Reeeeally bad with timezones, I THINK I still have time, but if I'm wrong just...disregard.
I'ZWANTZPURPLECHEETARGIRLKTHXName: Vry
Rank desired: Ugvstili (huntress)
Personality: She’s a bit wild, and a bit reserved at the same time. She’s not above a little flirting, and loves to meet strange boys. She knows full well she’s lovely, but at the same time, she’s a bit shy because of it. She doesn’t mind playing a bit, but really more than anything wants to find a male that appreciates her for more than her pretty pelt… Perhaps for her strong will? Her quick and clever wit? Or maybe the way that beneath the coy look and quiet smile lurks a dark queen in the making. Ambitious? Perhaps a bit. She doesn’t have anything against the current queen mind you. Just… you know. Would love to turn the king into a scratching post. Someday…someday… Of course, this is a secret mind you, and a fairly new development. Tired of being pushed around and used, she harbors plans of proving females are quick and dangerous too…even if the males might be bigger or stronger.
Small RP Blurb: Oh Thona…you arrogant barbarous fool. Disgusting vile lowlife bully. Oh, sure, he’d a clever plan, a very clever plan. The pride was a brilliant idea… perhaps the only thought that had rattled around his empty skull. Why she’d joined them…she wasn’t sure she could even remember. Oh wait, yes she could. Power. It was a dangerous lure… but the power here was in the wrong paws. This pride could be a force to be reckoned with, feared all across the savanna. But their king was a lecherous brute. Not a strategic mastermind.
Well. He would find she was not so easy. His kind of power was not the sort she craved. Strength yes. Cunning…hmm… no, not so much. His power might make her want to curl up and shrivel into submission at times… but it didn’t thrill and excite her, sending quivers of ecstatic fear through her skin and standing her fur all on end.
She wanted no part of him. But perhaps it was quite foolish to tell him so. She had, of course, been enjoying her hide all in one piece. She liked being able to walk and run and hunt. She should have known he’d have his way with her, one way or another. Perhaps it would have been wiser to accept, repulsive as she found it. Perhaps a bit of his stupidity had rubbed off on her. Or perhaps she was growing tired of her sweet little charade.
Either way, through the pain of his fury, she felt a creeping satisfaction. When was the last time that brute had been denied anything? He wouldn’t forget her in a hurry… and… perhaps… they’d have to try this again sometime. Hopefully a long…long time from now. When she wasn’t limping any longer.
(((Reading up on the pride, I noticed a lot of metaplot stuff, and would love to have her on the ‘hate’ side if I should get in… in case that wasn’t noticeable. It’s where my whole idea wound up stemming from. And yes, the first bits of her personality are mostly an act.))