A wemic or liontaur? Perhaps you've heard of them in legends. Rare to see, as they live in the Sea of Grass on a far isle. Rumored to be wild, barbaric, proud hunters. This female feline before you is strong and supple, and covered in tawny fur. Her nostrils flare, and she seems to sense those around her. For a moment her claws unsheathe and her eyes are the predators steely gaze. But not for long, that is if she is sauntering, not slaying. She has a ready smile, an excited eagerness, an innocent sparkle of curiosity in her eyes, and she is obviously passionate about the scents and sights of people and places. Her cat-like face and eyes and lyrical voice seem to easily express joy or sorrow, courage or vulnerability. More often than not she is humming or singing a haunting melody, or a sparkling joyful tune, usually in a complex subtle key, and sometimes harmonized with a rhythmic purring.