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 Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 4:53 pm
Whoops! Sorry about that. I will just go ahead and snip my entry for the boy then.
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 5:28 pm
No problem, luv. It's a lot to read. XD
Updated! heart
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 2:47 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 4:07 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 8:44 am
 Random Prize #3 - "Three is a Crowd" For being the first to try for all three lovelies. =D I'd love to ink and color it but it would take forevah...! *glomps Neon*
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 8:47 am
That is awesome xd !
Barnacle: -Waves his flag happily- emotion_donotwant
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 11:31 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 2:47 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 12:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 2:10 pm
Name: Nomsindo
Meaning: Loud (At birth and for some time after, Nomsindo was known to wail excessively, hence the name.)
Prompt Number: #1 - As a young cub, you notice that one of your friends is trying to get close to a carcass that the adults just brought in. You know she’s very hungry – she told you before – but the Abazingeli won’t allow her to get close to the food because she’s a Lusizi. Instead they encourage you and your siblings to eat. The Abaholi have already eaten so you know you’re supposed to do what your mother and the other Abazingeli say. But how do you feel about this situation? What do you do?
Prompt reply:
Nomsindo knew real hunger as a Lusizi knew their father -- it was out there, it was real, but she had never encountered it. To her hunger was nothing more than a feeble ache in her gut early in the morning or late at night, never pestering her long before the Abazingeli would set out to abate it. For the best: Nomsindo was all too aware of her own skin, of her need for sleep and food and water.
On a day she happened to feel peckish, she whined once and only once about having to wait for the Abaholi to fill their stomachs first, after which she was subjected to a stern talking to and some glowering from the lionesses she hoped to never have directed at her again. They taught her Abaholi were first in line to eat, she and her siblings second, and the others after that. These were the rules.
As she settled comfortably into the only structure she had ever known, Nomsindo's behavior became more rote with every passing day. She treasured schedules, thrived off them even. Certainly she had her disruptive moments, her tantrums, those times where she tested boundaries as any youngster would and an occasion or two where she crossed the line drawn by her mother and their culture. Yet overall, she maintained a reputation as one of the most behaved in the litter.
From the corner of her eye, she saw it, that glimpse of a familiar coat swaying anxiously from side to side. Young as she was, Nomsindo couldn't hope to comprehend the full extent of what it meant to be a Lusizi. A prospective only age and wisdom could give would enlighten her by time her brothers manes filled out. What she did know was that they were not sired by the Abaholi and for that they ate last.
Nomsindo saw this as more unfortunate than unfair. Particularly now, when she hadn't been hungry to start with. Eat, they told her, so she chewed with a languid rock of her jaw and pondered her predicament in silence -- rather, she would have if her friend's nagging voice hadn't interrupted her.
"I'm hungry," she pleaded.
Nomsindo sighed through her nose. She remembered the day she was hungry. Remembered complaining and being taught that some patience went a long way. This in mind, her eyes flit over her shoulder at the other cub, then bounced around until they settled on the face of her mother. "She's bothering me. Tell her to quit."
They did. The Abazingeli lectured her throughout Nomsindo's meal. They taught her Abaholi were first in line to eat, Nomsindo and her siblings second, and the others after that. These were the rules, after all.
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 2:51 am
It's fun reading the entries smile Good luck everyone!
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 5:47 am
We're getting to the finish line! <3
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 1:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 12:20 am
Name: Dimruthien
Prompt Number: #2
Prompt reply: Time with her brothers was quickly running short. It was something she had taught to her since she could understand words, that the males of the pride left when they were able to fend for themselves. It was the way things always had been, and would always be. That hadn't stopped Dimmy from bonding with them, from sparring with them, from taking down their first big prey, a gazelle, together. It felt like a rock in her stomach each passing day as their manes filled out.
But this would only server to make her stronger, they said.
She believed the Abazingeli wholeheartedly. They had never lead her down the wrong path before. The fact is, if they were not going to help raise the cubs of the pride, they were of little use to the pride on their own. The Abazingeli could hunt plenty well enough without them. Their father was the Umholi, what females would they find that would be worthy of cubs, yet unrelated to them?
She hid a little sneer as she looked over her two brothers with their dark manes - constantly pampered and offered every opportunity just for their complexions. Their time was fast coming. No longer would their mother forage for them, and dote on them, and allow them to eat first - even if they were not the future of the pride, not really. They were taught to hunt, sure, but neither of them were particularly skilled at it. At best, they would stick together and survive. Pampering practically since their birth had done them no favors. Dimmy hoped to see them again a few years after they left, just to see how they adjusted to the real world. Maybe they'll of actually grown up.
The white lion then looked over her twin and the smirk transformed into a sad smile. He wasn't treated the way the others were. He was pale, just like her; he was still a boy, and therefore doted on, but nowhere near the extent of the others. There was a comradery between the two of them, being a matching set. She had never let herself get too attached to any of them, but she was definitely closest to him. He would be fine. If the other two stick with their brother, they may all survive.
Her father rose from his resting place, it was enough to break her train of thought. It was the way things were, and always would be. She will remember them, and wish them well, and continue on.
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 1:00 am
Name: Isiphepho (means storm)
Personality: grew up without any particular talents, but was still loved on dearly by the pride. She was always told she was special, so she just started to believe it. She wasn't aware of any of the hardship the pride faced while she was growing up. Isi does, however, have a keen interest in the weather. As a cub, she would study the cloud patterns, follow the wind, and chart the temperature changes. She would use all that information together to attempt to predict what they meant, and most usefully, what was coming. When she was little it was silly things like dark clouds mean rain, but as she got older they became more specific. This type of cloud means a cold front, or this change in wind pattern means there is rain on this part of the plains and will send the herds somewhere else.
While some of the pride whispers 'seer,' she knows it is really just science, and a lot of trial and error. Isi does not correct the others, because she likes them having something good to believe in. She may not of felt the hunger and hard times as a cub, but she knows enough as an adult to realize that any hope is something to be cherished. She uses her weather knowledge to help track the herds, hoping that they will never have to go through something like that again. Plus: its fun, challenging, and gives her something important that she can call her own. Being in such a litter, it was easy for her to of gotten lost. So she lets the charade continue, lets them call her seer (though never to her face!), just to have that little sliver of uniqueness.
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