WARNING! Story may contain sneks/bugs/dangers/possible phobias. For now, RP's here do not award points. Setting:
The Roguelands have several Bioms, But here is the darkest part of the jungle. Known as the "Jungle of Secrets " It's deep thick foliage, humid and heavy air and biting insects are just a few of the things that make this area typically undesirable. At night is much worse, it is very dangerous here at night. It's so dark at night that not even a full moons light touches the Jungle floor, It is dark enough where you can't see what is eating you. This place of mystery is dotted with jungle flowers of so many colors and plants no one knows what even is, or does for that matter. It is here, shrouded in the shadows and hues of the deepest green, is where one would find Khalima. She is a strange one that many fear, either because they struggle to understand her motives, or just think shes a bit crazy (as if the Jungle wasn't scary enough). However Lions and Lionesses travel here anyway because Khalima "tends" to the Orphaned Cubs of the Roguelands, One of the few signs that she is still good at heart. From all over they come, over stick and stone only to be swallowed up by the Jungle and its sea of greens. So far not many have perished in this journey, but occasional bones of lions are found hidden under the concealing foliage, so watch your step. Some find their end within the night, some have met their fate due to quicksand or poisonous snakes and others, others wonder if it was Khalima herself but no one knows for sure. ( other rps can be made separately from here for Medicine or spiritual guidance/breeding, This is for Orphan Adoptions only)
Requirements: 5 posts each, and each post needs 4 complete sentences or more. Only 1 rp per person per month please.
gaia_starRules:gaia_star gaia_starFollow all of Gaias TOS gaia_starFollow all the shops rules gaia_starTry to be tactful gaia_starNO god-moding gaia_starStick with shops themed guidelines gaia_starI will try to make sure everyone is payed attention too however if I miss something PM me please~ gaia_starAdoptions for Orphans only in this thread gaia_starHave fun! gaia_star Spoiler post text you are responding too to save space (mine not yours) gaia_star Quote me or I might miss it gaia_starPlease include a spoilered image of your Lion's cert or image in first post if you can so i know who it is XD Note: All adoptions are CC as far as colors/patterns/gender. Each RP is held as if no other players/lions are around (Khalima doesn't like witnesses) so no need to interact with each other, just Khalima. Sometimes I have cubs already made up, sometimes I don't, could take as high as a week to receive your cub, but I try to be prompt. New INFO: at the end of each month the thread with close roughly 3-4 days before the last day so I can catch up and to prevent roll overs. It will reopen on the 1st.
Current RPs running:
MiddyGlow - 1 post
Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2025 3:36 pm
It had rained last night , the jungle was still glistening this morning and the ground was still soft with water. Mysterious ricocheting sounds of creatures, life and death meet the ears of your Lion as its view is filled with what everyone forebodingly calls "The Jungle of Secrets". Lush foliage covers even your paws as thin blades of light dance through the shimmering green. Insects fly and buzz by your ear as your lion gazes into the foliage, there is no path, no clear markings to know where to go, or how to find Her... Her.... Stories of Khalima have been whispered for some time now, That she is a strange dark shaman of sorts whom Lions from Rogues to even Pridelanders have sought out for several reasons. Medicine for ailing Pride memebers, Spiritual guidence and "dark rituals" for those who seek it, but here, in this vast and deep Jungle is where they look for her to adopt an Orphaned Cub. Some say she is just crazy, Some think she is dangerous and can consume your spirit's essence (or YOU for that matter) but others say that she cares for the Orphans here, where the Jungle can conceal them. The buzzing and chattering of the Jungle are disrupted by a sound, a splitting and somewhat thunderous sound. Khalima's roar, slightly jagged sounding, bellows from between densely hanging vines from somewhere deeper in and seemingly strait ahead... Seemingly that is, it' is difficult to follow sounds here, the trees and the Jungle likes to play tricks on your ears and as her roars continue a moment or two, it bounces through the trees in many directions. Did she know you were coming?!? (GO)
Abioye was a rouge she wandered alone, but she didn't want to stay that way she wanted a home and family. She wasn't sure where she wanted that to be. The pridelands had a lot of history and majestic appeal but what if she could build her own pride? She was not the bravest or the brightest but she didn't need to be. She just had to have the passion to be willing to try and that was what she wanted to do. She came to the jungle seeking something and she hoped this would be the start of something special.
She also wondered if the owner of this home wanted to stay alone or if they wanted to be part of something bigger. She wouldn't mind asking her sometime. She wanted a cub of her own someday but for now having a cub to watch over would make her happy till she found a male to call her mate. She wanted a real relationship not something was just for cubs. She wanted something more. Something that was like love stories of legends. There were many stories of great loved across the land. She wanted a story of her own.
She moved slowly into the area looking for the owner of the Jungle of Secrets.
Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2025 6:52 pm
MiddyGlow
Nefarious Muse
Abioye was a rouge she wandered alone, but she didn't want to stay that way she wanted a home and family. She wasn't sure where she wanted that to be. The pridelands had a lot of history and majestic appeal but what if she could build her own pride? She was not the bravest or the brightest but she didn't need to be. She just had to have the passion to be willing to try and that was what she wanted to do. She came to the jungle seeking something and she hoped this would be the start of something special.
She also wondered if the owner of this home wanted to stay alone or if they wanted to be part of something bigger. She wouldn't mind asking her sometime. She wanted a cub of her own someday but for now having a cub to watch over would make her happy till she found a male to call her mate. She wanted a real relationship not something was just for cubs. She wanted something more. Something that was like love stories of legends. There were many stories of great loved across the land. She wanted a story of her own.
She moved slowly into the area looking for the owner of the Jungle of Secrets.
Eyes as green as the Jungle its self watch Abioye from a shaded place, just under the edges of huge ferns not but paces away. Khalima smells like the Jungle but the Lioness that moves closer and closer to her, carries scents not of the Jungle on her pelt, but not of other Lions either. Her tail tip flicks slightly as she decides to raise to her paws, her head emerging first, garnished with wild looking spots, then her streamlined shoulders. The silver on her talisman that clasps her green cape-like shawl catches a sliver of light and sends it scattering in Abioye's direction. Her expression is downright unreadable,neither aggressive nor happy, but her ears are slightly swiveled to the sides indicating that she could really go either way and instantly. Khalima's voice is slightly edged, somewhat raspy (very Zira sounding) and her speech pattern is... strange. She speaks to the interestingly striped Rogue that has dared come to the one place where Khalima is the most defensive, her illegitimate cubs tread here and she is their ONLY defense. " Aaaah, This one seemss to be lossst "
Abioye looked at the lioness that was meant to be here in this jungle and she shook her head "No I am not lost, or perhaps I am in a way, but I hope you can help me, I want your help, if you will judge me worthy." She said simply. "I want to earn the right to protect a cub." She said honestly she wanted to be straight forward in this. She wouldn't lie or say she was here for a different reason. She wanted to me clear and see how she could earn this. She looked at the lioness and then said "I am Abioye, I want to find a pride or start one of my own, so I promise I will give this cub a real family." She said not sure if the lioness would believe her.
Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2025 8:40 pm
Nefarious Muse
(GO)
Serket the Pale hesitated at the mouth of the jungle. The sun flew high in the sky for Serket had timed her journey to bring her early in the day. Her hesitation was only a moment, enough to catch her breath. The lioness was white on white, markings so pale that they looked like tricks of the light, or shadows in the water. Some people feared her coloration and her weird red eyes. But she was just like anyone else, except weaker by far. Breath returned to her lungs and she broke through the dense green of the jungle. She felt almost shunned by the very leaves as they tried their best to keep her out. Finally she made it through the first heavy underbrush and continued on.
It was several hours later when she heard the roar. Well, the polite thing to do was to return her call, right? So Serket roared, not in challenge but in announcement. She did not stop. She was perfectly capable of walking and greeting at the same time. Here I come, ready or not.
Abioye looked at the lioness that was meant to be here in this jungle and she shook her head "No I am not lost, or perhaps I am in a way, but I hope you can help me, I want your help, if you will judge me worthy." She said simply. "I want to earn the right to protect a cub." She said honestly she wanted to be straight forward in this. She wouldn't lie or say she was here for a different reason. She wanted to me clear and see how she could earn this. She looked at the lioness and then said "I am Abioye, I want to find a pride or start one of my own, so I promise I will give this cub a real family." She said not sure if the lioness would believe her.
Khalima took one careful step after another as Abioye spoke, ever so insight-fully listening to her request. She doesn't stop moving either, Her keen eyes are pinned and unwavering upon this young Lioness. Her rounded ears perk as she hears Abioye's request for a cub, her aspirations for family and a sense of home. The way it was put, Worthy, protect, earn... Family, It Was very appealing and definitely appeasing to Khalima's protective nature over the Orphans. She circles slowly now around this young soul that asks for her Judgement and so starts looking Abioye over. She speaks as she does, somewhat exotic sounding with a dark trill in her voice "sooo.. This one wants my help, Wants to dedicate to and protect a little Orphaned zzssoul? This one seems strong enough, Healthy..." Khalima opens her jaws partially and draws in Abioye's scent again, tasting it and in a way also feeling her presence. She is judging with more than those pools of green with what she gazes and she can feel something more in Abioye. More that even she herself can see yet, the perks of a shaman are all too mysterious. Her shoulder blades rolling under her cloudy spotted pelt as she somewhat slinks, She speaks again. " This one is mooore than that, mooooore than she knows and even if this one achieves joining a pride, This one will need to be moooooorree." Finally stopping in front of Abioye she sits, curling her tail around her feet, a small beam of light illuminating her figure, then asks something that somewhat came from no where. "Where does this one intend to seek a Pride? Pridelands? Outlands? Why other than the obvious safety?"
Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2025 9:38 pm
Melomar
Serket the Pale hesitated at the mouth of the jungle. The sun flew high in the sky for Serket had timed her journey to bring her early in the day. Her hesitation was only a moment, enough to catch her breath. The lioness was white on white, markings so pale that they looked like tricks of the light, or shadows in the water. Some people feared her coloration and her weird red eyes. But she was just like anyone else, except weaker by far. Breath returned to her lungs and she broke through the dense green of the jungle. She felt almost shunned by the very leaves as they tried their best to keep her out. Finally she made it through the first heavy underbrush and continued on.
It was several hours later when she heard the roar. Well, the polite thing to do was to return her call, right? So Serket roared, not in challenge but in announcement. She did not stop. She was perfectly capable of walking and greeting at the same time. Here I come, ready or not.
Under the shadows of her favored ferns Khalima lays, she can feel the presence of a new lion in her Jungle but it surprises her a little to hear the roar through her jungle in return. Her ears perk forward as she raises to her paws, her finite body that of an attuned huntress but adorned with a silver clasped shawl that drapes to one side. Khalima waits standing there, more in the open than before but her spots can make her hard to see still... However, she has absolutely no problem spotting the flickers of white that are coming her way. She mumbles to herself "This one is... wwwhite?". If it weren't for the fact she can tell the difference, Khalima would have though it were a spirit, but spirits don't make so much noise in the broad green undergrowth. After a few more moments the two Lionesses can see one another, Khalima's eyes seeming to pierce into Serket's very being, even from a slight distance. Khalima's presence is unpredictable and her expression unreadable.. For now..
Serket's purposeful steps brought her through the jungle, attempting to follow the land as it was described by others. Animals may or may not have hidden themselves in fear, but she saw none as she passed through. She heard silence more than she heard animals... except for the insects. Her steps are soft and cautious, even as she walks heavily to make her presence known.
When finally she saw a lioness whose spots were unique and beautiful. She bowed with respect, for any lion that could survive this jungle was one worthy of respect. However, she was cautious, even seeing the description of Khalima in this lioness. "I am Serket the Pale. I seek a particular lion in this jungle. Are you the one I seek?"
Nefarious Muse
Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2025 10:24 pm
Melomar
Serket's purposeful steps brought her through the jungle, attempting to follow the land as it was described by others. Animals may or may not have hidden themselves in fear, but she saw none as she passed through. She heard silence more than she heard animals... except for the insects. Her steps are soft and cautious, even as she walks heavily to make her presence known.
When finally she saw a lioness whose spots were unique and beautiful. She bowed with respect, for any lion that could survive this jungle was one worthy of respect. However, she was cautious, even seeing the description of Khalima in this lioness. "I am Serket the Pale. I seek a particular lion in this jungle. Are you the one I seek?"
Khalima makes a predictable amount of sound as she moves to meet this Serket the Pale, her ears staying forward and her senses focused, some of her lost little ones are near by but they know to stay hidden and silent. Her voice is kind of raspy and sharp as she speaks to the pale one, an odd lingering in her speech on certain words, there is a strange feeling of curiosity about Khalima. "I am Khalima and I am the ooonly Lion that dare dwell in the Jungle of Secretsszs. This one is brave for venturing so far into the deep and daaark. The Jungle has a taste for morsels like thiiis one." Though she is fables to care for Orphans, there is something unsettling about Khalima, something dark or dare say maybe even something worse. Her body language isnt threatening as of yet but she has a slight tension in to her. Khalima, closing the gap between them, doesn't hardly seem bothered by the small buzzing insects that fly up around them from the undergrowth as they disturb it, creating quite an enchanting looking scene. The light plays on them and the two Lionesses in defused patches as Khalima takes in the full view of her visitor, White and milky with the soft subtle pinks, it is intriguing that an albino would ever come here. Khalima knows of their usual weaknesses and yet at the same time, it makes sense that Serket is here, coming to her. There are only two reason Lions ever come to this Jungle seeking her, they either want a cub, or they want to die. The Lioness before her seems to move with purpose and the fact that she has made it here shows determination.
Khalima makes a predictable amount of sound as she moves to meet this Serket the Pale, her ears staying forward and her senses focused, some of her lost little ones are near by but they know to stay hidden and silent. Her voice is kind of raspy and sharp as she speaks to the pale one, an odd lingering in her speech on certain words, there is a strange feeling of curiosity about Khalima. "I am Khalima and I am the ooonly Lion that dare dwell in the Jungle of Secretsszs. This one is brave for venturing so far into the deep and daaark. The Jungle has a taste for morsels like thiiis one." Though she is fables to care for Orphans, there is something unsettling about Khalima, something dark or dare say maybe even something worse. Her body language isnt threatening as of yet but she has a slight tension in to her. Khalima, closing the gap between them, doesn't hardly seem bothered by the small buzzing insects that fly up around them from the undergrowth as they disturb it, creating quite an enchanting looking scene. The light plays on them and the two Lionesses in defused patches as Khalima takes in the full view of her visitor, White and milky with the soft subtle pinks, it is intriguing that an albino would ever come here. Khalima knows of their usual weaknesses and yet at the same time, it makes sense that Serket is here, coming to her. There are only two reason Lions ever come to this Jungle seeking her, they either want a cub, or they want to die. The Lioness before her seems to move with purpose and the fact that she has made it here shows determination.
Yes I can read instructions and do this properly. Sorry. ><; <3
Serket stands stiffly before the strange lioness. She is smaller and thinner than Khalima, in a sickly sort of way. She is smaller than other lions her age. She has nothing to hide though, and nothing to lose except for her life. She has nothing to offer except for herself. So she says as much. "I have traveled this jungle so far from home to bring a cub home with me." She tilts her head toward Khalima. "I do not wish to take one unless one wants to come home with me. I have no cubs of my own, but I've always wanted them. I have lost two litters too soon, it broke my heart each time." Tears threaten to fall, and even if they did it would not matter. "I know that I will be a good parent to any who will come, even though I am just a rogue lion. How does this process work?"
Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2025 11:31 pm
Melomar
Serket stands stiffly before the strange lioness. She is smaller and thinner than Khalima, in a sickly sort of way. She is smaller than other lions her age. She has nothing to hide though, and nothing to lose except for her life. She has nothing to offer except for herself. So she says as much. "I have traveled this jungle so far from home to bring a cub home with me." She tilts her head toward Khalima. "I do not wish to take one unless one wants to come home with me. I have no cubs of my own, but I've always wanted them. I have lost two litters too soon, it broke my heart each time." Tears threaten to fall, and even if they did it would not matter. "I know that I will be a good parent to any who will come, even though I am just a rogue lion. How does this process work?"
Khalima's stride is not hasty as she listens to what this small and pale Lioness has to say, Her bright green eyes focused with smaller pupils on something but it feels like she is looking into Serket, not at her. Khalima watches the emotions fill Serket's reddish eyes as she continued to explain and she can feel Serket's certainty and her honesty. Even tho Serket has stopped, Khalima, athletic and tightly muscled, on the other hand doesn't stop walking. She swerves to the right side of this dainty little Lioness about 2 feet between them, her mouth slightly open to get Serket's scent within her jaws before passing her leisurely and turning to circle. As she does she responds in a slightly sharper tone. "This one is smaaall, frail.... but..Truthful.. Respectful." Her voice settles out more with less sharpness but gains something eerie instead, Khalima's own scent is almost unidentifiable against the smell of the Jungle and its hot thick air. "Thizs one has seeeen the eyes of death, felt it's cold paain... Almost nothing hurts quite as much as a Mother followed by ghosts and now one comes to mee for a cub of her own. To teach... To provide for, but can sshe protect it? " She asks, she doesn't answer how this works yet, the young are often impatient. Khalima keeps circling, looking over this pale little Lioness. She is not the hugest Lioness herself but she is certainly much bigger than Serket, however she does not underestimate this beautifully white thing she sees. Serket's heart is speaking to Khalima in a way that Serket herself cannot hear.
Khalima's stride is not hasty as she listens to what this small and pale Lioness has to say, Her bright green eyes focused with smaller pupils on something but it feels like she is looking into Serket, not at her. Khalima watches the emotions fill Serket's reddish eyes as she continued to explain and she can feel Serket's certainty and her honesty. Even tho Serket has stopped, Khalima, athletic and tightly muscled, on the other hand doesn't stop walking. She swerves to the right side of this dainty little Lioness about 2 feet between them, her mouth slightly open to get Serket's scent within her jaws before passing her leisurely and turning to circle. As she does she responds in a slightly sharper tone. "This one is smaaall, frail.... but..Truthful.. Respectful." Her voice settles out more with less sharpness but gains something eerie instead, Khalima's own scent is almost unidentifiable against the smell of the Jungle and its hot thick air. "Thizs one has seeeen the eyes of death, felt it's cold paain... Almost nothing hurts quite as much as a Mother followed by ghosts and now one comes to mee for a cub of her own. To teach... To provide for, but can sshe protect it? " She asks, she doesn't answer how this works yet, the young are often impatient. Khalima keeps circling, looking over this pale little Lioness. She is not the hugest Lioness herself but she is certainly much bigger than Serket, however she does not underestimate this beautifully white thing she sees. Serket's heart is speaking to Khalima in a way that Serket herself cannot hear.
The feelings she got about Khalima were fueled by stories she'd heard about her. "Her bright green eyes look into your soul." "She speaks in riddles." But she was harsh. She spoke the truth of what she saw. She was not a malignant person. But she was not one to trifle with. Serket realized this lioness could kill her where she stood and feed her to the cubs she kept hidden away. And no one but her brother would wonder or mourn her passing. The death of someone close. It haunted her like it could never haunt her brother, or so she thought. How could she possibly protect a cub? Her stunning red eyes widened in shock. What would she do? The child would run. Run and be killed once she was killed herself? She gulped softly and, not realizing the paranormal burden she carried, watched the larger lioness circle her. She had no idea how she could protect. Life unfolds in cruel ways, sometimes. Would a cub be better off here, in this dangerous place than back home with her brother and his mate? Even an adult lion could die here, the bones poking up through the dark soil, had proven that. "A rhino, a rogue gang, another lioness, famine and drought. I cannot promise that a cub would not die in my care." She sighed. "But a cub in your care could also die. When fate comes, it cannot be diverted. But I will do everything in my power and more to protect that cub."
Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2025 1:29 am
Melomar
The feelings she got about Khalima were fueled by stories she'd heard about her. "Her bright green eyes look into your soul." "She speaks in riddles." But she was harsh. She spoke the truth of what she saw. She was not a malignant person. But she was not one to trifle with. Serket realized this lioness could kill her where she stood and feed her to the cubs she kept hidden away. And no one but her brother would wonder or mourn her passing. The death of someone close. It haunted her like it could never haunt her brother, or so she thought. How could she possibly protect a cub? Her stunning red eyes widened in shock. What would she do? The child would run. Run and be killed once she was killed herself? She gulped softly and, not realizing the paranormal burden she carried, watched the larger lioness circle her. She had no idea how she could protect. Life unfolds in cruel ways, sometimes. Would a cub be better off here, in this dangerous place than back home with her brother and his mate? Even an adult lion could die here, the bones poking up through the dark soil, had proven that. "A rhino, a rogue gang, another lioness, famine and drought. I cannot promise that a cub would not die in my care." She sighed. "But a cub in your care could also die. When fate comes, it cannot be diverted. But I will do everything in my power and more to protect that cub."
Honesty... It is brutal just as Africa herself is also just as brutal and in so many ways, Khalima walks as a reflection of that honesty with every brutal step. She stops in front of Serket finally, The Jungle has literally fallen silent and still as the grave as tho holding its breath. Khalima sits, neatly folding her tail over her paws as she watches Serket's reactions. Many fall short here in this moment, when the sweet things someone could say would all but tarnish in the Jungle's still air. It is hard to tell if it is Khalima or the Jungle it's self that judges Serket but Khalima's face finally shows some form of expression, a fang graced smile. There is real and solid truth in Serket's words and Khalima does not doubt that Serket would lay down her life for her cub, That reguardless if she is able, she is willing to pretiect and do what has to be done. No matter how hard someone tries, even Khalima hasn't always been able to save her wayward cubs and still may watch the Jungle take another. Serket is smart, and wiser than most would think, her answer was impressive and so very on point. No empty promises, Something Khalima cannot stand, Only realism. Her voice is much smoother than before as she speaks however still somewhat sharp, is she... happy??? " This one is veery corrrect. Not even I, with knowledge of medicine and a strong bite, can ultimately succeed in saving a cub... Not always, for even they have their place to take in the Circle of Life. But at least This one will try to prevent it." Her eyes finally refocus more on Serket's face and into her warm colored eyes, Khalima tilts her head and in her expression is something most motherly. "This one, Serket the Paaaale.. Surprises me. That does not often happen. So, you want to know how it worrrks? One must take an Oath to neeever abandon the cub, To teach the cub not only to survive but to value life... and death. To teach the cub of the Great Circle of Life. Only then will the Jungle of Seecretzs let you leave with one alive. So my next question is veeerry ssimple little Ghost.. Is one prepared? For if you try to return a cub to me, I will let the Jungle eat." There is a small rustle of movement near by and as one small bright green eye peeks from between the Jungle leaf fronds. Khalima's tail twitches with annoyance at the Cub whom is disobeying her and lingering way waaaayy too close is making noise in the silence but she stays focused on Serket.
Abioye let out a breath she was holding when she shaman said she believed her she felt like this was going in the right direction. She listened as she said she had to be more she wondered if that meant she had to stand on her own and make her own pride. "Well since yes safety is a factor in the outlands, and finding enough food and water is a problem, if I took us to a pride I think I would go to the pridelands, if there is a ruling pride there anymore.." She wasn't even sure how long it had been since the stories of the legendary pride had lived. She knew that the time of kings and queens had passed.
"Since times have changed, maybe I could start my own pride in the pride lands, for lost souls since it seems that there are a lot of lost souls right now.. " She said softly looking into the shadows of the jungle looking for the cubs protected here. She wondered why they were here they deserved better. "I wish I could care for them all, but I know more will come to give them a home and perhaps that home will some day be with me in a way." She said like a promise.
