most of the words that come out of Dahlia's mouth are flirty in nature. She loves to string people along and finds delight in seeming attractive/being wanted by others. Even species boundaries don't thwart her flirtacious attempts.
Swimming Perhaps it has something to do with all that long hair, but Dahlia just loves cooling off and playing in the water. Fountains, fish tanks, or any kind of clean water are fair game and she's quite adept at swimming for a cat. The pool, and the calm of underwater, provides a place for her to relax and think without interuption from time to time.
Hunting, beautifully Like most cats Dahlia enjoys a good hunt. However, for her, the act of the hunt is far more exciting then the prey obtained. She strives for grace and beauty (and impressing any onlookers) in her hunting movement. Because of this she doesn't always catch her target, more than happy to give up if it seems she might make a fool of herself or fuss up her fur and the actual kill is always full of dramatics.
Virtues: Assertive - Strong minded and assertive, Dahlia doesn't back down to anyone. She's hard to intimidate and not afraid to shove her weight around and make her opinions heard. Though this can occassionally crop up as problematic with authority figures it usually works to her advantage in everyday (and battle) situations. Dahlia thinks for herself and isn't the sort to be bullied into anything she doesn't want to do.
Competent - Dahlia is a reliable and competent being. She's determined and driven so she's not easily sidetracked when there is something to be done. Even her pampering fests are trumped and put aside if given direct orders. She enjoys the praise of a job well done and works towards it whenever possible.
Charming - Being an egotistical person herself Dahlia is well versed in egostroking. She's flirtatious, attractive, chatty, and good at telling people what they want to hear. She's been known to use her charm to try and get herself out of trouble, to tempt others around her, or to get information. She's a people person cat.
Flaws: Egocentric - Pride and vanity, thy name is Dahlia. Being a bit of a spoiled princess, Dahlia believes that she is above others both in beauty and standing. She thinks that she is always right and that her opinion matters more than others. Clashes with other egocentric individuals (or just others attempting to push her buttons) are common.
Unforgiving - Dahlia finds it very hard to forgive or forget. Insults and injuries to her person (or even just defying her wishes/differing opinions on important things) are seen as egregious errors in people. It takes a lot of work to get back into her good graces and even then it isn't 100%. When she's against you her charm is almost nonexsistant replaced instead by a cold viciousness.
Deceptively vicious - Considering the charm that she's usually shoving around it can often be jarring how truely cold and harsh Dahlia can be underneath it all. When irritated or upset she lashes out, both emotionally and many times physically violently. She's the sort to prolong a mouse's death just for fun or give someone a face full of claws for speaking badly of her. Manipulation and long standing revenge plots aren't outside her personality
Turkish Angora personality traits: Turkish angoras are affectionate and social breed which are very active all the time, they are catagorized as a group of hyper active cat breed and are like that throughout their entire lifespan. The Turkish Angora is considered to be a dog like breed because they are found to be very curious when visitors are present and will be inspecting their actions. They will try to interact with them and if they are playful they will join with them. Turkish Angoras are graceful and they will be standing infront of the door to welcome visitors to your home. Most of the time during conversations they will constantly remained around their owners and let them know that they are around. They always like to feel they were the center of attraction at all times.
One negitive aspect of their behavior is they tend to be very stubborn. Turkish angora cats always wish to be with people rather than staying alone, they are mainly a compainion type of cat. If they are adopted they will be easly adjust to their new surroundings. The Turkish Angora breed is an inquisitive, clever, and delightful pet to own.
Unlike most cats, many members of this breed love to swim and are drawn to water. Turkish Angoras are chatty cats who can be very determined. They are sometimes mischievous and like to keep themselves busy. Interactive play can go a long way in helping them bond and keeping them out of trouble.
Dahlia flowers Dahlia’s are spicy flowers, and their meanings range from a sign of warning, to change, to travel, to even a portent of betrayal.
In the Victorian era they symbolized elegance, dignity, and good taste
The plushness of the chair was like that of a pillow, a cloud like pillow crafted onto a beautiful golden base, the coolness of the chair arms touching the undersides of her forearms.
The air was warm, the decorative drapes above and around her 'throne' moving ever so softly as the air circulated, manned by a young man who stood by her left side, slowly manipulating an oversized fan up and down.
Only he wasn't the only young man in her pressence. And each and every one of them was very recognizable to the Mauvian.
One Lt. crouched deftly at her feet, oh so gently painting polish onto her toenails, fingers carefully wiping away the excess polish. Another, a captain, sat on a pillow alongside her 'throne' delicately brushing her tail with a brush that shone like fine ivory. As she flicked the tip of her tail, purposely brushing the bit of fur against his chin, he returned a shy smile. One that brought a satisfied smirk to the Turkish Guardian. The sound of footsteps brought Dahlia's attention to a young lady who was quickly making her way over, in her arms a pillow covered in a few pieces of extravgent jewelry.
They were stunning and not in the least bit subtle. Gold incasing sparkling jewels and gems of different colors and types. Earrings, necklaces, bangles, even a crown. The pieces were long and dripping in extravagence. The Guardian ran her fingers lightly over a few of the pieces before picking one up, carefully clasping it around her wrist. Rolling her wrist to make it jingle and clink she admired it for a long moment.
"Grapes?" A familiar voice piped up, Dahlia's attention leaving the jewelry to find the source, before nodding. Leaning in she let him feed her the small fruits one by one.
It was truely magnificent, it was exactly what they'd be working towards in her opinion. It was certainly what she deserved. To be a queen on her throne. Pampered and cared for by a slew of attractive, half dressed, and very attentive agents of the Negaverse. As she admired the light rippling of muscles on the young man fanning her a sudden thought hit her, and suddenly he and everything else around her was all gone.
The brightness of the sun caused the cat to squint, stretching her tiny kitty paws outwards in front of her as she gave a large yawn. The shade of the tree that she'd fallen asleep under had moved along with the position of the sun, both warming her fur and giving hint to the amount of time Dahlia had been napping and lost in her pleasant daydream.
It hadn't been real, unfortunately. But that didn't mean that it wouldn't one day be real. All good things took a little work and effort to achieve. And Dahlia was up to the challenge.
For the first time in forever
The first time Dahlia transformed to her humanoid Mauvian form, she'd had a sudden craving, an undeniable desire for a certain sensation. Given the gravity of the situation during that first transformation she'd been forced to hold back on that desire initially, the task of getting the newly corrupted Alberio to a safe place to rest and recover was more important. After all, she wasn't entirely a selfish beast and the Guardian certainly wasn't laxed on doing her duties when they really needed to be done. But it was likely her fondness of the swan senshi that had kept her at her side for awhile even after safely delivering the new corrupted senshi.
Nonetheless, her desires rest at the back of her mind nagging and prodding without stop and when finally the Mauvian was able to steal away for a moment Dahlia did so without hesitation.
She had a brand new body to test out and explore.
Her new clothing was beautiful and exotic something she'd surely admire and fuss over in the future, but as she transformed to her humanoid form for the second time Dahlia quickly went to work pulling the beautiful silks and chiffons off of her, before tossing aside the jingling and rattling pieces and the accompanying jewelry. For this clothing would only get in the way.
The soft caress against her bare skin was titallating. The feeling as every part of her skin was gently caressed and consumed was nothing short of pure ecstacy. And before long her lungs were starting to sting and ache from the exertion.
With a puff of breath Dahlia broke the surface of the still lake, relishing in the feeling of the cool air as it washed over her aching lungs, pulling her legs up to assist in floating at the surface for a few long moments as she caught her breath. It was amazing how something that looked like glass could be so soft, how it cupped and cradled her so gently, like a perfect hammock. As she lay her head back, floating, she could feel the strands of her long hair splaying outwards, creating a halo of pale blonde, a stark contrast to the caramael of her skin and the darkness of the lake.
There was something truely magical about swimming. Sure she'd done her fair amounts of swimming and lounging in the water in her feline form, but the difference between swimming in the two forms was night and day. As a cat the water cooled her in the heat of day and the sensation of being able to paddle and travel without touching the ground was fun. But in the end it left her soggy and bogged down by the weight of her own very full coat, and meant she'd soon be spending hours making sure her fur dried in just the perfect way, not a hair out of place.
Her humanoid form though... The water was like the most luxurious blanket money could buy. Soft, enveloping her in a perfect temperature. It was like a cocoon in the way it held and protected her but not in a restrictive way. No, in the most freeing way one could imagine. It broke her from the bonds of gravity itself. It made every motion like that of a beautiful dance. Perfection in slow motion.
As Dahlia slipped beneath the surface of the lake again she took advantage of the perfect medium. Her eyes open, admiring her hands and arms as they slowly cut through the water as she spun, weaving in a familiar dance, her hair and tail seeming to join in the slow dance. Tucking forward she rolled in one, two, flips before stretching her body out as far as it would go and refloating to the surface. Each limb was stretched to it's limit, wiggling each finger and toe in admiration. There was no question. If it was at all possible she'd spend nearly every moment of her day in this wonderful form. It was almost depressing to realize that she couldn't stay this way forever.
And so Dahlia dove under the water once again.
It was like a world of it's own beneath the surface. The noises of the world were drowned out almost to silence, hearing little more then her own heartbeat. The busyness of everything outside lost in the simplicity of the lake. Even time seemed to stand still as she spent her time in a mixture of dancing and simply floating, resting in her defiance of gravity and watching the beautiful pearl like appearance of bubbles trailing their way towards the world above. There was no war down here, no responsibilities or worries. Just the enjoyment of that very moment.
By the time she pulled herself from the waters to rest on the shore and dry off the tips of her fingers and toes were very unpleasantly wrinkled, but it hardly mattered, a soft and contented purr escaping the cat girl. It didn't get better then this.
Making of the fan
The remenants of a plucked feather boa lay on the ground in a lump of string and tiny feathers at the feet of the corrupted Mauvian. Her fingers deftly and delicately afixing the larger, more beautiful feathers that she had salvaged from the boa onto the metal hilt that rest in her lap.
Working on Mauvian tech was not something that Dahlia dabbled in very often. It didn't really interest her, she had very little curiousity for discovery when it came to scientific or mechanical means. She had tons of other things to fill her free time with anyway that were far more preferred. Swimming, hunting, dancing, lounging around Benitoite's or other allies homes, bathing herself and dressing up, being pampered, socializing, flirting. The list of things she'd rather do then work on tech really went on and on.
But today was different.
Far off in Destiny City a spring rain was drenching anything and everything. For days it had been raining off and on leaving the city behind as an incredibly dirty, squishy, and all around unpleasant place for someone stuck in feline form. And quite frankily she was tired of it and bored.
With the help of a young Captain she'd gotten a ride to Negaspace and now lounged, in her full cat-girl glory enjoying and making use of her more refined apendages. Her legs were crossed as she leaned back against a crystaline wall, her toes curling and uncurling presumably just because they could. Her lush tail lay alongside her legs, the very tip flicking and twitching ever so often.
Long, lush, black feathers were surrounded in smaller purple ones. A soft jingle of metal on metal sounded as her fingers traced over the golden metal of the hilt, both admiring it and checking for how well the pieces were secured. The fan was beautiful. To Dahlia that particular detail was of the utmost importance when crafting anything. However, sometimes, beauty was simply beauty.
When she'd set out she hadn't really had a plan for what her item should do. Rather, she'd been enamoured with the lovely boa she'd stumbled across and had simply found a way to use it somehow. Perhaps in the end it would simply be used in her dancing. The sway of perfect feathers a great accompaniment to the intoxicating sway of her hips, the flow of her draping clothing, and the playful bounce of her hair. But it seemed such a shame that something so lovely would go mostly unseen (as she hardly ever had an audience for her dancing, what with having to be a good girl and stay in her feline form while in Destiny City). So what else could she use it for...?
Her mind wandered, trying to come up with some possible use. Something that her senshi could use perhaps? But what? Firepower was the only thing she could think of off the top of her head, and she didn't have the slightest how to make an item of that sort.
Maybe... maybe something for her instead? But what? Something that would let her travel to and from Negaspace without the assistance of a solider would certainly be convenient. Maybe she could concoct something like that.
Her fingers brushed through the feathers thoughtful for a long moment. Maybe she'd worry about all those maybes later. But for now it was time to stretch her legs and perhaps even find someone to entertain her for awhile.
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