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 Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 4:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 1:39 pm
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swampie cubs Cub Name: Ári: Old Norse name meaning "eagle." Future Name: Vídarrik'fenrir : Old Norse myth name of a son of Óðinn, meaning "forest warrior." Fenrir: Old Norse meaning "swamp." Personality Blurb: A quiet cub he prefers actions over words, devout in his beliefs he follows the pride's philosophy, believing in the spirits and trusting them to guide him throughout his life. He may not be a loud cub but he is far from weak, taking after his father's rogue blood more than his mother's smaller size, he will grow to be a fairly large male. He dislikes fighting but is very good at it and wont hesitate to defend his family and friends and other pride members who had earned his protection, in his eyes. He can be a little harsh in his judgments but at heart he is a good guy. Entry: It was a normal day, Ári was following behind his siblings, keeping an eye on their sister when he spotted something strange, out past the scrub. Squinting his pale eyes he tried to work out what it was. A cat for sure, but not any kind of cat that he had ever seen before and he had met a leopard and heard tale of a cheetah that had come through the pride's swamp briefly. This looked like neither, with the mane of a lion but the limbs looked far too gawky and thin. Frowning he stopped, gazing out at the apparition as he tried to see it more clearly. How such a thing could exist he did not know, for it looked like a painful mix of different cats. Shaking his head against the strain of his thoughts he frowned. It had to be a warning, for nothing that strange could be flesh and blood. Filled with foreboding he turned and sought out his family, realizing they had moved further on down the trail. The fur along his back stood on end as he returned his gaze to the strange feline only to realize that it had vanished. Shivering as if a cold hand had touched his tail, he spun round and raced after his mother and siblings. He would have to ask her later, once they were alone, what it had been, but for the rest of the day he could not get the sight out of his mind, or the feeling of something bad coming fro his blood. ---------------------------------------------- Cub Name: Linas: Lithuanian name meaning "flax." Future Name: Áskell'vidar - Icelandic form of Old Norse Ásketill, meaning "divine kettle" and Víðarr meaning "forest warrior." Personality Blurb: Quiet and soft spoken the youngster tends to stay in the background, allowing his other brothers and their single sister to claim the majority of the pride's, and their parent's, attention. For Linas, he prefers to be overlooked and left to a quieter time, often sitting and simply watching everyone else around him for hours at a time. His eyesight is incredibly sensitive, which doesn't inspire him to activity during the sunniest days as he prefers to rest in the den or under the thick foliage offered by the swamp until dusk. He is most active at night, preferring the cool shadows to the bright and painful sunlight. he is the one most likely to be found with their sister as a cub, letting her chew on whichever limb she desires or use him as a 'blankie' when she needs to. He doesn't encourage her, but he also doesn't condemn her and is perfectly comfortable 'babysitting' her. Entry: (Prompt 2) Chewing slowly on a small strip of fur, the youngster watched his father and sister together. It was not a new development, his father's doting on their only sister, and Linas had long since quit minding it. After all, he preferred to hang back and listen quietly while his siblings battled each other over the choice parts of the kill. He himself was satisfied just to fill his belly enough to stop the grumbling sounds, any more and he usually felt too uncomfortable for a few hours afterwards. Finishing his small meal the youth stood and padded a few strides away from the rest of his boisterous siblings and settled down. A moment later he felt the warmth of his sister press against his side and he turned to smile gently at her before shifting enough so that he could reach her ears. Settling again he started to groom her ear sleepily while she chewed on his tail. It was while curled up like a small furry pretzel that the pair drifted to sleep, her ear in her brother's maw and his tail caught in her's. ------------------------------------------------ Cub Name: Aiah - meaning 'Falcon', named for his colour Future Name: Drayven - from anglian form of 'draven', meaning 'hunter' Personality: As he grows, Aiah becomes a very serious male. He has seen how his father treats his only sister and his mother and since he idolizes Vaako as being the ideal male, he strives to do the same. He will always treat females differentially, as if they are something precious and fragile, which may get him into trouble with the pride's lionesses as he grows and starts to seek a mate of his own. Once allowed out on his nameing quest he will spend a long time out in the roguelands, learning to become independent and gaining experience, since he believes that he must be prepared for anything that may happen later in life. Only once he is fully grown and experienced as an adult will he return, slightly gruff and prone to silence over conversation, but a dedicated mate and protector to the female he eventually settles down with. |
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 7:34 pm
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KA contest Here, let me try!Name and meaning (optional): Desired rank as adult: Healer Infection status Diseased: The sickness strikes her as a juve but it remains in the first stage and is easy to deal with. She passes through Adol into adult with no deterioration. But before she hits middle age she goes downhill fast and will die. Short personality blurb: A lively and inquisitive cub she most certainly makes up for her twin-brothers lack of energy. She makes fun of Shulinav endlessly for acting weak when he is fully healthy, but is fairly protective of her sick siblings. Even when she is stuck down with it herself she remains optimistic but is very realistic and doesn't expect to grow old. Her main goal in life is to live is a full one and leave behind a lot of happy memories for her friends and family. As she is infertile she is less interested in finding love as in being the best friend she can be to others. Once she is your friend, she will defend you utterly, and will do almost anything for you. She decides at a young age, soon after getting sick, to apprentice to Eva'raja as a healer, so she can help her friends and family as much as she can, while she can. A future idea: Once she grows she will be blindsided by love, and fall utterly and helplessly in love with a fellow pride member. Unsure if they will be immune or diseased, but they will be fairly healthy and will become her constant companion. This is true love, the kind that makes the rest of the pride go 'awwwww' when they walk past in obvious blissful happiness. The pair are perfectly suited to each other and everyone thinks their match was gifted by their goddess. Then she gets sick and within the month she is den-ridden and barely clinging to life. She has a day's remission where she and her mate slip away from the pride's main area and go out to a secluded spot to watch the sunset together... there she finally passes away in her mate's paws. Prompt number and response: Flopping down on the warm backed earth, the young female sighed heavily, ears pressed flat to her head as she stared out towards the pride's boundary, a place she had never seen but knew was there. Her mother had gone again, on some errand for their Queen, and Papa hadn't been to visit for a little while. It left her feeling lonely and a little depressed as she missed her mom when the lioness went away on these trips. She often worried that the lioness would one day not return, hurt somewhere where no one could help her.. or stolen away by some big bad bogy monster in the night. Suddenly a noise to her left caught her attention and she glanced over, just in time to let out a squeek as another cub, somewhat older than her, launched his brown stripey self at her body. Giggling she squirmed out from under him then instantly latched onto his ear. "Ah 'ot 'ou!" She crowed, voice muffled by the flap between her teeth. The lion cub was one of the youngest sons of another of the pride's Guards, Sliabh. This one was either Lochlan or Utpala, she couldn't yet tell the twins apart and sometimes she swore they would deliberately switch places to confuse her even more. But she just treated them like the same cub and so far she had escaped the worst of their pranks. The two cubs tumbled for a time, playfully boxing each other until Loch-la (as she had ended up calling the pair of them to save confusion on her part) cried 'Parley' and went limp under her. Giggling she stood and let go of his tail as he grinned up at her, both of them rather out of breath. Loch-la scrambled to his feet and shook the dust from his fur before turning to her expectantly, which made her blink a little nervously. Was this another trick of the twins? But no.. he only asked if she wanted to go see his father who was due to return from patrol for the midday meal. Grinning she agreed and together the pair of them raced for the main cubby play area, which was where Sliabh always came to check on his plethora of cubs. ----- liked the large, silent guard. He had the same job her mom did and he always returned to the pride, so she knew her mom always would. Eagerly she raced Lock-La down to the play area and started to tussle with the other cubs there, her worries done for the day. |
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 7:35 pm
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Female french names
ANAÏS: French form of Latin Anna, meaning "favor; grace."
ANASTAISE: Variant spelling of French Anastasie, meaning "resurrection."
ARABELLE: French form of Italian Arabella, meaning "answered prayer."
DANIÈLE: French feminine form of Hebrew Daniyel (English Daniel), meaning "God is my judge."
GABRIELLE: French feminine form of Latin Gabrielus, meaning "man of God" or "warrior of God."
GAËLLE: Possibly a contracted form of French Gwenaëlle, meaning "holy and generous."
GISÈLE: Variant spelling of Old French Giselle, meaning "pledge, hostage, noble offspring."
GWENAËLLE: Feminine form of French Gwenaël, meaning "holy and generous."
JACINTHE: French form of Latin Jacinthus, meaning "hyacinth flower."
JOËLLE: Feminine form of French Joël, meaning "Jehovah is God" or "to whom Jehovah is God."
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 4:18 pm
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 For an rp with other people, it's a minimum of 10 posts (5 per person) and 1k words minimum for the total rp. A Self-rp is strictly 1k words minimum for the total rp. ● = 1,000+ words ѳ = used for breeding
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Kamau
● Close your eyes and dream (Azubah) [Doodle]
Lakeisha
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Mwanamke Wa'mwezi
● Star-guided (Mert) [tuesdayscat]
○ Time is Calling [Mwanamke x Kivuli] [Vistada]
○ The secrets of religion (Msrah) [Annchen]
Kuzaliwa'Jpi
● Sibling rivalry (Aodhfin) [Samus x]
○ Sisters Of Fire (Kasi'wakia) [Velveteen Angel]
○ Sugar and spice and all things nice? (Kakek Api) [Yin-Bug]
○ Chase the Morning (Uruloke) [Princess_Feylin]
○ Why is the water gone? (Azar) [Yin-Bug] - Meta rp
○ For my conscience troubles me (Loke) [Princess_Feylin] - Meta rp
○ Dust to Dust (Ute) [Split Personality] - Meta rp
○ When will this drought end? (Daigre) [DarkHeartedSorrows] - Meta rp
Haai Msichana
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Sliabh
● Bright Water; Shining Scales [Ber & Hime] [Arashi x & Neon Fly]
● Wait.. Cubs? With you? (Maile) [~Spazzy_the_Wolfie~]
○ I've Heard About You, Mister (Ndale) [Uta]
○ (can't think of a decent title yet ) (Mamanbou) [Mtorolite]
○ A-waltzing we will go (Xavier/Ni'andama) [Andranis]
○ A day for fishing (Fumananya) [Strawberry Gumi Bunny]
○ 1, 2, 3, 4...I declare a f*$#!n War! (Chipo) [Creme de la Kitty]
○ [SRP] Longing brings such sweet pain (Sliabh)
○ [SRP] Home is where the Heart is (Sliabh & Caoilainn)
○ [JRP] Coming Home (Sliabh & Saoirse & Malaya) [magnadearel]
○ The Good Samaritan Returns (Sliabh & Lihau)
○ A dream is like a far off memory (Rukopa-eupe) [KasaiLoki]
Kyoko
● Timeless Searching (Fetina) [Cajanic]
○ A tale to tell [ Tsu+ Company) [Chi Sohma]
○ Winter Winds (Mokovu) [Zero and Below]
○ [SRP] Reflections
Asali
● [JRP] Lost in this strange land. (Safi'Kidege & Mwimbaji) [Blue]
○ [JRP] The lost and the blind (Ozark) [Neon]
○ A healer's heart (Roh) [Polette]
Zabuni Nafsi
○ Night Time is Bad Time (Kuno) [MoonRazor]
Caoilainn
○ Eating Grass is Gross (Chizoba) [ShinyObsessed]
○ Unknown lands [Mohlako] [Ririka]
Asante Kwa'maisha
○ The Wistful Prince (Incendia) [Buffy]
Lennart
● [S-ORP] Sending-Off! (Various Stormborn members)
○ Running late, brother? (Eirik) [Adona Benedicta]
○ Songs beyond Stone and Thunder (Hidaya) [Lightning Shadow X]
Katashi
○ Interlude (Salma) [Safaia]
○ Strong and Soft (Siha) [Safaia]
Mèo Đen & Siyah Kedi
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○ Two Cheetahs Walk Into A Bar... (Upholi) [Mtorolite]
Mashika
○ Hey-Oh (Sciuri) [Princess_Feylin]
Wayra
○ Up to Par (Hoaka) [nessiaing]
○ A mother I am not (Bae) [Peppermint Coffee]
○ A Disagreeable Council (Joto'Damu) [hibi-tea]
○ Disturbing visions (Jaddis) [Syrius Lionwing]
Lucivar
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○ Minas Tirith, city of kings (Kazul) [Fey]
○ Vikings and Pirates (Omari) [Mogami]
○ Kitten in my Hair (Ru) [Princess_Feylin]
Kyoumei
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Farai
○ Mud, Glorious Mud! (Uko) [Sergeant Sargent]
Toruk Makto
○ Stardust (Txuratan) [Princess_Feylin]
○ I See You (Juubeihlee) [Split]
○ Adjusting To The Outside (Kichaa'noga) [hibi-tea]
○ Run away Princesses (Ney'ite) [Yin-Bug]
○ [ORP].:.Celebration of a precious union! .:.
○ Bro time (Kaym'itan) [Lornne]
Kenan
Sanuye
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Safiya
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Athelas
○ A Cubby Guard (Parvaneh) [magnadearel]
○ Brotherly Love? (Roz) [magnadearel]
○ What are you searching for? [Avani'Nona] [Ririka]
○ Pride, Duty, and Equality (Tsu&Athelas) [Fiction1119]
Szürke Szellem
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Saoirse
○ First signs (Yezekael) [MoonRazor]
○ And so, life goes on. (Mauja) [noxilicious]
○ Slow play (N'Seka) [Annchen]
Kyla
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Lightfoot
○ Timid Ones (Oddspeech) [Kimaria]
○ Lighting Up The Night (Frozenheart) [Depawsit]
Txep'tey
○ [ORP].:.Celebration of a precious union! .:.
Abel
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Rävasz Ëmber
○ Walking in the Air (Odd) [Fey]
Kato
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Kivuli Cha'mifupa
○ And they dead shall haunt (Itzal) [Doodle]
Æthon
○ Unwilling delivery (Noir & Kata) [Chi]
Lochlan
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Kimya'moja
● There's Plenty of Blame to Go Around (Silva) [Sayuri_Nitta]
● [JRP] Accusing eyes (Balachandra) [Andranis]
Sachetan
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Merah
Brier
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Akhenaten
○ Dawn Light Breaking (Nailah) [Gekokoko]
Loreyn’txon
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Kari
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Giovanni Auditore
○ Which Way is Which? (Kaiya) [Lorne]
Tahirah
● [JRP] The beauty of cubs (Nkera) [Mogami]
○ [PRP] Little Wonders (Magadi) [Excited Apathy]
'Izzah bint Rukan
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Charité
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Cassian
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Achak
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Trathnóna Muinin
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Basa-Juan
● The thunder of the drums dictates (Basa-Juan & Nahasi) [ClubSnails]
Kahawia'mkai
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Aoife
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Arancion
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Kamaria
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Ikenna
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*Completed rps found in the soa's individual posts
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 4:49 am
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We are Family!
Cub's name (And meaning): Nárya (None)
Username for cub: Lorne_Sionn
Father's name (And meaning): Faeron (None)
Username for father: Tanakako
Bio: Faeron had fallen for his beloved mate, Ithariel, many years ago and had settled down with her to a quiet, peaceful life after a youth filled with violence and war. He had been one of the top warriors of their Pride, with a natural skill that had been nurtured by the older warriors from a young age. They had respected their younger peer's choice to become a devoted mate, and not to soon after, a loving father. Ithariel and Faeron conceived a single cub, a little girl, that they named Nárya. Soon Faeron the Blue Warrior disappeared into myth and legend, and only Faeron the loving Father and devoted mate remained. The warrior he had been suddenly and silently disappeared from the face of the earth, but it was ill fate that the rumour of his prowess did not. When the demon marked lions came looking for him, it was to test their claws against one so fabled. Their disappointment in finding not a warrior in his den, but a weak fool with a mate and cub to protect, was great. And so they challenged him. When he refused, for that part of his life was over, they murdered Ithariel in front of him, tearing Nárya from her paws. Faeron went mad, fighting as he never had to get to his daughter's side, but they were numerous and despite his skill and the many he felled, he was still only a single lion against many. This was the fight they had come for! Unable to rescue Nárya, Faeron was finally subdued by the demon marked, and captured. Yet they did not kill him, for they recognized a powerful weapon when it fell into their paws. With great and evil joy they struck a 'deal' with Faeron, be their servant, and nothing would happen to Nárya, rebel, and death would be a blessing she could only pray for.
So Faeron became their dog, bowing to the cruel-minded pride’s every whim, all for the sake of his beloved little girl. Very quickly they discovered the extent of his unique talents and soon put those to work for them, turning the once placid and loving lion into a cold hearted killer. Every time he tried to fight back, they pulled his daughter out from the cave they had kept her in and threatened harm. Often they hurt her in small ways, to remind him who as in charge, and though he did his best to protect her he was away most of the time on the pride’s diabolical orders. Before long, both he and Nárya wore the demon mark upon their backs.
The blood of hundreds of innocents stained his paws, and even heavier than their blood was the weight of his guilt as he stole young cubs from their loving families in order that his masters could send them to a strange place where furless devils walked upright. What happened to the cubs, he had no idea, had never asked as he knew he could not stomach the answers. He had no inkling that the pride who kept his daughter were trading cubs to human poachers so that they themselves would be left alone. He only knew that the cubs always vanished and still the pride demanded more sacrifices.
Guilt weighed heavy upon him, twisting his mind until he could not bear to look at his own reflection in the water. Not once did he blame his beloved child, but slowly, gradually, he started to lose his grip on who he was. The mindless violence and terror of his nightly raids seeding a madness within him. One dawn he returned to the demonic pride empty-pawed, his efforts for the night proving unfruitful as the lions in the local area had all moved out or hired protection from the ‘night demon’. Bloodied and wounded he returned to his masters fury, for the sacrifices of late had been few and the human poachers had become restless. In fear of their own lives the pride took Faeron‘s daughter and sent her in the place of the usual sacrifice, but Faeron caught her scent and followed them. Realizing what was about to happen, the warrior went into a blind rage, tearing through the two lions who were escorting her and stealing her away before the humans arrived.
Knowing they would be followed and they would be lucky if death would be their only reward if caught, father and daughter took flight, running for their lives through the savannah. When Nárya grew tired, her father took her onto his back and ran. Days rolled past and the pair barely stopped to drink and scavenge what food they could, but fear drove them, convinced the demonic lions were right behind. For whenever Faeron spared the moments to double back along their trail, they had been right on their heels and no amount of his skill seemed to be able to shake them from his and his daughter's paws.
Eventually they made it to the boarders of the Iknimaya’s territory. Unable to go a step further and realizing that out of all the places they could hide, the vast dense jungle would offer the most security. Knowing the pride that was more myth than fact that inhabited these lands were rumoured to judge a lion by their heart, Faeron decided to beg for entrance for his daughter’s sake. He knew he was too scarred and twisted by what he had done to deserve the rumoured pride’s sanctuary, but his daughter was innocent and deserved a better life than he could provide in the Roguelands. It was all he could do to save the child he loved with what was left of the lion he had been, and so Faeron plunged into the darkness of the trees, the demons howling on his tail.....
Cub personality: Nárya is a attentive cub, she watches everything, but more importantly, she listens. She was very young when her mother was killed, but she has memories of her, and of her father and of the time when they were a loving family. During her captivity the lioness who watched her tried to tell her that her father was evil, but Nárya never believed her. She is the type of cub who makes her own mind up. She can be shy, and a little unsure, but she has a gritty determination that she tackles life with and nothing keeps her down for long. She rarely speaks unless spoken to, but you can coax out a ghost of a smile, or a soft laugh. She has her dad's generous, warm, heart and if nurtured, it will come through despite her rough cubhood as a captive. However, in her father's presence she becomes a different cub all together, playing with him gently, bringing him back to himself with a wisdom far beyond her young age, seeming to understand that he needs her to be there for him in a way that no other lion can be.
Father personality: He was once a very loving male, kind and generous with a warm heart. He loved his pride and was dedicated to his duty within it. Then he met his mate and was a tender father and protective and loving mate. After his mate’s death and his daughter’s capture he became a loner, cold and remote he walled his true feelings up inside in order to do what had to be done for the sake of his little girl. As his slavery continued he grew bitter and broken, guilt and self-hatred festered, turning him into a mere shadow of his former self. No longer does he smile or laugh, instead he remains alone, on the edge of the pride, gaze vacant as he watches something only he can see. The only one who can get him to interact with the real world is his daughter, and it is only in her presence that he regains a little of what he lost and returns to being the lion he used to be, though only for the shortest periods, then he reverts to the eerie, slightly unsettling blank expression.
RP!:
Exhaustion rode his aching body, muscles screaming in pain. It had been weeks of running, desperately trying to escape the demonic creatures that were chasing them. He thought they had gained a little ground, managed to confuse their tormentors at that last mountain crossing. He could still feel the cold deep in his body, making old wounds throb painfully.
Lowering his dark eyes to where his daughter rested, he felt a tightness build in his chest. This was not the life he wanted for her, not how he dreamed her growing up when he and Ithariel had brought her into the world. The many miles they had travailed had been etched into her, leaving her thin and weakened. Forcing himself to lift torn and wounded paws he moved over and gently touched his muzzle to her mane tuft. No, he would not allow this to continue, they would stop running. He knew the lions that lived in the forest close by were a very spiritual pride, he had heard many a rumour over the past few days about them, their strange customs and unique ways. But the thing that made them a possible option was the simple fact that they were a peaceful pride. They only went to war when their own were threatened, and they were very spiritual, believing in nature and respecting all living things. Of course these were all rumours and heresy, but not a single lion, leopard or wild dog that he had met, had a single bad thing to say about the mysterious pride, and it seemed that while they were incredibly hard to find, they were not entirely against outsiders joining them. He knew he himself did not deserve such a sanctuary and after all he had done, he didn't expect them to grant him the luxury, but his daughter... she was innocent and deserved the chance at a real life, not the bare existence of a fugitive on the run.
Letting a heavy, worn sigh escape he suddenly drew her close against his chest with one powerful foreleg and hugged her tight, eyes squinting against the sudden tingle of tears as the tightness in his chest increased tenfold. It was the only thing he could do to protect her now....
Nárya hadn't been asleep, she didn't really sleep when they managed to rest. The youngling didn't want to be the one to slow them down. She knew they were running for their lives. Blinking as she was brought close to her papa's ruff, she smiled at him with her mother's eyes. He looked so weary, his once full mane was ragged, and the hollows under his eyes made him look worn thin. He couldn't keep up like this, and the thick jungle spread out before them would not be easy to run through or to hide their passing. Papa needed to rest, he needed to sleep, he needed real food. There had to be somewhere they could be safe.
Please..please if there are such things as prayers..please...please help papa and me... the little cub thought with all the innocence of a child as she sat up, twisting around to look at him.
Standing up on her hind legs, Nárya touched her tiny paws to his cheek, catching his tears, her voice soft, " I'm ok papa. See? All rested. We can go now."
Feeling her paws brush over his cheeks, he opened hi eyes and looked down at her, feeling his heart constrict yet again at the expression of gentle concern on her delicate features. She was too young to be subjected to this kind of fear, to be hunted like some lowly hyena. Forcing a smile to his maw and knowing it was hollow, he gathered her closer, simply just holding her for a long moment. He loved her so much...
"You are so brave, my darling. Have I ever told you that?" Licking her cheek gently he allowed a rare, honest smile to curl across his muzzle, it was tired and pained but full of his love for her. "We aren't going to run any further... I am going to get you accepted into the pride that lives here. They are a very secret pride, and will be safe for you." Ignoring the pain in his chest at the thought of loosing her, he knew he had no other choice. "They live with a Goddess and seem to be very peaceful." He tried to keep the strain from his voice but he knew he was failing. He had never been able to lie to his daughter, even when it was for her own good.
Nárya glanced over her shoulder at the dark jungle and pressed a little closer to her father, " Me? I'm not brave Papa, I'm only brave cause you are with me...Papa..please..." she looked up at him, her eyes frightened, " Why can't you come to? Won't their Goddess want you too?"
The ragged, thin, little cub wrapped her paws around her father's foreleg, " I know you did bad things, but you had to Papa, to keep me safe. I forgive you papa..I forgive you..." she whispered softly into his fur, " please, don't leave me papa...please. You mean the world to me papa."
Easing down onto his belly he drew her close against him, gathering her close as he wrapped his forelegs around her and tucked her under his chin so she wouldn't see the expression of pure agony on his face. "My darling... my beloved little angel.... " Losing his voice as a lump lodged in his throat, he could only hold her tightly for a long moment. Finally easing back a little he looked down at her with such longing it was painful to see. "I wish that I could come with you, but I don't think they will allow me to... I am a killer, how could they trust me when I can not deny that simple thing?" Gently he nuzzled her tiny mane tuft, trying to burn the feel of her against him, her scent and her warmth into his soul for when he was long gone from here, so that he would have that small reminder of her.
She bit her lip and clung to him harder, " Then I'll be one TOO! I'm not going without you PAPA! I won't go...I won't!"
Holding onto him for all she was worth the little female cub cried into her papa's worn mane, with each sob a plea was sent into the dark, jungle, depths as she dug her claws into his fur.
Please..please, save my papa too! He didn't mean it...he didn't! please help us...
Faeron could do nothing except hold her close against himself, feeling her warm tears soak into his mane, his heart breaking apiece at a time for causing her yet more hurt on top of everything she had already gone through. Lowering his head he rested his cheek atop her furry tuft, dark eyes gazing into the great looming forest of the Iknimaya.
He could only hope they would accept his Nárya... They were his last chance.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 4:50 am
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Entry for Edited Lioness
Lioness' Name: Omarosa
Meaning: Babylonian name meaning 'the sea'
(Pirate name: Bloody Rose)
Your Name: Tanakako
Brief History: Her mother was a captured slave who belonged to one of the ship Captains, a harsh tempered lion prone to taking a wicked paw to her when she wasn't fast enough to obey him. Birthed of this captain and the silent, broken lioness Omarosa was born a pirate but has always been fully aware of her mother's low rank and the contempt many of the pride show her due to her 'lowly' birth. Growing up knowing only hatred for her 'father' and tormentor and a mix of anger, pity and shame for her slave-mother, Omarosa was a disturbed and violent cub who didn't trust anyone, thinking those that were being kind only did so because they wanted something from her..
Brief Personality: Embittered from a very early age with a caustic temper of her own she has fought her way through the pride to attain the rank of Crewman in a ship. She lives by her claws and believes that if you want something, you have to take it by force. Determined that no one will ever abuse her as her mother was, she has pushed herself to grow strong and self suficiant. Not adverse to spilling blood for any reason, she has a very short temper and generally will take any criticism as a personal challenge.
Brief Description of Plot Idea with Characters Involved: Rosa will fight her way into the male dominated ships, becoming one of the most blood thirsty and dangerous pirates in the pride with a reputation for having a mean temper. She will meet Sanguine, another female pirate, who will persuade her to join Sanguine's crew though only after Sanguine thrashes Rosa in a fight. Rosa finally agrees to join up with the other lioness and becomes Sanguine's unofficial enforcer, happily doing Sanguine's dirty work for her as it is all just an excuse to exert herself over others in the pride, especially the men.
Hoist The Colours - Rosa's song
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 5:00 am
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Entry for Vutha
Your Name: Tanakako
Prompt Response: Scowling at nothing in particular, he grumbled in the back of his throat. Great... just great... mother was going to get upset again and Moto'Seide.... Wincing he closed his eyes in a long suffering expression and grimaced. Moto'Seide was going to take a bite out of his hide.. literally. Scowling darker at his morose thoughts the large lion heaved himself to his paws, long tail curling as he lowered his head and shook out his thick mane with irritation. No doubt he would be berated for loosing the cub, but then... did they really think leaving them with him had ever been a good idea? Surely they should have realised by now that he didn't want to be watching someone else's spawn.. Heck he didn't even want his own spawn so why they thought he'd make a decent nanny (not even a good one, just a competent one) was utterly beyond him.
Heaving a sigh of annoyance as he heard familiar pawsteps headed his way, the massive male grit his teeth and braced himself for the wailing (from his mother) and no doubt violent reprimand (from his sister) he would receive when the two lionesses reached him. Maybe this time they would learn 'not' to leave cubs with him... He could only hope. Turning he set unrepentant orange eyes on the two females, expression set in stubborn lines. May as well get this over with..
"One of the.."
Instantly he was cut off by his sister's cold tone. "Yes, we know. You lost one. Again." Her dark scowl was fixed directly on him, making his hide prickle.
Shrugging one massive shoulder he glanced off to the side, inwardly wincing at the expression on his mother's face. Did she really have to keep looking like that? Surely she would have realised he was not the perfect son she wanted.. Though one had to admire her optimism, thinking he would change his stripes at his age. Still.. it must have been nice living in such a happy world, he almost envied her. His sister's rant pierced his thoughts when her paw contacted with his chest, pulling him back to the here and now and the current issue of the missing cub.
"Well... I'll go look for it." H replied, not knowing what she had been saying but fairly certain his reply was the only one either lioness would accept right now. Shrugging again, the movement bored and slightly petulant, he turned and set off in the direction he had last seen the cub. At least by searching, he could escape his sister's scowling disappointment and his mother's bereaved expression. When would they just accept that he was not a decent lion..?
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 3:26 am
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Name Daiyu
Meaning Chinese name meaning 'black jade'. (For her pelt and eye colour)
Personality Generally friendly and rather outgoing, she is always the first one to talk to any cubs they meet and is prone to getting into fights in defense of her family. Often acting older than her age in order to protect her young sister and her brothers, Daiyu has taken on some of the duties their mother should really handle. She looks out for her siblings and makes sure they eat and drink enough on their trips. But she is not too serious for all the trials they experience. She loves travailing and seeing the world. She harbors a secret wish to settle down for a little while, but honestly doubts she will ever find somewhere she will want to live for the rest of her life. There is far too much out there to see and experience, and stories she has heard of massive lakes with no edge and rocks that soar into the clouds.
Prompt choice A
Prompt Response Yawning she blinked open bleary eyes, the all too familiar nudge at her head pulling her from a nice nap. Swallowing the urge to sigh she hauled herself to her feet and stretched stiffly, tail kinking. Ugh... was it time already? Shaking her head she lifted a paw and scrubbed at her face, trying to rid her eyes of sleep. Mama must have got itchy paws again... every time her paws itched they moved on, wandering about the land in a seemingly random pattern. Daiyu was fairly sure Mama had no idea where they were going, but had mentioned they were looking for something. Daiyu half suspected even Mama didn't know what it was she was looking for, but Daiyu hoped she found it soon. Travailing around was fun and all, with so much to see and do, but Daiyu would have liked to spend a little more time in one place. She tried to make friends, she really did.. but they moved too much for her to get to know any of them well enough... by the time she remembered their names, they were leaving the area. She felt for her siblings, it was just as hard on them as it was on her, but at least she was a pretty tough cub, or so she liked to think herself, and often got into scraps with the other youngsters they met on their travails, wanting to defend her younger sister and brothers. Sometimes she wondered if Mama really had wanted them, but then, Mama was Mama, of course she wanted them, she just had a hard time showing it sometimes. Satisfied with this way of thinking, the young cub pulled herself to full awareness and went over to lick at her sister's ear. "Come on.. its time to go again." Smiling softly at the grumpy little grown she received for her efforts, she bent and tugged on the ear again before going over to rouse her brothers. Another day... another new place to see.
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Which leopon are you trying for? the red armwarmer girl
Are they staying with their mother or going with their father?
Name Li-Hua
Meaning Chinese name meaning 'pear blossom'
Personality Shy and retiring, the constant travailing is very hard on the young female. Never having been very good with strangers, she usually hangs back and lets her siblings deal with any rogues they meet. She loves her siblings and her mother, but is prone to worrying about all of them far too often. She really worries about their mother, hoping that she finds what they are looking for so the can stop moving around. She really wants somewhere where she can rest and live quietly. All the moving around is very stressful for her and as soon as she gets used to a particular place, they are moving again. She has taken to carrying small stones and rocks in a pouch about her neck which she collects from those few places that she likes in order to remember them. Her stones become almost like her security blanket and when ever the world becomes too much for her, she will take herself off somewhere, find a large boulder where she can hide against its base and pull her little stones out, curling up around them and gently playing with them. Rocks are her biggest comfort and her favored places are caves or other rock-surrounded areas. Once she was asked why she collected the stones and she replied . "Because stones don't leave you like family does."
Prompt choice b
Prompt Response It had been a hot day and the family had spent the best part of it travailing. Now night had fallen and they had camped beside a small stream. A bad panic attack had sent Li-Hua upriver a short way to where the bank was higher and had wedged herself against it's sheltering curve, her stone-pouch held tight in her paws. Yet the young female had something on her mind more than just the heat of the day. They had met a family of hyenas, the cubs of which immediately started taunting her and her siblings, calling them 'freaks' and 'weirdos'. Her older sister had immediately yelled back. But it wasn't that that had bothered Li-Hua so badly. It was what the pups had said.. they were 'hybrids'... only part lion... She didn't know how to respond to the idea.. she wasn't who she had always thought she was? But she felt just fine.... Dropping her gaze she rolled a stone out of her bag and gently played with it. If only she could be half-rock, the rocks never yelled at her or chased her.. the rocks never went away. Sighing softly she curled up around her little hoard and settled her chin on the stones carefully. Maybe she could be half-stone.... if she was half-lion then there had to be another half somewhere... why couldn't she be half-stone? Smiling softly at the idea she closed her eyes and drifted off, the smile remaining on her maw as she slumbered peacefully.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 11:54 am
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DW male cub
[LITTLE BOY PLZ]
Name: Khalil
Meaning: Honourable comrade
Future Rank: Guardian (subclass - scout)
Personality: As much as his twin is shy and soft-spoken, Khalil is the complete opposite, just as their fur colours are. He is determined and stubborn, often mistaken as just being cold-hearted or antisocial when in fact he is just a lot more serious than most cubs, even more so than Stjórn, whom Khalil thinks of as a jock. Khalil is far too focused to waste his time on being a bully and a loud-mouth (as he thinks Stjórn is) and would much rather focus on his studies and on his own personal training. Where as his older brother exhausts himself in the middle of the day, Khalil alternates his sessions between daytime and night-time when it is much cooler. When it is hot he works on his stealth and patience, and at night he trains his stamina and fighting skills. His focus is not to be a huge muscle-lion all roar and no skill, but to be a quiet and efficient warrior who uses his body as a tool, but doesn't just rely on his physical strength, but his mental as well.
When it comes to his twin, he very rarely shows much affection, usually ignoring his shy sibling and doing his own thing or trying to bully Kuoaih into training with him. But if anyone were to so much as look at Kuoaih wrong, they would soon find a furious and very protective Khalil in their face. He is very much the protective twin and secretly he wants to preserve Kuoaih's delicate, shy nature and keep him safe from the harsh realities of the world around them, yet conversely, he is afraid that if anything should happen to himself, his beloved twin will be defenceless... Khalil makes himself cold and rather hard-heart so he can always be his brother's defender, so Kuoaih himself will never have to suffer disappointment or lose his innocent outlook on things. From the outside it usually seems as if Khalil is barely tolerating his brother's presence, but for Khalil, his twin is his world.
He will grow up as a kind of anti-hero type personality.. Appearing generally aloof and cold but will grudgingly allow others to call him their friend if they bug him enough. But in truth, he is a kind hearted male under that tough outer shell and spends time worrying about his family and friends. he will defend someone at all cost and is loyal to a fault. But he has no trouble saving your skinny behind and then turning around and cuffing you on the ear for putting yourself in a dangerous situation to begin with.
Prompt Number: #2
Prompt Response: He was just about to head out for their play time after a particularly boring lesson, when out of the corner of his eye he spotted two of the bigger cubs headed towards the corner of the classroom. It was where he had seen Ulduar at some point during the long rambling lecture on pride history (yawn). Closing his eyes he sighed heavily, then took a deep breath and turned, his icy blue eyes narrowed in irritation. Yes.. sure enough, just as he had feared, the pair of bullies had caught his younger brother in the corner of the room and was calling him names and poking at him. Grrr why couldn't he fight back just once? The bullies would leave him alone.
Growling under his breath he stalked across the room and without warning grabbed one of the older cub's tails and yanked hard, enough that he felt his neck muscles jolt. He will need to work on making his neck stronger obviously.. Pulling his distracted thoughts back on hand he met the surprised snarl with his own bared teeth and narrowed eyes. "Leave now and I wont hurt you." He hissed softly. He did not try and puff up to make himself look bigger, he just stood there, tail still and body relaxed, claws extended and resting on the floor. Passive yet he exuded an aura of calm confidence which utterly unnerved the older cubs. It was not so much that he seemed stronger than them, as he surely was not, it was the calmness and utter lack of fear of them that confused them, as they were not used to having some random youth stand up to their bullying. And like most bullies, their actions were hiding their own lack of confidence.
The pair blustered a moment, snarling and calling him and his brother names, but when he simply stared back at them with his eerie pale-eyed gaze, they finally turned tail and slunk away, throwing the ridiculous comment of 'we won’t be so nice next time' over their shoulders. Snorting once the pair had left he turned and looked at his younger sibling, sighing and frowning at him. "If you stood up for yourself, they wouldn't pick on you." Turning he padded out of the ruins and into the warm sunlight.
Any plot ideas?: More like family dynamics..
- He and Stjórn will never see eye-to-eye, given their different views on what a strong lion should be like and the fact that Khalil considers Stjórn to be something of a muscle-headed idiot who doesn't know brute strength is not always the best solution to a problem.
- He will defend his twin no mater what, even if on the average day, his treatment of Kuoaih is really rather gruff and cold. He wants his brother to be strong and independent, but also wishes to preserve his gentle nature, seeing it as something precious and rare, and not a trait him himself can afford to indulge in. He almost sees Kuoaih as his own opposite, and wants his twin to have a better life than himself, one where Kuoaih can sleep peacefully at night and dream of a bright future with a loving mate and many cubs.
- When it comes to his sister, Almennt, he is pleased with her choice to follow their father, but he also thinks she is hot headed, and certainly he tends to avoid being seen with her while they are with the other cubs as he doesn't agree with her 'holier than thou' attitude she strikes up with the pride. He will likely pull her aside and attempt to knock her down a peg or two when they reach juvenile age. he is certainly not afraid of angering her and could be a rather grounding influence in her life if allowed.
- Sambas... dear protective Sambas... Khalil does love his oldest sibling, but he thinks the boy tries too hard. Yes its noble to want to protect your whole family, but the other cubs need to experience life's knocks in order to grow and grow-up (or they could all end up like Stjórn -dramatic shudder-). Khalil tends to ignore the fact that he is just as over-protective when it comes to his twin, but that is a completely different situation damnit. He does kind of think of Sambas as a classic 'hero' type, far too honourable and 'good' for his own well-being. Otherwise, Khalil likes Sambas and is more than happy to spend time with the guy and in the future, would want to keep close family ties with him.
Do you have any Dawnwalkers? Yes, two un-lined and one lined
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 3:47 am
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Entering for Dark Qyrhyeshti
Name and Meaning: Hajar bint Tyrngah (Abandoned in Arabic)
Describe Her: Her mother named her for her dark coat, 'abandoned by the sun' since she found it so very difficult to cope with the hot desert sun and from an early age took to an almost nocturnal lifestyle, hiding away during the day, but maddeningly active at dawn and dusk. An energetic cub despite her disability, she loved to play with the other youngsters, quick to pick up on their 'games' and while she may not have been the strongest or the fastest, she was never one of the cubs getting picked on either. She loved her mother and siblings fiercely and always assumed they would be there.. so when her mother vanished one day, the youngster simply couldn't understand it.
Since her mother' death, the young female has grown up and grown bitter, the perfection of cubhood shattered by the realities of living in a pride constantly at war. Not long after the loss of their mother, the young Hajar's best friend, a slightly older male who had been helping her train, went to the Burkuteshti boarder on a secret raid but never returned. Feeling abandoned by the mother she had loved, the male who had been both her best friend and teacher, and by the pride she belonged to, her name took on a whole new meaning for her. Embracing the cold darkness that had taken over her heart she now lives her life in the shadows, hunting and stalking the hated Burkuteshti by night and vanishing into the depths of the Qyrhyeshti strong hold during the day. The only thing that will make her appear in the sunlight is the call to war, for she is still Qyrhyeshti, no matter the colour of her fur or the darkness of her heart.
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Entering for Pale Qyrhyeshti
Name and Meaning: Ayşıl bint Tyrngah (Moonlight in Turkish)
Describe Her: Most would call her dainty, with her pale fur and slender, lightweight body and in truth she does little to dissuade those naive enough to think so. Only when one sees her in battle do they realise the error of their assumptions. She may be as pale as snow and terribly sensitive to sunlight, but that is where her 'delicacy' ends. The slight young female becomes a pale ghost of death when blood is spilled. Fleet and swift, her light body and small size make her a difficult target for her opponents, and in a pitched battle with multiple bodies all straining for blood, she moves between the combatants like a spirit, causing disarray and confusion where ever she goes. A slit throat here, a severed tendon there... she does not stand still and battle it out with brute strength, instead she is the silent death that comes from behind.
Her almost split-natured personality makes her very difficult to understand, for she will be entirely sweet and innocent one day and the next, be soaked in blood and smiling sublimely. These are not faked emotions, she truly is something of a troubled mind. To those of her own pride she is charming, sometimes shy but always a pleasure to be around. But when the hated Burkuteshti come close, she is a cold blooded killer with no remorse for whose mother may be bleeding under her claws.
There is one last unusual thing about this young lioness... She is not entirely mute, but she speaks so little, some days she might as well be. And in battle she is as silent as death itself. No battle cry, no sound of pain when it is her own blood watering the ground. It gives her a slightly eerie air that makes even her own pride tend to give her a little more room than most, treating her as slightly 'touched' mentally... and whose to say it isn't so?
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 2:15 pm
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Wild dog for the star gazer pack
[Sign me up: Returning Male!]
Name: Mkesha
Meaning: ‘Night watcher’ in swahili
Rank: Was going to train as a Howler before leaving the pride, but is now torn between Howler and Colossus and will take which ever position the pride needs most.
Personality: Before he left the pack he was young and brash, highly energetic and playful with no concept of loneliness or struggle. Good kid he loves to make others laugh and always tried to help his parents. He also took his studies as a Howler seriously though could never help but goof about in class. When he fled to the roguelands he was forced to grow up quickly, learning to fend for himself and to hunt on his own, rather than as a pack. He survived well enough, becoming a charming if slightly goofy male with a quietly sad expression lurking in his eyes. He would have given anything to go back home but couldn’t face bring yet more shame to his family, so he exiled himself and never thought he would eventually return.
After the disaster strikes and he does go back, he realises what a fool he had been. He has lost so much, his parents, his friends... his first love who had never confessed to and now.. he never would have the chance. The only good thing in his life is Alnilam and he tries to help her as much as he can, never complaining no matter how tired and hungry he is, he makes sure everyone else in the shattered pack has been seen to first before allowing himself to rest and eat. While there is still that playful, optermistic youth still somewhere deep inside him, he has become a far more subdued male who carries much guilt on his shoulders. He blames himself for disappointing his parents. Never having returned to find out if they actually blamed him or not..
Prompt #: 1
Prompt Response: A bird’s warning cry filtered past his thoughts, a certain word jarring from his mind back from its internal dreamscape.
The Nyota-Wasomaji?
Jerking upright out of the light dose he had fallen into, he ignored his half-eaten meal and twisted in a tight circle, seeking the bird who’s voice had called him from sleep. “Wait! You there!” he called, his deep voice loud yet thin with sudden, gut clenching fear. What had happened to his old pride?! He had to find out. Locating the bird that had alighted on a sun-blasted tree a short distance away by its fur-rippling cries of disaster, Mkesha sprang into a dead sprint, already calling out to the bird as he raced up beside its perch.
“What happened? Tell me what happened to the Nyota-Wasomaji!” Blood pounded in his ears so hard he was afraid he’d miss the birds reply as images of those he had known, friends and family, hurt, dead or dying, filled his mind. No, he would not think such things!
The bird’s erratic reply did at least offer some kind of hope, frail though it was. A huge uplifting of the earth... collapsed caves.. dead and dying but.. survivors.. His heart juddered against his ribs as images of a pretty young dog with golden eyes and a star flecked crimson coat filled his mind. Anatola... The young female he had fallen so deeply in love with the moment he had laid eyes on her. She had been beautiful, so innocent and yet cheeky with it. They had spent many hours playing together like pups, silly childish games that took on a whole new meaning the deeper he fell for her. When his parents started making noises about him growing up, of finding a mate, he had been all set to claim the amazing female as his own, but then they had told him of their plains for him to wed Alnilam. A female who he considered more of a sister than a wife... He loved Alnilam deeply, but it was not the same as the passion he felt for Anatola. Yet he could not imagine breaking his parents hearts, not to mention the expectations of the rest of the pack. Unable to face the choice between what was best for the pack what his own heart truly desired... he had fled.
Now, a full adult with more than a few mistakes to his name, he knew he had to go back, had to help the pack that had given him life, a home, love... He desperately needed to see his parents and Alnilam, to make sure they were safe and well. And he needed to find Anatola... the thought of her hurt was a physical blow to his chest.
Future plots: Mkesha’s first love, Anatola, is killed in the earthquake, her body never is discovered either and it wounds Mkesha to the point where he loses his playful, puppyish personality and suddenly grows up into a far more sober, thoughtful dog. He still sees Alnilam as a best friend and almost a sister and could not imagine becoming her mate. He will always be a support to her, ready to do almost anything needed to help her and her pack. Be it hunting for food, digging dens or looking after younger members.
He will meet and fall for Yildun after resigning himself to being a bachelor. Second time around is far harder and for a long time he doubts himself, doubts his heart, and even doubts that he would be good enough for Yildun, considering all he has done, the abandonment of his pack and all the mistakes he has made since... But eventually he can’t take the strain anymore and confesses, ready to run back out into the roguelands when she refuses...Whether or not she refuses this first time would be rped out with Ameh, and how the pair would eventually get together would be plotted in rp.
They will pair up, only the how would need to be worked out. Plots are delicious!
How many Wild Dogs do you own?: 3
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 1:25 pm
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[Little stars, all in a line~]
Entering for: Female
Name: Almasi'mwanga
Meaning: 'Diamond lights' in swahili - named for how the stars look like diamonds in the night sky
Rank: Star-Tracker
Personality: Shy and retiring. She prefers to hang back and let her siblings take the lime light. Fully aware that their mother holds a position of great important in the pack she is rather nervous about doing or saying anything that would make the pack think badly about her family. As a result she tends to over-think things which leads to her missing out on conversations, as by the time she has formulated something appropriate to say, the conversation has moved onto a new topic. As a result many think he either slow or just air-headed, when in fact she is exceptionally bright with a sharp, intelligent mind.
It takes along time for her to feel comfortable around anyone and as a result she tends to stick to her small family group for most of her puphood, which includes the pups of her mother's co-ruler, as they are of the same age and same social standing, she feels a stronger connection to Alnitak's litter than the other youngsters in the pack. This doesn't mean she sees her family and Alnitak's as better than the rest, only that Alnitak's pups understand how scary it is to have the eyes of the whole pack on you at such a young age. Not until she grows and matures does she start trying to form friendships within the rest of the pack, revealing her truly sweet and gentle nature
Prompt #: 2
Prompt Response: Somehow she had discovered herself alone in the tunnel. She had been absorbed in studying the star-maps drawn over the stone walls, fascinated by the shapes and patterns the stars made and fancying that she could see some kind of story unfolding before her the harder she stared. Only the sudden sound behind her of a sneeze was loud enough to break her concentration and make her glance over her shoulder to see what was there. Twin glowy pinpricks and glowing melty-ness made her squeak in fright, scrambling backwards before her eyes re-adjusted to looking at something other than star-patterns on a cave wall. Realising it was another pup that stood there she dragged a harsh breath into her frozen lungs and offered a jittery, embarrassed giggle that sounded a little to high.
"Uh... hello... I... didn't see you there." Still feeling all breathless, her fur prickling from her fright, she tried to smile in a friendly manner, but could barely hear the pup's reply from around the beating of her heart against her ribs. However, her mind was clearly more focused than her instincts as she recognized the honestly rather scary figure as a son of her mother's rival-friend. Relaxing a little more from her scare she managed, this time, to give him a real smile, her fur finally smoothing back along her spine from her shocked reaction. "I'm --- How did you find me?" Shyly she took a step forwards, wanting to get to know this boy who was the same age as her. Maybe he would be a little less wild than her brothers... and would sit and talk to her...
How many Wild Dogs do you own?: 3
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