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 Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 3:20 pm
Name: Anaeli
Nickname: N/A
Title: Love's Feather
Pride: N/A
Rank: Wanderer
Gender: Male
Stage: Adult
Acquired: All male flatsale, 1st round ^^
Note: He's so cute 4laugh heart !! Angel rocks y'all!
Appearance: Overall aqua, Anaeli has some small irregular spots on his ears, muzzle and hip, with a dark blue tone that also paints his mane, middle flakes and some paw pads. His other pawpads and flakes, as well as the nose pad and middle tail feather are crimson, which is surrounded by pale blue feathers. His forehead is adorned with a pale winged crimson heart, showing his heritage.
Personality: Anaeli is, shortly put, almost sickeningly sweet. Even as a full fledged adult, he behaves mostly as a cute, loveable and playful cub, as innocent as a child staring at the world for the first time. And, as a child, just as frail and defenseless from the outter world, physically weak and mentally naïve and blunt. Perhaps, though, there can be more than meets the eye. But it is hard to believe so after you meet such a harmless and innocent creature.
Likes: Clouds, stars, anything overall cuddly and happy.
Dislikes: Trully evil types.
Dreams: Of the cloudy haven and his parents.
Relations: N/A
Skills: Being sweet xd -bricked-
History: Anaeli was a little cherub lion, delivering warm love where it was to be blossomed, taking much joy in seeing the others' bliss, like those before him, and those before those before him, and on and on. With the touch of a paw, a flake or a feather, the seeds were planted, whether to blossom and replenishing Anaeli with joy to see others happy, or wilt for maybe the time wasn't right. At first, it was okay, mistakes happened to young cherubs. But, as the years went by, his parents began to worry. After all, bad things could happen, even if they were innocent. But how would they speak to him about such?
It came about one day, unexpectedly, the question that answered their doubts. "Mommy, daddy, what's love?" The duo smiled warmly. How could they have known? But, how could they explain? And so, they sent Anaeli down to the realm of mortals, as a mortal himself, to find and learn what love was, to one day return to their grasp when his earthly time will come. The pure white wings he once had on his back disappeared, but, as a sign of what Anaeli had been and would once again be in the future, they were imprinted on his forehead, on the scarlet heart that already stamped his fur.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 3:21 pm
Name: Dante
Nickname: N/A
Title: The Paladin
Pride: N/A
Rank: N/A
Gender: Male
Stage: Adult
Mate: N/A
Acquired: All male flatsale, 2nd round ^^
Note: Yes!! 2 cubs, 2 babehs!! >.Personality: Dante doesn't smile. Ever. His face is locked on a permanent neutral demeanour, often turning into a frown. It's not that he can't feel happy, it simply doesn't show. And it isn't happy happy, it's more glad for others. He isn't the most talkative type either, and to gain his full trust is hard. However, he's protective of those he acknowledges, maybe even a little too much...
Likes: To be around others, stand strong, be trusted.
Dislikes: Rude lions who endanger his fellows.
Dreams: --
Relations: N/A
Skills: His harsh life earnt him an atletic build, used to fending for himself, hunting and fighting alone, so he rivals the lionesses' hunting skills, and puts up a great fight, analyzing the situation instead off all out trying to bash, brains allied with brawns.
History: Dante is simply one more kit on the orphan ranks with a sad story behind. He once lived within a joyous family, always with a smile on their jaw or a giggle cutting the silence. An everlasting chorus of happiness, or so he wished.
The poor kit's reality was quickly torn asunder on his first rain season, when a storm raged so suddenly and the rain poured so heavily that a flood of dark, murky water came from the mountain below which his former pride made their home. The only thing that saved him from joining the Spirit Realm was being away with his father at the time, visiting his grandparents' pride.
The laughter died on his throat, summed in a small smile or brief, barely heard giggle. Despite the grief, Dante still had his father. He wasn't all alone.
It didn't last long though, as a wound slashed through one of the lion's legs when he was hunting for him and his son. Having stayed on the swamped homeland, the gash soon infected, bringing down Dante's last anchor. He was smilling before he passed away, trying to comfort the sobbing kit. With him, Dante's last smile died, left hopelessly behind.
At first, Dante tried to find his grandparents, but it was too far away, and he couldn't remember the path. All he was left was to find a place to stay and survive for the rest of his days, with no star shining on his soul.
Many moons passed, his mane grew, the sun touched him and made him one of its brethren, nothing to cling to but himself and the ideals of his parents, though no hope did he harbour of one day it would bring change into his life. No matter who Dante aided, they all had lives of their own, lives where he was but a stepping stone to thrive on.
Until, one day, he met an albino lioness on a watering hole...
His days with Shiro were... his happiest. Despite her harsh fate, Dante was determined to protect his beloved to the best of his abbility from the demon, Snare, and anything else that could come their way. Spending their days traveling, always on the move, to distant lands. The birth of cubs, however, complicated things. Shiro's frail health only worsened, and, for the sake of the equally frail daughter, Dante took the kits and departed, with the certainty it would be the last time he'd see the white lady.
Nowadays, only his daughter accompanies the light purple lion, Amir having parted ways to his own life. But upon looking to Quore's gentle smile, Dante can't help but smile as well, with the memory of his loving deceased mate on his heart spurring him on to find happiness.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 7:36 am
 
Nickname: N/A
Title: The Gentle Puzzle
Pride:
Rank:
Gender: Female
Mate: Pinus
Stage: Adult
Acquired: Breeding by Odeto ^^
Note: Mwahahah, the result of a flirt encounter of Erosia and Jigsaw ^^... Ain't she a total cutey? 4laugh
Personality: Moridi's just a soft little girl, impecably polite even when she's having fun with her sisters and friends. Just don't get her fur all muddy on purpose or be rude to her, or her temper will flare in a typically erosian manner xd ...
Likes: Making friends, playing games.
Dislikes: Rain, mud, rudeness.
Dreams: To find a prince charming. Done :3
Relations: Erosia (mother), Jigsaw (father)
Skills: Quite skilled in diplomatics, with her manners and sharp mind.
History: Born due to a fling between Erosia and Jigsaw, Moridi and her sisters first stood with their mother, until they were strong enough to travel to their father's pride, where they now live. However, other than the puzzle like pelt, and despite the care of her father, Erosia's wandering lust was a part of the cream lioness. Her biggest wish, after all, was to find a knight in shining armor, a galant gentleman to accompany her for life.
It was around the season of snow on the high forests that she found him, a lion with a pelt color resembling the trees around her. Pinus. 3 little girls were born, and life is good. Though, Moridi worries over one of the girls, Quercus, who seems to fear for her life more than anything int he world... all the talk of diseases and such... it just creeps Moridi out.
Cubs: -xPinus: Quercus, 2 other girls
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 9:28 am
 
Nickname: Dolo
Title: The Avenging Spirit
Pride:
Rank:
Gender: Female
Mate: Solstice
Stage: Adult
Acquired: Another breeding by Odeto ^^, this time from teh special Halloween slot 4laugh heart
Personality: There was a time where hatred and revenge consumed Dolorosa, blocking out every other emotion. No smiles, no laughter, nothing. However, it was not her true persona. The evil that tainted her was cleansed, however, and a gentle, silent girl rose. Insecure of these 'feelings' still, Dolorosa sometimes has a hard time recognizing what is going on in her heart, but she tries hard for the sake of her family.
Likes: Her loved ones. Being free.
Loathes: Ate.
Dreams: Protecting and raising a healthy family
Relations: Ladishka (mother), Zephyrus (father)
Skills: Can create wind currents capable of slashing flash. The butterfly wings on her back are like her father's wing marks as well, detaching themselves and giving her flight.
History: Dolorosa's life is forever stained by her conception, fruit of her mother's rape by a maddened Spirit. It made her who she is, and lined her path for revenging Ladishka's honor, wether she wants it or not...
She entered the Dark Cubhood, with Iro, Amador and Solstice, as to enlarge her chances to find what she quests for. However, maybe she's warmed up to them, as concern for the daredevils' wellbeing has once surfaced... Friends? Whatever it was, Dolorosa disappeared upon becoming an adult, never again returning to meet them. In the process, Solstice tried to follow her, but how can one compare to a ghostly butterfly lioness, and ended up losing him, secluding herself in the pirde, awaiting for the time for revenge...
That time came after a dream, a vision. It had been haunting her for many nights, draining her energy to the point she wouldn't talk anymore to anyone, and just withdrew herself to the farthest reaches of he mother's pride.That dawn, however, a new light shone on Dolorosa's crimson eyes, a violent glow brimming with bloodlust. Her wings bloomed once more, and she took to the skies without a word, guided by the instinct that besieged her.
The encounter with Zephyrus was short but brutal. The white landscape around them was torn by the violent lashes of the raging wind of the offspring, and blood tainted the crystaline snow, as Zephyrus refused to fight back until the true source of such madness reared its ugly head. When it appeared the Spirit had been weakened, a figment of the ex-goddess, Ate, sprung from the daughter towards the father, but Zephyrus was far from being down. An icicle pierced the golden shape, falling limp on the ground as the torn magic dissipated. Behind were left an unconscious Dolorosa, a roughed up Zephyrus and Solstice, who witnessed the end.
With the approval of the white lion, the young male took the passed out living ghost and nursed her back to health. It was during this time that they consumated their hidden feelings and Dolorosa became heavy with cubs. Afraid for what would be of them, it was Solstice's love that soothed her and gave her confidence to raise the three kits that would be born, teaching her the ways of warmth and family.
Cubs: -xSolstice: Alegritude, Requiem and Dabih
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 9:29 am
 
Nickname: Yellie, Bug, Chardonneret (private, mind ye cool heart )
Title: The Banished Goddess of Chaos
Pride: Amazon Beauties
Rank: Nu idea... But advisor would be fun xp ...
Gender: Female
Mate: None, and will never have. Ate's too fickle for that. The closer there is is Laeyna, and not even the Muse has a grasp on this mad one...
Stage: Adult
Acquired: Fanta giftie, basically xp ...
Note: OMG Fantypants, ILUFFYOU!!! heart _ heart
Personality: Well, chaotic defines her personally. She causes chaos, she loves chaos, she IS chaos, sooo... if her personality wasn't chaotic what could it be??? Basically, a spoiled prima donna's mood swings don't stand a chance at Ate's feet. One moment she's all giddy and happy, the other she's driving someone insane until their mad destruction. All in hyper drive mode, most of the times, like a kid on candy. And, like such kids, she constantly seeks something to keep her interested or busy, so one should be prepared for what she does best when Ate becomes bored...
Likes: Chaos, meddling with others minds, having her way at everything.
Dislikes: Being interrupted, dissed off or the likes of it (depends a lot on her mood, really), goody goody two paws (she just has to mess with them right away...)
Dreams: Chaos chaos ChAoS enthropy CHAOS!!!
Relations: N/A
Skills: Ate floats like a ghost, never stepping the ground, even if she pretends to be walking at times, and can vanish from sight... Perfect to scare the hell out of weak hearted ones. But that's the light hearted parlour tricks. Her golden apple pendant can become anything Ate or the bearer wishes, a true treasure to behold, always replenishing as another apple appears on the chain when one's used, with a bewitching sparkle. With a single touch, either a mere brush from her flakes or a heavy paw on another's skull, she can read the others' mind even against their will, and tinker with their thoughts and feelings through powerful suggestions on the back of their mind. If that's not enough, well, she can enter their body and take full control, and, when they wake up, they won't remember a single of their deeds, and be left wondering what the hell happened, while Ate is far, far away, savouring the mischief she sew...
History: Ate had always been a thorn in the other Gods' side, but her pranks and mischief made the others laugh, and the ideas she provided were often useful when everyone else was out of resources. However, when she once turned most of the High Court against each other, she simply had to go. Now, she's cast down on the lands, but it's not something she regrets. Oh no, she thanks the ones in the sky for giving her such direct access to puppets who cannot raise a claw against her, mortals. But that doesn't mean Spirits are safe, as Ate has already played with the mind of one... Be afraid... be very afraid...
Cubs: 'Coughhack!! Like, yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!!!' Still, she's done it. Twice xd .
- Zephyrus and Arsenic: Astatine and Lithium
- Layna and Adrastos: Aphrodite Acidalia, Zeus and Hera
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 9:44 am
 
Nickname: N/A
Title: The Wild Rainbow
Pride: N/A
Rank: Wanderer
Gender: Female
Mate: Kosai
Stage: Adult
Acquired: 3rd Odeto lufflies ^^ heart
Note: Piespawn!!! 4laugh
Personality: Do you speak the first thing that comes to your mind, no matter how annoying or unfeeling or harsh it may be, and hate to be told what to do, especially by your parents? Then you are just like Iris xd . -bricked- Much against Ori and Erosia's better judgement, Iris has done whatever the hell she wanted since little. Fortunately, this entailed exercise and more exercise, becoming the skilled huntress her mother could never be -cough-. It also meant Iris grew up pretty lonely, with just her family as company whenever she returned from her romps, so if there's something Iris is, is friendly. With a honest to boot streak. Coolbeans.
Likes: Exploring without a care in the world.
Dislikes: Being bound down on a place against her will.
Dreams: -
Relations: Erosia (mother), Ori (father), Iro (brother), Arcadia, Moridi and Gwenn (half siblings)
Skills: -
History: Erosia had no idea she was pregnant practically until the cubs were born O.o... Talk about strange, huh? It was pretty much in the carefree style that the siblings, Iris and Iro, were raised. Iro was the rowdier, louder male, while Iris' energy was poured into something more physical. Running, climbing trees, swimming, spelunking, you name it. The spotted lioness has done it -almost- all (she's not suicidal, mind you, though sometimes it comes close <<),by herself. Yeah. That was the thing that bothered her the most. No one to talk to. Until the day she met another lonely lion! Kosai! He was a bit smaller than normal, from being a premature, he told her, and somewhat frail and afraid to hurt himself. Iris' liveliness got into him though, and the purple lion bloomed, enjoying life more than ever in the company of his new found friend. Friendship that grew into love, in time. Awwwww.
Cubs: None
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 9:53 am
Nickname: Oce, Fool, Idiot
Title: The Wave Charmer
Pride:
Rank:
Gender: Male
Mate: Atoli
Stage: Adult
Acquired: Mmmmh... Gift from teh Doodleh?
Note: Go worship the Doodle. NOW! xp heart
Personality: Oceanus appreciates the finer things in life. Like not doing anything. A sexy female by his side. In general, one looks at him and the first word that's spelled out is LAZY. With a charming sense of humor and a knack to stick himself into silly situations, he is the ultimate counterpart to Zephyrus' stern, no fun, cold persona. It doesn't mean that he's stupid or irresponsible. His sense of moral wouldn't let him ditch someone in need, or abandon his family for the sake of laying back some more. He just tends to do so in a relaxed manner, much like the surfer boy stereotype. Only without the air inside his head.
Likes: The beach, water, rain, peace, flirting...
Dislikes: Being told off, mistaken for dumb and stupid, having to step up to the plate...
Dreams: The equivalent of a soccer team family on lion patterns ><...
Relations: Zephyrus (brother), Verana (daughter), Kaimana (son)
Skills: Water dominion, basically. Never panicking and always staying relaxed don't really count xp ...
History: When Zephyrus came to the physycal world and left Oceanus behind, the ocean Spirit rejoiced. No more bossing around, no more being told off by his brother whenever he lazied around too much, no duties to speak off or anyone to force him to do them. Still, troubling whispers reached him. Of problems. Of madness. And of pretty girls. Maybe they wouldn't slap him around. So, Oceanus crossed the veil, and his duty of acting as a conscience to his younger brother resumed. Though not before he tripped on the first female ever that didn't slap him on sight after some straight forward flirting of his.
So, Oceanus met himself a mate, Atoli. Two kids they had. When he's not with his family, cuddling with Atoli or teaching Verana the laid back ways of life, he hops around bugging Zephyrus and some other aquaintances of theirs from time to time. Fun stuff. Always. Guaranteed.
Cubs: -xAtoli: Verana and Kaimana
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 5:19 pm
Nickname: N/A
Title: The Blind Outcast
Pride: None
Rank: None
Gender: Male
Mate: Vê o q'acontece 8D...
Stage: Adult
Acquired: Odeto custom slots
Note: The respawn of my first ever pet... Danke, Odeto <333
Personality: Sorai is honorable and polite, a seasoned gentleman who has seen much and done much, with the knowledge and wise thinking that comes with the years. However, such personality was hidden under a thick layer of despair and disgust for himself after the betrayal of his former mate, overcome by a wish of death and lack of purpose that emptied the veteran's soul, only keeping on going because of his daughter's ferverent protection and love. The meeting of Cressida was a gift of the sky, though, as a new light sparkled, a motivation, a quest to pursue, a reason. Not only that, but the Gipsy Queen has swept away the shadow that clang to him like a leech, his true personality returning once more.
Likes: The sound and feel of nature, the spiritual, peace, Layla.
Dislikes: Assorted things on his way that make him trip, being dependent/hindering Layla, to be betrayed.
Relations: Layla (daughter), Ilo (son, missing)
Skills: Sorai has a large memory, allowing him to know the paths and locations despite his blindness. His other senses have also become a lot more acute, though, since eyesight is vital for hunting, because of distance calculation and the like, such daily task is impossible to him. Fighting isn't, however, as it dosn't require such type of precision, so Sorai is very capable, in fact, of fending off others.
History: He was a fine warrior, looked up by the younger ones as sage and valiant, a rolemodel, the warrior leader of the pride. A lovely mate, Feather and two rowdy children, Layla and Ilo, on their teens, made up his small but caring family. To his strange, yellow-orange eyes, it couldn't be any more perfect. However, it was getting farther and farther away from that.
Feather was a lioness with desmeasurate ambition. She didn't aim to be a mere den mother mated to the lead warrior, she wanted to be queen. She tried to convince Sorai to overthrow the king. Loyal to his lord and not even one bit attracted by the lure of power though, Sorai dismissed his mate's request, seeing no reason to do so. Faced with his resolution, Feather concocted another plan.
First, the queen suffered a mysterious 'accidental' death, 'falling' from a high ridge into the river down below, disappearing without a trace. Next step, she conquered the less honorable king behind every other lions' back. Still, there was another wrench on her plan. Sorai was loved by the rest of the pride, he couldn't just be cast out without a reason or else they would all turn against them. Oh well, it was just one more treachery anyway... -continued on Layla-
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Cubs: -xFeather: Layla, Ilo
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 6:33 pm
 
Nickname: Laylay
Title: The Good Daughter
Pride: N/A
Rank: N/A
Gender: Female
Mate: N/A
Stage: Adult
Acquired: Custom from Odeto, along with Sorai <3
Personality: Layla's only focus is her father. Everything she does is for him, and all her time is devoted to his well being. She feels she owes it to him, despite Sorai's sorrow, showing her undying loyalty towards her father. Extremely dependable and responsible, she never strays too far from him, and prioritizes her own life below his. She's fiercely protective, almost to the borderline point of psychosis, barely tolerating the company of others. Layla does have an extremely accurate sense when it comes to knowing if someone bears ill will or not, but often takes a radical approach regardless of the vibe, especially if we're talking females getting close to Sorai.
Likes: Sorai
Dislikes: Lustful, betraying females, anything that threatens her father
Dreams: Of her father's happiness...
Relations: Sorai (father), Ilo (brother)
History: There's always some form of wrench, however, in the best concocted plan. No, not the one Feather was expecting. A much smaller one. A sneaky little black kitten. Layla. She'd always wanted to be like her mother, brave, strong willed, kind hearted. When Feather's ambitions began taking hold of her, the gentle mother that Layla had looked up to faded into dust, and the small black kitten was the first to notice as the love dwindled. The one who was suspicious something was wrong. The one with the lightest sleep.
If it had not been for Layla, on that faithful night, Sorai would have had a cowardly death. An urgent summon from the king was enough to lure Sorai into danger. As soon as he entered the den, Feather blocked the way. Before Sorai could even fathom that his faith had been placed on the wrong lions, a strange mix of plants, spores and dust was blown into his eyes by his traitorous mate. The lust blind king pounced on his confused prey, while the warm sunset colors of Sorai's eyes bled out the iris' confines, covering the entire surface and locking the light out. When the warrior regained the heart to fight, the ground was set for the consipiracy to fly. Only...
As soon as the lioness set foot outside, the pride was watching in dismay. In front of them, a black kit. Layla. If it weren't for the others, the crazed lioness would have killed her own daughter on the spot. The mob pursued the two traitorous lions. The king, slow and decadent, died at vengeful claws and teeth. Feather... escaped. When they returned to the fallen king's den, at the dawn of day, father and daughter were gone.
Cubs: None
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 6:55 am
 
Nickname: Gothi
Title: The Crystal Dreamer
Pride: N/A
Rank: N/A
Gender: Female
Mate: N/A
Stage: Adult
Acquired: Semi custom from Phoebe
Note: Teh Phoebe is in tha house 8D!
Personality: A dreamer. Gothika walks about as light in her mind as she is on her feet. The material world barely phases her, and it all takes some form of metaphysical, romantic contour on her hand. Her speech is always polite, lyrical, even in moments of panic. It's deeply ingrained in her being to be proper, to be aloof, to ignore danger until it's too late, stuck in a positivist state of mind that is far beyond natural. Gothika can't raise her claws to anyone as well. There is no fight or flight reaction. At best, it's a turn the other cheek or flight reaction. One last particular trait is her intense hemophobia. The scent makes her tremble, the sight paralyzes her completely, and renders the gem coated lioness completely vulnerable, if not knocked out.
Likes: Dreams, love, poetry, all things mystical and metaphysical, the night
Dislikes: Cold logic, blind arrogance, dishonored and evil beings
Dreams: To find true love...
Relations: N/A
History: Gothika doesn't remember coming into being. Doesn't remember growing up. Doesn't remember any parental entity at all. Just her, since the beginning. Waking up on a gem filled cave, rays of light piercing the darkness and spreading through the crystals to show a marvelous mosaic of shinning moonlit beauty. That's all she remembers. And an intense feeling of love. A spike of a sensation that wasn't hers, but someone else's, running through her own crystal-like body. Then, it disappeared, like the cloud that concealed the fleeting moonlight. Engraved in her heart, a wish. To feel such a sensation again, but for herself. Love. To feel loved. And so began her daydreaming quest.
Her paws have treaded most of the land, always during night time. During the day she sleeps, resting from the journey. Night comes, and her jeweled paws resume the enchanted trek. They have lead to two very separate entities so far. Ban, the galant white rose enchanter, who gave her the feeling she had so longed, yet disappeared without a trace. Snare, the lust hungry demon who's sworn to take her next time they meet, a lingering doom pursuing the jeweled lioness. So far, she has eluded the winged snake. For how long her luck will last, is unknown.
Cubs: None
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 6:58 am
 
Nickname: Sky
Title: The Small Princess
Pride: Temple's Decorations
Rank: None
Gender: Female
Mate: Rounce
Stage: Adult
Acquired: Given to by Soul
Note: Danke Souleh luff!!
Personality: Bubbly, adventuring, Sky tries to act like a princess many times, more responsible and elegant. It's not that she fails at it, but one can often find her ranting and rumbling, or having a ceerful outburst.
Likes: To meet others, follow the wind, talk, ride on Rounce's back.
Dislikes: Rudeness, being alone and silent for too long.
Dreams: Of seeing her family one more time, together.
Relations: Gold Feather (father), Solio (mother), Sun Star and Rain Warrior (siblings), White Hawk (aunt), Cathal and Ancient Dusk (cousins)
History: Princess of the long lost pride of Mother Earth, Sky Dance was set to wander by sheer environmental hazard, caught by a strong summer storm while strolling with her family and set far astray. At first, she searched high and low, but there's only so much a small stranded cub can do, and such quest revealed a failure, in a way. Along the path, she met another cub who wished to be a strong warrior, with the coat paved with symbols carved on rocks that only time knew who had done them. Sky Dance and Rounce became friends and met every once in a while, a strong, invisible bond develloping.
After a dangerous accident, they unravelled the loving ties, and Sky Dance accepted to follow Rounce, now an adult, to his pride, Temple's Revelations, where they now reside. Words of hope reached her ears, as it seems her sister Sun Star was a frequent visitor of those lands. Hope is the alst to die, so they say.
Cubs: None
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 7:14 am
Nickname: Female
Title: The Blue Assassin
Pride: N/A
Rank: N/A
Gender: Female 
Mate: N/A
Stage: Adult
Acquired: Christmas event breeding by Odeto
Note: Dedeh is teh awesomeness <333
Personality: The sweet, innocent Polaris as her family knew is gone. The ruthless, cruel trainning she endured under Xanthus has conditioned her into being a cold killer and dedicated, totally submissive servant, wishing nothing more than her master's best interests. A total brainwash.
Likes: Pleasing her master, killing.
Dislikes: Failling her tasks, other females who have her master's interest.
Dreams: To find a purpose for her life.
Relations: Niobe (mother), Cayimmi (father), Melantha and Corbin, Dora, Faris and Hana's boy (siblings)
History: Polaris was born different from her siblings. A little halo floated on above her head and small leathery wings sprouted forth as she became older. However, gentle and caring, it never gave her any concern about her odd features, and no one else spoke of them as bad omens or anything of the sort. Doubt permeated her thoughtshowever, upon meeting a deceitful lion, Vasire, who played with her innocence and dreams. Dangerously close to break them.
The last stone was cast one night, when she made her final attempt at flying. A crash landing, a total failure, broke her heart and soul, open for the taking. Xanthus took the chance, threatening the sweet lioness should she ever bear a family, should she ever return to her own family. Shattered, feeling like a smudge on her family's honor with no place to be, Polaris abandoned her name and herself to Xanthus, becoming his slave. Her reluctance and disgust about killing was dilluted with her trainning, until it fully disappeared, as words of how it was as natural as breathing to her, of the demonic kin, to kill and maim, were hammered into her.
Anything of the former gentle angel has been pushed deep down and locked tightly. Her sole purpose, for it had seemed since forever, was to please her Sir. Nothing else mattered. She killed, kidnapped and manipulated for him,her conscience turning a complete blind eye. The only respite she had from such were the brief moments when the kits caught between Lancelot and Xanthus's plots passed through her paws, even if only for short, precious minutes.
There was a time where her family believed she would return. A hope shattered when Corbin finally found Polaris. She was no longer the sweet angel. She was just 'Female'. And the message the red knight brought back home was one of no comeback.
It all seemed to go well for the blue killer, as her Sir's appreciation increased. Still, her hopes for his affection were shattered when the mechanical bound lioness, Jupiter Sabre, came into play. Suddenly, the demoness was secondary. Delegated to the shadows. Xanthus was but a babbling fool, she realized. When the blood thirsty kits were born, Polaris smirked in cruel delight, and took flight away from her now former master, in searc of the true master. Lancelot.
Cubs: None
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 7:50 am
 
Nickname: Perse
Title: The Soul Seer
Pride: N/A
Rank: N/A
Gender: Female
Mate: N/A
Stage: Adult
Acquired: Breeding by Fanta
Personality: If there's something Persephone learnt from her father, was to use her sweet tongue to get what she wants. From Silent Memory, the eerie, still calm of the eye of the storm. Radion, the strong, stubborn will to pursue her goals. She believes in only one thing. Everyone can be manipulated, all you need to know is what pieces to tug. Naturally, Persephone has a morbid interest in life. Death fascinates her. Souls, spirits, ghosts. Scrutinizing it all, almost like a scientist. The calm mirror-like surface can be disturbed though. For Persephone may be perseverant, but to be straightforward denied? That is a sure road to disaster.
Skills: Persephone is physically blind. Yet, she has her own form of sight. She can sense the life force of everything like an aura, and see the souls of all living things. A variant of Radion's power that she also possesses is to be able to send thoughts or emotions straight into the soul to manipulate them. However, she is not as proficient as Radion at this, so it ends up taking a toll on her to do it too hard, too long. On living beings, at least. On detached souls, ghosts... they are at her beck and call, even if only for short periods of time. The enough to manipulate memories and thoughts. The enough to be dangerous.
Likes: Death
Dislikes: Being contradicted or bossed around.
Dreams: Of finding the entrance to the realm of death... and meet its true ruler.
Relations: Nu'man (father), Silent Memory and Radion (mothers), Abaddon and Angra Mainyu (siblings)
History: Nothing remarkable, yet. Persephone stayed with her glowing mother for most of her life so far, patiently waiting for the times her father came around to learn what she could from him. However, her patience has ran out, and her sight skill has been mastered to perfection, as well as flight. Time to take to the skies and paint them in blood- I mean, take off for a place where she can indulge her morbid curiosity further.
Cubs: None
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 8:21 am
 
Nickname: Gi
Title: The Shiny-obsessed Nutcrack
Pride: N/A
Rank: N/A
Gender: Female
Mate: N/A
Stage: Adult
Acquired: V-day Doodle crazyness
Note: The fact that Shangri was the mom and not Chandra still cracks me to the day
Personality: Crazy. Random. Obsessed about finding anything that shines. Extremely stubborn and resilient. That's her normal self. However, the definition of random implies that her adorable crazy mode can flip. Pretty bad. It seems that sometimes, however, something is running deeper in her thick, poisoned skull. One has yet to glimpse those rare moments, however.
Likes: SHINIESSHINIESSHINIES. Oh, and swamp gas. Gives you the most AWESOME high ever.
Dislikes: Crocodiles. They tend to try and eat her. Traps too, they hurt bad.
Dreams: Of hoarding all the shinies in the world.
Relations: Chandra and Shangri La (mothers), Sorrow (sister), some poor cubs that she bore and abandoned to their own luck...
History: Gihhlea wasn't always crazy. She was raised by two loving mothers in the midst of a pride with plenty of females AND Ate. But no, that didn't make her crazy. They were like one big family, caring and protective. She was shaping up to be a fine lioness, even if with the funny quirk of wearing the eye patch just for kicks. A bit impulsive like her adventurous mother, with the same acquired taste for exploring and danger. Ten times more stubborn though. Maybe if it wasn't for that, she'd have heeded the words of Shangri's experienced advice and steered clear from that wretched swamp.
Her mother believed it was cursed. The only time she had ventured into that particular patch of deadly jungle was when her family pride split into pieces and she was left solo. Still, it didn't deterr Gihhlea from her aim. If it was hard to reach, it meant there'd be extra uber shinies at the end, right? Well, getting there was the easy part. It was when she got the bracelet on her arm that everything went haywire.
First, removing the bracelet triggered a trap. Arrows. Of course. Only, one actually pierced her eye. The eye patch? Became for real right there and then. Half blinded, in pain and bleeding profusely, Gihhlea escaped the crumbling ruins back into the swamp. This time, however, the swamp was waiting for her. Crocodiles made her trip back hell, leaving part of her flakes, ear and fur behind, the gashes contaminated with stale, stagnant water. The worse, however, were the gas bubbles. At first, all it induced was a mad laughter. However, when she finally collapsed, away from danger, the effects really sank in.
The lioness wasn't the same after waking up. For starters, she wasn't where she'd passed out. Second, the world was... wierder. And so was her take on it. However, it was so perfectly normal to her, it all clicked together. The poisonous gas that had contaminated her ran deep, deep enough to damage Gihhlea, permanently.
To this day, her family hasn't seen her again. Shangri La has the gut feeling her daughter isn't dead, but hope is waning to her. Gihhlea hasn't forgot her mothers and sister. It just hasn't been a need for her to return yet. Or be found. Something.
Cubs: -x Vitorino: 3 cubs that she doesn't remember
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