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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 6:31 pm
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ON HOLD ~~~ Name: Wacheza
Nickname: Cheza
Name Meaning: Dancer
Pride: Bahari'mtoto Pride
Father: Manoari
Mother: Nkechi
Brothers(s): Tau, Kiraku, Ipeca
Sisters(s): Mirija, Kinda'hima
Mate: Akai Rousoku
Son: Nagareboshi, Asho
Daughter: Marwa, Lela'kaa,
Obtained: Gift from an Ary breeding with FM ^^
Colorist: -
Personality: Wacheza a quiet and thoughtful lion who spends a great deal of time meditating. He likes the quiet, he isn't usually one for big adventure, generally more likely to be found staring at the sea and wondering about the nature of existence. Sweet and genuine, he is a philosopher, always off in his own little world, and he is always kind to everyone he meets. A wise and zen lion, he tends to be sought out for advice.
He loves butterflies and is often followed by a small trail of them (from anywhere between 5-20)
History: Born to the sea pride to his parents, Manoari and Nkechi, Wacheza often found himself wandering the beach, right to the boarders, regardless of the possible dangers. He has a very close bond to his siblings Tau, Kinda'hima and Mirija, who were some of the few lions he confided his strange opinions of the world in. Wandering the boarders, he met his future mate and bonded with her quickly.
To this day Wacheza can be found in silence, becoming one with nature itself, and is happy to offer advice and sound council for anyone else who agree to non-violent approach to life.
Pictures:
Family
Baby Cert
Baby Picture
Juv Cert
Juv Picture
AdolCert
Adol Picture
AdultCert
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 6:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 6:34 pm
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ON HOLD
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Name: Ilori
Nickname: Lori
Name Meaning: Special Treasure
Pride: Tuait'tekem Lands
Father: Nukta
Mother: Adanna
Brothers(s): Jini, Nanuka
Sisters(s): Mosi
Mate: Sepoko
Son: Farasi, Negama, Ajali
Daughter: Moto'Inzi, Ramala, Ra'hmanut
Obtained: Ary and Tahja, I send all my luff ^_^
Colorist:
Personality: Ilori is possibly the laziest lion in the Savannah. If it's time to work, he's sure to be asleep. If it's time to sleep, he'll be lazing about in the shade. If it's time to play... eh as long as he doesn't have to get up that's probably fine. Time to eat? As long as he doesn't have to do the hunting. This big teddy bear is happiest when he doesn't have to do anything, or he has a dozen kids using him as a jungle gym.
History: Ilori grew up traveling with his parents and twin brother, going from place to place and never stopping for long. Meeting new friends has never been hard for Ilori, since he likes about everyone, but he never keeps them because he always leaves. His biggest dissapointment was losing his friend Sepoko.
Ilori once accidentally traveled into Firekin territory and was brutally attacked by a female in that area, but he was rescued by both of his parents. From the Firekin, Ilori learned to hate for the first time in his life. But Ilori's time in the desert would not be over for a long time. For, despite his yearning to travel, his parents decided to settle down in the Dawn Walker Tribe. Though at first Ilori was apprehensive about the idea of settling down, he warmed up to the idea slightly as he got to know the members of his new Pride. Though secretly he still wanted to travel and find his lost 'friend' Sepoko.
Living in the Dawnwalkers became easier and easier for Ilori. He made friends, and even found somewhat of a purpose, fighting against the vultures as he got older, while on a secret mission from the King to seek out the ancient treasure of his Pride. Everything seemed to be falling into place for him, but someone was still missing. His old friend Sepoko, who he missed more and more with each passing day. Little did he know that they wouldn't be apart for much longer...
But as soon as they were finally reunited, they were nearly torn apart again by war that ravaged the Dawnwalker Pride. Ilori was brutally injured, and came close to death, but he made his way back to Sepoko... and after doing so was finally able to announce his love to his oldest friend. Soon after Ilori recovered, the two decided to leave and return to Sepoko's old home, where they would no longer have to worry about fighting.
On the way to the singing pride, the two found their muse: Fireflies. But their adventure was just beginning. Especially since when they got there, they decided to turn around and head back to the Dawn Walkers. On their way, the two met a lioness named Makhi, whom Ilori quickly befriended. Eventually she said she would help Ilori and Sepoko do the one thing they couldn't do together: Have babies.
Since the disbanding of the Dawn Walkers, Ilori and his family have settled down, stopped moving, and found their own little place in the world.
Picture:
Family Picture
Cub Cert
Cub Picture
Juv Cert
Juv Picture
Adol Picture
Adol Cert
Adult Cert
Adult Picture
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 6:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 8:18 pm
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Name: Eztil
Nickname: N/A
Name Meaning: Blood
Pride: None
Father: Unknown
Mother: Unknown
Brothers(s): None
Sisters(s): Coaxoch (Deceased)
Sexuality: Whatever he can get
Mate: none
Son: None
Daughter: none
Obtained: SS From Meep <33333333
Colorist: Meep
Personality: Eztil has always been... a little off. A born leader-like character, he prides himself most on his cunning, loving to trick others into following him. Though not one for crowds, he loves to have several others around him who he can control. He does not know love, in the traditional sense, only obsession and passion. Since the death of his sister and her mate, he has been... a little worse off than usual. Sadistic, sociopathic, and armed with a silver tongue, Eztil always gets what he wants... and what he wants tends to flop around a lot. He can seem to have a softer side at times, but this is only trickery to convince others to trust him.
Theft and murders are not beneath him. He destroys anyone who gets in his way. Think of him as a con-man, looking for an easy life.
History: When Eztil was young, his siblings and parents all died. Killed by hyenas. The only survivors were himself and his younger sister Coaxoch. The two of them stuck together, always, and learned to keep themselves alive. Though they came to despise other lions, and animals of all sorts, the two always trusted in each other. They were their own support system; their way of life was to be together.
As they grew older, they grew more vicious. Though not insane, the two of them were clever, following other lions and stealing their kills… or their things. Eventually, they began to pick up followers, usually stupider, though more powerful lions who thought them the King and Queen of mischief and mayhem, which was exactly what they were. Soon they had a group of about twenty or so, parading around the rouge lands, destroying whatever they felt like, and doing whatever they wanted.
Eventually, Coaxoch found a mate, and Eztil found a friend: Xiuhcoatl, a male of slim intelligence, but brutally powerful. Together he and Coaxoch had many children, though Eztil never found a mate of his own. He only loved Coaxoch and her children. Eztil was happy… and then it all ended.
A female in the pride wished to be Xiuhcoatl’s mate, thinking herself better suited for the powerful male than the clever ‘witch’ Coaxoch. Murdering Eztil's sister and her children, the lioness quickly met the wrath of Eztil and Xiuhcoatl, but her family was large and strong, eventually splitting the group and ending in a blood bath.
As far as Eztil knows, he is the sole survivor of the infighting.
For a little while, Eztil went on his own, working as a single conman, but he didn't take to it. Always looking for partners in crime (to do the heavy lifting), Eztil seeks out an easier way to go about life.
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Just Eztil
Eztil and Tia Conman/Woman Banner
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 4:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 3:37 pm
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ON HOLD
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Name: Mkia
Nickname: N/A
Name Meaning: Tail
Pride: None
Father: Kiganja
Mother: Ohenewaa
Brothers(s): Lochal
Sisters(s): Penzi'Moyo
Mate: Kenya
Sons: A’kigeni, Yahe, Jad'ili, Rarantsha
Daughter: none
Obtained: Gift from green_eyes ^_^
Personality: Mkia is autophobic, which means that she is afraid of being alone. Though when she is with others, she is very happy, easily excited, loves to romp around with friends and have exciting adventures... the second she is alone, she is a complete different person. She is scared, skittish, can scream for hours until someone finds her, and is constantly in a state of terror.
When Mkia is NOT alone however, she is completely fearless, almost to the point of complete recklessness and stupidity. She is gung-ho, happy-go-lucky and can be a little childish and petty. To cover up her fear of being alone, when she's with others she insists she is not afraid of anything.
Though Mkia's good attitude is nearly unbreakable, she does have a darker taste which was developed while she traveled with her mate Kenya. She has a slight addiction to lion meat... and though generally she will not hunt a lion to get it, she does eat any dead lion she finds.
History: Mkia's first memory was a dream she had when she was young, where her entire family disappeared, leaving her alone. Even though it was not a real event, it has stuck with her for her entire life... leaving the poor girl with rather severe abandonment issues, that ended with her having autophobia.
Though she did try when she was young to over-come her fear, she never did manage to fully recover (though she can be on her own now, and not start screaming her head off) however she did develop a certain fearlessness which cannot be over-come either.
As a young adult Mkia struck out on her own, however, she had not been alone one day before she met the young leopard Kenya. An angry youth, Mkia worked to teach him how to hunt, and the two formed an awkward friendship, staying together and traveling as they wished. Despite their general happiness, the two began to find that food was scarce, and while Mkia's friendly disposition originally prevented her from accepting a new form of food... she and Kenya began to form a very interesting taste... for lion meat.
The two later bonded over their mutual discovery, and went on to have children together. Mkia now sees herself as 'belonging' with Kenya, and travels with him, keeping her children close at all times.
Picture:
Just Mkia Baby
Family Photo
Mkia Cub Cert
Juv Cert
Juv Picture
Teen Cert
Teen Pic
Mkia Adult Cert
Mkia Adult Pic
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 4:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 5:06 pm
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ON HOLD
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Name: Xinavane Nickname: Vane Name Meaning: Propagate/Spread Pride: Mwako'bi'GizaFather: Yanisin Mother: Lololi Brothers(s): Shupavu Vuguru Sisters(s): Nayeli, Riziki, Latasha Half-Siblings: Archedios, Sanjit, Zehavi Mate: none Son: Buibui'Sefu, Eurig'amideir, Abidemi Daughter: Xiá Fēng, Hima'Rajani, Tambo, Hewa'Wembe Obtained: Gift from Safaia Colorist: - Personality: Xinavane is one stone cold fox. She doesn't like to talk much, but does oh so love to hurt those who harm the innocent. Stern and just, think of Xinavane as a police chief. A lover of order, she fights against evil and those who would harm others, not out of any desire to be a hero, but simply to make the world better and ensure that no one suffers at the claws of cruelty. Something she's now doing as she wanders the world. History: Yanisin, Mafunde, and Lololi all came from a small religious tribe. In this tribe, there was a tradition for the male lions; they would take on two mates. Whichever one became pregnant first would live. The other would be a blood sacrifice to ensure the health of mother and cubs. Mafunde claimed to be pregnant, thus slating Lololi---her sister---to be sacrificed. Yanisin spirited Lololi away. After a time, it became clear that Mafunde was not pregnant at all, but had merely lied to save her own skin. Just as this was discovered, Lololi gave birth in her secret hiding place. The trio ran, grabbing the cubs and carried them far, far away... ...Only to find that her aunt was pregnant as well! But Xinavane's desire for revenge, or even to help others, was not sated staying at home. She felt the desire to move on with her life... to find a way to help those who had been hurt in the past, like she had been. Or even to find her family's pride and get revenge. And so, when she became a teenager, Xinavane ran away to find a way to help those in need. And so she ventured out into the great unknown. And she found her calling. Though this was not without help. After encountering the God of Wanderlust, Zuru, Xinavane was finally able to accept that she had to travel the world in order to find herself, which she did, until she came into contact with the Mwako'bi'Giza, a pride which had set itself up to counter-act the growing demon threat. Xinavane quickly joined their ranks, becoming their Ardhi, watching over the pride to ensure its safety while the warriors were away. Still, she found herself missing the wandering life, and once again met Zuru in order to say her goodbyes... and admit that she cared for him more than she had ever cared for anyone else. Though the two had to part from one another, as Xinavane knew she must stay and fight, and Zuru could never stay in one place for long... Xinavane was not left as alone as she thought she might be, having more cubs with her lover. With the disbanding of the demon hunters, Xinavane is now going it alone once again, fighting to destroy evil wherever she finds it... and perhaps find her lost love. 
Picture:
Family Portrait
Family Portrait, With Half-Siblings
Xinavane Cub
Xinavane Cub Cert
Xinavane Juv Cert
Xinavane Juv
Xinavane Teen
Xinavane Teen Cert
Xinavane, Zuru, and the Kids
Xinavane Adult
Xinavane Adult Cert
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 4:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 3:44 pm
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ON HOLD
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Name: Giza’Vermaak
Nickname: Giza
Name Meaning: Dark Humor
Pride: None
Father: Riddick
Mother: Yorik
Brothers(s): Dom
Sisters(s): Shirah, Aereon
Mate: Bi'ndoto
Son: Hila, Ueaj
Daughter: Umiza, Ulozi, Faizah
Obtained: RP Contest
Colorist: -
Personality: Giza’s name goes well with her personality. She does not entirely share her family’s blood lust… in other words, she doesn’t actually like to kill her victims. She more-or-less likes to leave bent and broken survivors. A team player, Giza roots for her family… and is excellent at capturing and breaking her victims. She’s of ‘good-humor’ in the sense that she’s always good for a smile or a laugh… but what she smiles and laughs at can be rather unfortunate. She thinks of herself as an artist.
History: To say the least, Giza is used to living a life on the run with her family. Saying she didn't love it would be a blatent lie. Even though she lacks the 'shine job' that many of her family members have, Giza finds her own tallents incredibly useful... especially her tallent for getting information. Not through spying... but rather through her pension for pain.
Constantly on the run with her family, Giza learns to be a warrior, and an 'arist' in her own right.
Picture:
GizaCub
Giza Cub Cert
Giza Juv Cert
Giza Juv Pic
Giza Teen Cert
Giza Teen Picture
Giza Adult Cert
Giza Adult PIc |
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 9:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 4:32 pm
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ON HOLD
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Name: Asadaki
Nickname: Asa
Name Meaning: He Sacrifices
Pride: None
Father: N/A
Mother: N/A
Brothers(s): N/A
Sisters(s): Dabiku
Mate: Ylva
Son: Ainran, Kumo
Daughter: Adjoa, Dabiku
Obtained: Gift from Red from an event she won *worships ground she walks on*
Colorist: -
Personality: Asadaki is EXTREMELY protective of his younger sister. Since he has rescued her from being sacrificed, he sees himself as her 'white knight' and worships her as though she were his Goddess. She is quite sacred to him. Asa is quite a gentleman, very knightly and good-natured, however he does have a darker side. Because he is so protective of his sister, he will dismiss, or VERY physically harm anyone who ever tries to touch her. And that's a literal touch... or possibly attempts to move within the same area where she resides... He sees everything in what can 'hurt' her, and what will not. This means Dabiku is always ahead in his mind, and he will always put her saftey above his own. However, he is a gentleman, and very gracious and noble.
Or he was. Nearly murdered and left for dead by a conman who kidnapped his sister, Asa does not know what happened to her. Now he lives on, a broken creature, though slowly growing stronger with his family every day.
History: To every generation in the Marakoma Hyena Tribe were born a pair of twins, one dark and one light, and these twins were to be named Dabiku and Asadaki. Dabiku, the fair twin, was to be raised sheltered by her family, pure of mind, body, and soul. Asadaki, the dark twin, was to be made to be active in every way possible, to be familiar with every individual in the tribe, to participate in every ceremony and event; in such a way, Asadaki would come to represent the will of the tribe. These twins were the most important individuals in the entire tribe until the next set of twins came along. Even the twins themselves were raised with complete understanding of their purpose and fate; on the first full moon after the twins reached adolescence, Asadaki, in the name of all the Marakoma, would sacrifice his twin Dabiku to be the bride or groom to the fickle god Kiruhu. This and this alone would ensure the god would be content to continue bringing the herds back for the rainy season, in accordance with a prophecy made long in the tribe’s past. For countless generations this tradition continued flawlessly. Every Dabiku gave their life, and the herds continued to come and nourish the Marakoma.
Until Asa and Biku.
Asa was a perfect Asadaki in every way. He idolized his father, the previous Asadaki, for his dedication to both family and tribe. Asa wanted to be alike his father in every way, and so did everything asked of him with great enthusiasm, and came to be a friend to all. His sister Biku, in turn, was the picture of an ideal Dabiku. Quiet, obedient, and cheerful, she always listened to her mother, father, and brother. She learned all the tribe’s stories and songs, ate all the right foods, and never forgot to bathe in the sacred spring each sunrise. Not once did she complain about her lot in life, and not once did Asa question what he was to do.
Finally, their given night came. Dabiku was dressed in all the finest furs and flowers, decorated for her waiting groom. Asadaki donned the feather headdress of his father and was given the anointed blade. Only the two of them could perform the ceremony, the ceremony they’d been raised and trained for their entire lives; it would be disrespectful to the god to crowd the hill, and they could risk tainting the bride with their presence. And so when Asa arrived on the hill, his sister was already there waiting for him, practically gleaming in the moonlight. She sang to the stars in her warbling soprano, like a bird. Beaming, Asadaki stood back and watched her a while as she made her dance, her tail and garments trailing in the breeze. This was not part of the ceremony; this was just Biku, as he knew her.
From the corner of her silver eye she saw him, and came to a neat stop on all fours, perched upon the great flat rock where she would meet her groom. “Well come along then!” she called, her voice gilded with laughter.
Asa nodded once and approached. As was customary, she bowed her head low to him before rolling over, exposing her belly and throat. Asa bowed back, then turned his head to look down the hill, down on the sleeping Marakoma and their dens. This was for them, he had to remember. This was for all of them.
“I am ready,” Biku said, snapping Asa out of his daze. He blinked rapidly, then turned to face her.
Deep in his throat, he began to recite the chant to wake the god and call him to his new bride. It was all in old, archaic words that Asadaki didn’t really understand, but he’d been made to read them over and over again as long as he lived, so they came to him as readily as breathing.
Dabiku had only to lie and wait, which she did with a smile on her face, tail lashing.
Asadaki couldn’t help but watch her as he chanted; he’d always been watching over her, after all. It seemed to him she hadn’t changed since they were little, not a bit. She was always smiling, patient… The old words trickled to a stop in Asa’s mouth, and he drooped.
The perpetual smile fell off Biku’s face, and she tilted her head to the side. “What is wrong, Asadaki?” she asked. “Have you forgotten the spell?”
After a long pause chewing on his lip, a million thoughts at once trying to penetrate his mind, Asadaki shook his head. “No, no I’ve not,” he sighed. “It’s only… I’m just scared is all.”
But Dabiku just laughed at her brother, pressing a paw to her chest. “But why? This is our purpose, Asadaki. You can do it. I believe in you.” She grinned and laid herself out straight again, encouraging him on.
Oh, and she just didn’t understand at all. Asa couldn’t blame her; she lived her whole life under their mother’s watchful eye, hidden from the world and its ways. This, this was all she knew. And Asa, who knew the world in all its beauty and wonder, found pity rising to his throat, choking him. Dabiku would never know the world as he knew it. Certainly she’d never know what she was missing, but that didn’t make Asadaki feel any better. Why did it have to be them, just because they were born in a matching set? Why did this particular fate have to be theirs, out of all the fates in the wide world? Once again Asadaki turned his gaze on the sleeping tribe below them, and his eyes narrowed, his heart racing, all his muscles clenching. And all along the whole tribe had asked them to go along with this like there was nothing wrong with it at all. “It’s not fair,” Asa told the village below.
“Pardon?” said Biku, perking up a little.
Asadaki swiveled on his heels, turning to her. “It’s not fair!” he said. “You shouldn’t have to die! I shouldn’t have to kill you! We should have a choice!”
“But I do not mind,” said Dabiku, sitting up so she could lay a paw upon her brother’s shoulder and soothe him. “I was always ready for this night. I am happy to give my life if it means that you and our tribe can continue to live.”
And she was still smiling. How could she keep smiling like that in the face of death? No, Asadaki wasn’t going to have it. For once in their lives, they were going to have a choice. Taking his sister by the paw she laid on his shoulder, he pulled her up onto his back.
“Wait!” she cried, flailing, trying to wrestle her way back to the altar and the only meaning her life had ever had. “What are you doing? Asadaki!”
“Either someone else can wed Kiruhu, or they can find the herds themselves!” Asa secured his sister on his back before bolting off, forcing her to cling tight or fall off and hurt herself. He knew she’d never allow such a thing; a single bruise would make her impure. “There’s no way an entire pride’s fate can rest on just our shoulders! No way! That wouldn’t be fair!”
“But,” Dabiku breathed, huddling against her brother. “But… where will we go? What will we do?”
Asadaki continued to run at a steady clip, all the way downhill and then along the stream bank, into the forest. “Anywhere,” he said. “Anything. I want you to see the world, Dabiku. I don’t want to live without you.” And that was all it really came down to, wasn’t it? More than anything, more than the apparent foolishness of the ancient ritual or the sense of betrayal, Asadaki just didn’t know how to be anything else other than part of a set. Despite all his socialization, the only constant in his life was Dabiku.
And Dabiku would not argue with her brother, because she didn’t know how to do that either. She only sighed and laid against him, hung onto him for dear life.
And Asadaki kept running until his legs gave out beneath him.
And the Marakoma didn’t know how to exist without their traditions. As the rainy season rolled in, so did the paranoia. With each day that the herds did not show, another claw was pointed, another harsh word shouted. It didn’t take long for the panic to consume them. Enough blood was shed to stain their lands in a way that could be seen and smelled for miles.
Sure enough, the herds did not return to the Marakoma that year.
Picture:
Asadaki Teen
Asadaki and Dabiku Teens
Asa Teen Cert
Asadaki Adult
Asadaki Adult Cert
Asadaki/Dabiku Adult Cert |
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 5:44 pm
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