Name: Cub Name: Cin Adult:Boian
Meaning: Romanian for Warrior
Species: Lion
Gender: Male
Mate: None
Offspring: --
Pride:Jini-msemi
Rank: Hunter
Seer: No
Roleplay color: #009900
Obtained: Another Swampie Contest July 2011
Colourist: Safi
razz ersonality:. Cin is large cub, and will be a big lion, with strength, speed, and endurance to go with it. He will take to hunting and fighting skill sets like a bird to flight, and anything physical will come very easy to him. He'll be happiest when learning from his dad, and do his best not to get his tail to tattered about them fawning over his sister to much. Even tempered for the most part, it still would do well not to hurt anyone he loved, for then fury is to mild a word for his temper. Nothing would stand in his way of taking out the offending party, even pushing himself past physical limits if need be. He is not stupid however, but in fact very shrewd, and is often underestimated because of his large size, which suites him fine. Loyal to those that are loyal to him, Cin will be a lion to be reckoned with. (losely based on the Furyan race from the Riddick Universe) .
.:History:
Cin frowned as he studied the feline from under the fall of his bangs, trying to work out what it was. It wasn't a lion, that much was clear...it was too small, but it was to big to be a cheetah...that much was clear too. So....it had to be something else, but what? He couldn't figure it out from here...best to get a closer look. Like dad said, only way to be sure was to get a closer look..
Glancing back over his shoulder he made sure mom and the others were a few paces ahead, he could see Tamara walking with someone's tail clutched between her teeth. That was good, their only sister was bringing up the rear of the column. Mom was used to that, so if he were quick about it he could get a little closer, loop around and slip back into line a little further up and none of them would even be aware he had been gone. Good enough...that was what dad would say. Cin nodded his head in agreement with himself. Yup, Good enough.
Narrowing his golden eyes, he spied the best route through the mud and set to it, coming around the side of the strange feline. He may just be a cub, but he wasn't born yesterday! A few weeks ago actually, so he knew not to approach the stranger head on, and he also figured if he got into trouble, he knew the swamp somewhat...and if he yelled...well dad had good hearing, right? Satisfied he wouldn't get eaten, Cin crawled up as close as he dared.
Nope not a lion, and nope not a cheetah either...to skinny to be a leopard.....what was it? He wrinkled his cubby nose, deciding he had enough and stood up. He was gonna go ask it what it was. The feline saw him just as he jumped up onto the branch she was using to keep out of the muddy waters and seemed puzzled by his appearance out of nowhere, that puzzlement turned to outright surprise when he marched right up to her and blurted out, “ What ARE you?”
She blinked, then smiled at him, “ I'm a Leotah. My mother was cheetah, and my father a leopard. Why do you ask little one?” Her voice was kind, and sweet, and it made him frown more, “ Cause..you're cursed, but you seem to pretty to be cursed. Its sad.” She was pretty, in a grownup kind of way.
“Cursed?” She seemed more amused then devastated by the news, a sure sign she was cursed. It made him very sad for her. So much so that he reached out and awkwardly patted her paw in reassurance, “ Its ok, I don't think being cursed hurts...but I'll ask mama just in case. Then I'll come back and tell you.”
The stranger looked at his very solemn eyes and managed to keep her giggle behind her muzzle. She bowed her head graciously to him, “ Thank you. It would be nice to know if being cursed hurts.”
He nodded and jumped back down off the branch, “ Maybe mama knows how to make you un-cursed. Maybe you can be either a leopard or a cheetah. Not both. Then you wouldn't be cursed at all.”
She raised an eyebrow, then shook her head, “ Why don't you start with finding out if being Cursed hurts first little man, before you try unmaking what the Gods made me...hummm?”
He tilted his head, thinking about it for a moment, dad said you always had to stop and think sometimes, “ Ok..we'll start there..then we can see about making you one or the other.” Satisfied, he waved at her over his shoulder as he slipped back into the swamp, moving to loop around and catch up with his family before they broke the clearing to met up with dad for the day.
Cin Active Rp:Body LanguageHey Dad!Family Finished Rp: Used for Breeding: Looking for: General Rp
Plot
Family RP
Fling Not Looking for: Death
Pride Offers
Open to the Idea:Lifemate
Romance Statues: Cub
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