I hope it's alright with you if I use your testing-of-the-waters RP as a means to introduce and hopefully become familiar with a character that I'd made for an RP that never got off the ground.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">--------</div><br/><br/>Down, down, down below, the tops of clouds roiled with a storm that would certainly come. From a windswept ledge, a creature watched this through the lens of her breathing mask. Far too much nitrogen in this atmosphere for her, and not near enough oxygen or carbon dioxide. It coated her face and long, sharp muzzle in a clear, semi-flexible alloy. Strong tubing connected the mask to its tanks and regulator while a one-way valve let puffs of hot breath out into the frigid high mountain air.<br/><br/>The entirety of her sleek and lightly muscled quadruped body was covered with dense layers of white fur that rippled with the strong gales. Her snowy white wings, wide expanses of downy fuzzed membrane and thickly furred spines, were pressed tight to her sides, preserving warmth. Her wide back paws splayed across the snow, making barely a dent considering the creatureâ€™s size. The front feet were clenched around a broad white prehensile tail, the toes long enough to be quite dexterous, almost fingers. But not enough to have crafted the breathing mask that she wore.<br/><br/>This thing, somewhere between wolf and dragon, no bigger than a bobcat, was more at home up on this barren peak than down past the heights of the clouds. She had no name, but the translator in the mask would call her Chaser of the Night Sky Lights, as the other sentient race of her homeworld had called her. The ones that had made her mask and the tanks and her translator. Others had referred to her more simply as Chase.<br/><br/>She had chosen the highest peak for a reason. The bitter cold wind of the winter was closest to the spring her world and its two peoples enjoyed. But here, it lacked the small creatures she and hers still hunted across bleak landscapes. She would have to descend into the valley if she wanted to eat this morning. The crevasse she slept in was bare of foodstuffs of any type. No frozen carcasses or frozen berries. All it had going for it was breathable air and a thick layer of skins sheâ€™d brought from home.<br/><br/>The Chaser of the Night Sky Lights, the only one of her kind that she knew to leave the embrace of a planetary tundra, opened her wings and leapt. She plummeted, close enough to scrape the rocks above the clouds if she wished, and down through their damp and staticy confines. Down until her glide took her above the pointed tips of trees. Still a small wonder to her that they grew so tall and so close. Hard to catch her breath with the strain of flight the regulator almost couldnâ€™t give her enough air.