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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 5:27 pm
Quote: The Stories1... Phib
2... Ameh
3... No
4... Siraj
5... Kaanga
6... Kamal
7... Kilua
8... Mbweha
9... Ya
10. Jaden
11. Kiamba
12. Gin
13. Shez
14. Arcadia
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 5:28 pm
Quote: Status:Name: Phib
Pronounciation: fib
Meaning: A coptic saint of Egypt
Name Origin: Egypt
Age: 9
Species: African Lion
Color: White
Markings: Mint
Eye color: Red
Lineage:
- Hrothmund [Father]*
- Aziz [Mother]
- Kahj [Brother]
- Azalea [Sister]
- Thallen [Son]*
Mate(s):
- Khadda [1 yrs]
- Waridi [2-3 yrs]
- Multiple Others, [4-5]
- Ameh [5-9 yrs]
Health: Well
Location: Ela lands
At a Glance: Once destined to a place of leadership amongst his father's pride, a devestating plague ravaged the group which has left Phib more aloof and unwilling to take up responsibilites beyond what serves him. He has a cunning mind and a rather snide sense of humor. Living as a rogue, he tends to avoid other prides and stick to the harsher conditions of the badlands. He is a big lion, and often doesnt know his own strength- particularly around his mate, Ameh.
History
Somewhere in drifting time, a curled form of a white lioness lay in the fetal position. She sat neither up, nor down, nor did she cling to any particular form or for that matter, nor was she still. She floated, somewhat haphazardly in her slumber, her tail curled across her nose so it just faintly tickled the spot just above her brow ridge. Peaceful– the moon was out, and having always admired the moon, she seemed to glow in the form of it.
Outside, all was not so well.
She lived in a vague bubble, keeping herself separated from the pain, somewhere below the sea. Outside it was storming, and the plague was ravaging. She knew it, and she cared, but she did not move from it.
It was cruel, she knew it. But she could not handle it. It was too strong for her to manage, this killing. She had already granted far too many pardons, and if she kept it up the balance would not be maintained. And the balance, always had to be maintained.
They were screaming and gnashing their teeth, and she was floating in a dazed sense of tranquility that her ‘slumber’ gave her. Best to separate herself, just for now. Shamans were whispering her name. She could hear them, but she could not spare anymore.
It was burning at her, even in the daze. She had gone to the sea for the coolness, but it did not stop the burning. Her lungs hurt, her eyes hurt, her brain hurt, her heart was swollen.
Better to drift away... she was too weak now...
It hurt. A lot.
Today it hurt the worst of all, and he could take it no longer. It was time to die, even his young mind knew that. Could not die here. Weakly, he rose onto his feet which felt as though they were sinking into themselves. There were two bodies beside him, and they had not moved for a while. Bastards. The least they could have done was crawled away to die. Even he was crawling. Another lion coughed haggardly, and no one acknowledge the young cub leaving.
It was hot outside in the savannah, but ravished by fever he didn’t mind it much. His eyes were blurry, but he knew what he was looking for. It needed to be cool, and it needed to be clean. He would lay down, and that would be the end of it. He might vomit, but, it wouldn’t be long after that.
He found it by a briar. It was sickened with thorns, but the small cub was small enough to slide beneath the roots. He was thin, but his paws showed signs of hinted growth. Fur as wild and white as ever could be, and if his eyes had not been frozen shut in hazy mucus, they would have been a deep ruby red.
Weakly, he curled himself in a ball, and rested his head against the thorns. Still not dead. He could force the bile from his stomach, but he hadn’t the courage to. It was one thing to make preparation for death, and another to bring it on.
He’d had a lot of time to think about dying. His mind was not cluttered with the thoughts of fairness. He was past that stage. There was silence, and waiting. Soon it would happen, and those who survived would move on. He, however, was not one of the survivors. He had tried so hard, but it hadn’t been enough. But he could not regret anymore. It was too far gone for that.
Weakly, he took another haggard breath, and to his surprise, it cut off in a bubble which caught in his throat. In shock, he spasmed, trying to remove the bubble. It seemed to enlarge against the force. No no! He felt it pop against his throat, but still air wasn’t coming. This was it, and he wasn’t ready! He had to be. Frantically he tried to catch his breath, and realized he was drooling something pink and brown. No no!
Améh kept herself quiet in her times alone. She floated slowly in the tide, sometimes as tiny as a seahorse. When would this plague end? All across the earth was strife, but here– this was her land, and it burned her to feel it burning with fever. She could not meddle. This was the will.
It was only then that the image of a small cub crossed her mind, and she focused in. Dying, another one. She pulled away. What more could she do? They didn’t deserve it, but she had no other choice.
A brush of the ocean, and oddly, she felt curious. Slowly she prodded her mind back towards the child, and felt a rise and fall in her chest. She had not felt something quite like that before.
“Phib...?” She thought, and the salt burned her eyes. Shaking, she felt herself pulled. And before she could tell herself otherwise the white creature found herself sitting before the thorn brushes. The cub was choking.
What could she do? She couldn’t pick favorites, or her powers would be abused. But something in her was suddenly urgent. Did she know this one? Her heart nervously fluttered. Surely there was nothing special about this one. Not to the world. Then why was he suddenly so special to her? She knew this one- but she didn’t. He was just a child.
But she loved him. How could this be?
The child had not noticed her, but began to enter a state of distress. Amédia’s heart lurched in a way it never had. And gently, the female rested her head against his, and removed the sickness. The child collapsed and she nervously took him up with her, not wanting to risk reinfection. Instead, she took him east.
She found a place she liked, not far from the desert and placed him down. He was young, but on his way to being old enough to take care of himself. She would not interfere. And so she faded into the background. The young lion awoke in a new place, and shockingly, better. He never would quite figure out how or why.
But as much as Amédia tried to not interfere, she could not pull herself from the attachment she had created with the child. She watched him hesitantly as a flower, or as a bird. He grew up- as mortals did, and much to her pride became quite intelligent. But he was aloof- and he cared not for others, which broke her heart. She tried on many occasions to influence him otherwise- [always unseen], but he did not seem to change the older he got. There was a goodness to him, but sometimes he let it get lost in ambiguity.
He fathered some litters, but was cold to his sons. Eventually he drifted from that place as well. Nothing seemed to make him happy. Amédia worried if it was because she had interfered. By keeping him alive, she’d meddled in with the balance- and now she had an adult that had no place in the world and did not seem to mind it. There were times he seemed almost ghostly- as if he was only biding his time in the world.
Finally- she couldn’t take much more of it. She adored him, and she could no longer hide herself away. One night when he was sleeping she reformed herself to a mortal, and stumbled across him. He seemed to take little interest in her- but after she seemed incapable of leaving, he grew used to her company.
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Quote: Status:Name: Amédia / Améh
Pronounciation: A-may-dee-ah / A-may
Meaning: n/a
Name Origin: "Africanized" version of Amélie; OC
Age: ??
Species: Goddess
@@@Divinity: Healing/Health
Color: White
Markings: None
Eye color: Blue
Lineage:
Mate(s):
- Phib [Mortal]
Health: Good~
Location: Ela lands
At a Glance: A small, simple goddess, Améh uses envokes her abilities of healing to an occasional few in dire conditions. Although she is cautious about tampering with the fate of mortals, and oftenly will require something in return from them in exchange for the blessing.
Unlike some gods, she considers herself a servant of the mortals. Her existance is based on protecting them from their own mortality when she can, and very rarely appears as a 'full' goddess.
She is almost always seen as an adolescent- although it is unlikely she is that young.
History
Almost all of Améh’s powers go on without herself, or anyone knowing about it. She is present in all but the most depraved individuals, and those who are immortal, helping them heal and grow. Most of this goes on subconsciously [and does not even need her focus to occur]- but Améh herself can directly affect individuals should she feel taken to granting a healing, or otherwise. Because she is outright manipulating a soul’s lifespan by granting healings, it is rare she does not ask for something in return. [Most oftenly, what she asks comes in the form of charity- either apologies to enemies, or lending aid to someone in need.]
Améh also suffers from a severe form of empathy- she can sense the pain of others, and during times of plague or famine, she may sometimes induce a coma-like state over herself so she can focus solely on regulating rather then feeling the pain herself.
Améh’s healing covers everything of the physical nature. She can speed up wounds recovering, and she can cure diseases. She cannot, however, do something a body could not normally do- IE: regenerate a limb, or regrow tissue that never existed. She also cannot cure curses, or dispel ailments of the body purposely caused by other gods. [IE: A scar, a freeze in the growth process, etc.] She cannot raise the dead, or restore life back to a body once a creature has died.
Améh considers herself to be a servant to the mortals- and rarely shows up around other gods that she does not have some connection to. Because she spends so much of her energy keeping up a mortal appearance, she cannot cast spells of illusions on anyone but herself, except in dire circumstances.
Because of Améh’s constant healing, she never ages past adolescence- and it’s hard to ever tell her exact age. When it comes time for her to be reborn, she simply keels over without warning.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 5:30 pm
Quote: Status:Name: No
Pronounciation: "Noh"
Meaning: 'Field'
Origin: n/a
Age: 1
Species: Lion
Color: Black
Markings: None
Eye color: Green
Lineage:
- Daimyn [Father- Pridelander]
- Ausi'juu [Mother- Mistweaver]
- Xu Wu Hui [Sister- Pridelander]
- Ai'kunliu [Brother- Pridelander]
- Jing'Fei [Brother- Pridelander]
- Choa [Sister- Pridelander]
Mate(s): Kidondo [ Firekin ]
Health: Well
Location: The Firekin
At a Glance:
History
Friends
Quote:
 Kidondo
Daimyn, Ausi'juu
Xu Wu Hui, Ai'kunliu, Jing' Fei, Choa, Jini, Mosi, Tai, Shin, Ada, Nukta
Inari
Juruwa
Quote: Status:Name: Siraj
Pronounciation: Sirr-ahj
Meaning: Torch
Origin: Arabic
Age: 14
Species: Lion
Color: Red
Markings: Red backstripe
Eye color: Red
Lineage:
- Vanhi [ Firekin ]
- Kimba [ Firekin ]
Mate(s):
- 2-3 yrs: Yoash
Health: Old
Location: Firekin lands
History
Siraj [Torch] was born third in a litter of four boys to Vanhi [Fire] and Kimba [Brushfire], during the earlier years of Makadari’s rule. Like all properly instructed firekin children, Siraj became awash in the teachings of Finar-Si, and the culture of the pride. He is a lion that despises weakness or heresy against the goddess in all forms and follows the duties issued by the king unquestioningly. Because of this he served as an exemplary guard, often stationed at the borders to handle any fool lions who dared enter the territory.
A year or so into his adulthood, the youngest brother Yorei [Fire], slipped off into the desert and was not seen from again. Rumors, however, began to float that he had left to be with some woman of dubious descent. Furious that his brother had brought such scandal to the already dwindling family- Siraj took it upon himself to go off and find the cause of his brother’s betrayal. The rumors held true- his brother had settled down with a non blood and sired four half blooded children. Unable to tolerate anyone finding out about this, Siraj fought and killed his brother. He was unable to track down the female who escaped with a cub, but did devour two others that had strayed.
But Siraj had loved his brother despite that, and ever since that time he became somewhat methodical. He returned to the pride as a silent brute. He still followed orders unquestioningly, but he no longer took much interest in other social activities. Before leaving he had taken a mate- but when he returned, he ignored her until she drifted off with another. Siraj believed that no matter what happened, his devotion would eventually be repaid by Finari-Si.
Four more years- and Siraj found himself in another dilemma. Patrolling the northern borders, the now middle aged guard stumbled upon a large rogue taking water in one of the pride’s outstanding oases. Siraj wasted little time in attacking- for up to this point, he’d yet to loose any fights. But this male was almost as large as a firekin- and he struck back with a wild fervor Siraj wasn’t used to. It quickly became apparent to Siraj that he had misjudged his opponent. As the battle ensued a fateful claw strike by the rogue male sliced trough the guard’s eye. It was horribly painful, and in his wild flailing the rogue could have killed him- but instead, the male haphazardly left. Despite later attempts to track him down, Siraj was never able to find him again.
Siraj dragged himself back to the lands, keeping himself holed up in the rocks. His mother- who by then was on her last legs, tended the best she could to his wounded eye. Infection set in, and despite all the arcane remedies she might have known, they were unable to salvage the eye. It became a hunk of dead tissue which scarred over into a flat white ball. It still troubles him, occasionally causing his eye to bleed or become agitated.
But now Siraj, who had spent most of his life a fighter, had no depth perception. He could still rip a lion to shreds if they got in his way- but no lion actually would. They moved too fast for him in sparring, and Siraj realized pitifully that his weakness was now a disgrace to the firekin.
At about this time Kiu was about to take reign, and Siraj saw this as the time to exodus. He was not leaving the firekin, he claimed, but returning back to them once he had done something to prove himself not an invalid. At the time he would return, Siraj would again pledge his loyalty as a guard for the king.
Unknowingly- leaving is possibly the thing that saved Siraj’s life, for the weakness in his eye may have left him susceptible to the plague. Lost without his people, Siraj traveled far off until he found other deserts, and other people. Now, an old lion, Siraj makes his way back to the pride after supposedly fulfilling the promise he made to the royal family years ago.
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Quote: Status:Name: Kaanga
Pronounciation: Con-GA
Meaning: "Roasted"
Name Origin: Swahili
Age: 1
Species: Firekin
Color: White
Markings: Red/Black
Eye color: Yellow
Lineage:
Family Tree
- Kimeti [Father-Firekin King]
- Finir-Si/Karama [Mother- Goddess of Change]
- Kinja [Grandmother- Firekin]
- Koka
- Ki'somm Inihki --------------[ Brothers and Sisters- Seers; Firekin ]
- Kiunguza
- Kope
- Kidondo
Mate(s):
- n/a
Health: Well
Location: Firekin lands
At a Glance: Kaanga is soft spoken and almost unintelligent. She enjoys the company of others, even though the general morale of the firekin scares her. She'd much rather see peace come to her family then more chaos.
History
Friends
Quote: Status:Name: Uriah
Pronounciation: Ur-I-ah. [Ur-EYE-ah]
Meaning: Fire
Name Origin: Hebrew
Age: 1
Species: African Lion [Firekin]
Color: Red
Markings: Black
Eye color: Violet
Lineage:
- Koka: [Mother- Firekin]
- Father: [Nyek ]
- Kinja [Great-Grandmother-Firekin]
- Kimeti [Grandfather- Firekin]
- Karama [Grandmother- Firekin/Goddess]
- Kaanga, Kidondo,+ [Aunts/Uncles Firekin]
- Numerous half sisters.
Mate(s):
- n/a
Health: Well
Location:
History
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Quote: Koka
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 5:31 pm
Quote: Status:Name: Kamal
Pronounciation: Ka-m-all
Meaning: "Precious"
Name Origin: Iran
Age: 1
Species: African Lion
Color: Brown
Markings: Black
Eye color: Green
Lineage:
- Kinja [Mother-Firekin]
- Hakan [Brother]
- Kimya [Sister]
- Kimeti [Half Brother-Firekin King]
- Many other half brothers and sisters.
Mate(s):
- n/a
Health: Well
Location: Near Pridelands
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 5:32 pm
Quote: Status:Name: Kilua
Pronounciation: Key-luu-ah / kill-uu-ah
Meaning: "A Flower"
Origin: Swahili
Age: 1
Species: African Lion
Color: Grey-Blue
Markings: White
Eye color: Blue
Lineage:
- Maji [Father-Mistweaver]
- Cynari [Mother]
- Kayin [Brother]
- Utomo [Brother-Seer]
Mate(s):
- n/a
Health: Well
Location: Soutlands
At a Glance: A sweet, gentle lioness who has many questions about the life her mother left behind. Taught to behave like a princess, she is always careful what she says, and is constantly comparing herself to her regal mother.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 5:33 pm
Quote: Status:Name: Mbweha
Pronounciation: Mb-weh-ha
Meaning: Fox
Origin: n/a
Age: ?
Species: Lion
Color: White
Markings: Silver
Eye color: Lavender
Lineage:
- Mava [Sister]
- Mwana [Sister]
- Afu [Half-Sister]
Mate(s): n/a
Health: Well
Location: ???
At a Glance:
History
The sound of faint lightning in the distance was more then enough warning for Mbweha to know it was time to go. For a moment she remained, enjoying briefly the humid earth moments before the rainfall. No longer so hot- her delicate feet not scorched by the heat. One of the few enjoyments she’d had as of late, and the sudden distraction from her pleasant thoughts brought a most sour expression to the beautiful face. She knew she was ugly when she scowled- so she did so only rarely. She could feel the crease in her brow, the flex of her upper lip; only when she was alone did she allow such a face to wrap itself along hers like a mask. And it was a soft, velvety one that sometimes was harder then she liked to pull off.
Another bright crackle of thunder directed her attention away from her scowls and herself, and the pale creature slowly rose her regal brow. Yes- rain soon. It wouldn’t do to be wet, although it looked unlikely that she’d be able to make it back to the sister’s dwelling before the storm. Just another notch down her throat... the bitterness she shoved away before it worked too hard against her.
She would make due- she always had.
Although the sentiment was a bit harder to keep when the rain started to empty itself from the heavens. At first it fell in a light mist, and she felt her coat begin to prickle with cold, before the torrent poured down upon her back and brow with such a force that she succumbed to bowing her neck in order to breathe less water in. Wet and soggy- she despised it. How had it ever come that she would be in such a place, on such a road? Such a road... Mbweha rose her head briefly to adjust her eyes to the terrain around her. It was getting dark, and the rain didn’t help visibility at all. Had that not adled her enough- it didn’t help that even the ground beneath her paws was a foreign language, and that her memories of the ascia trees the sisters had been using as a living quarter seemed foggy in her mind. Had it been a set of three?
With a small groan, Mbweha twisted her neck around, and allowed herself a slight scowl. She held a lot of pride in her intelligence, even if her poor sisters were too idled to see it. But it didn’t matter- Goddess knows, she was prettier. Perhaps it was just too much for her to be smarter as well. Well. Not that Mwana would have ever figured it out, anyways.
Scoffing, Mbweha rose a paw, and crossed it about the crown of her head, pushing the tracts of water away. But being beautiful only worked so far- and it wasn’t helping her find her way back. It took a lot to pause in the rain, for one, because she had to keep her head up. It made her inhale small particles of water which agitated her greatly, and behind her, the lioness’s slow and dainty tail flicked back and forth in agitation. She waited.
And then it came; for a brief second, everything lit up with the lightning’s flash, and in that half a second her violet eyes sprinted back and forth over the horizon, trying to grab what might have looked like an object in the distance. But as soon as she even started, all faded back to an inky dark, and Mbweha forced herself to remain another long two minutes for the next strike.
This time, she was a bit more prepared- the world lit up, and she jerked her eyes west. Faintly she made out something, but whatever it was faded into darkness before she could even verbalize what it might have been. It would have to do for now.
The white female suddenly put her elegant body to use, and started to run. She had never been particularly fast or fleet, but she certainly looked good doing it, even with the small patches of mud and grass which started to adorn her feet like crude anklets. Such a stark beauty against all the grey- and it was exactly that, which caught the yellow eyes of another figure in the distance.
“Hey, hey-“ A thick male voice spoke, and behind him, another male involuntarily giggled. “Hush, stop it. Look, or you’ll miss it you idiot.”
Telling the brown male to stop giggling seemed to have the completely opposite effect, but he humored his partner by slowly climbing up the termite mound, and peering down. In the distance, he saw it too- the white lioness skirting across the horizon line. Even for a lioness, he had to admit she was rather lovely. But even more lovely, was that she was alone.
“What do you think Markkar?” The first male lowly spoke, licking his lips.
The giggler smirked and perked his ears forward, the green tints of his eyes locking in on the moving form. It looked somewhat like a bird now- and he could not stand the loveliness. “Why- I think we’d better tell the queen, don’t you think?”
“I certainly think so-!” The first male grinned, and slowly, the pair retreated into the shadows.
Unawares of the plotting going on behind her back, Mbweha continued her fleet footed run through the rain torrented savannah. But it was leading her nowhere. It was simply too dark, and too rainy to even grasp what waited for her over the horizon. And it certainly wasn’t doing much for her mood. The Fox hated to admit it- but she was wasting energy by running like this. As much as she hated the rain, there was no sense in being foolish. She would not allow it.
With a misty and strangled breath, Mbweha pulled to a stop, leaning her weight against her left shoulder, and hanging her head down so she could breathe unobscured. Had it really come down to all of this? Although she had never sewn the thoughts of royalty into her mind as Mwana had, even she was seduced into realizing that life had treated them unfairly. Unfairly and cruel- and as the rain pounded against her back, she felt herself burn. If only she could vocalize like Mava...perhaps she’d do something about. But there was no doubting that her dark older sister had the voice in the trio. A slight, if faint pang throbbed. She was cold to everyone, sisters included- but at that moment, she would have loved to hear their familiar voices again.
But what she did hear was not a voice, nor was it familiar. From seemingly the depths of the earth, a sudden wicked chorus of laughing voices began to prattle all around her. The white female flinched and jerked herself upwards. Directing her eyes to the dark shadows in the distance. At first it appeared to be just one or two- but then, from the left, three more arrived, and although she dared not turn she could feel the presence of at least two others behind her.
Circled! The female lowly growled, and shifted her bright eyes around the circle. Who would dare show their face to her?
If there was one thing Arcadia hated more then lions, it was beautiful people. And nothing was worse then a beautiful lioness in her book. As if they didn’t already think they had it all, nature had to go and grow [within a scant few of them, she added] a sense of superiority that even transcended species. How deplorable.
And standing their in the rain, even Arcadia could see through her half blind eye that the female was lovely. Her eyes- she liked her eyes the most. Perhaps she would pull them out.
“Well well lioness, what are you doing in this horrendous weather my love?” Arcadia spoke, stepping into the circle. She was a large hyena- as most females were. In the dark she looked like a shadow- her black pelt soaking in what little light the rainy night allowed to pass through. Underneath years of battle scars- she too might have once been beautiful. But it was obvious now that it had all gone to age and war.
Mbweha narrowed her eyes, and took a slow step to the left, focusing her direct attention upon the face of the ugly hyena. Her skin was prickled, but she did not say a word. Why speak to such fools? Inwardly she started to devise a plan.
“You’ll not say anything?” The lead female spoke again, her voice as raw as a dried bone. “Nothing to say to me? It seems we have you surrounded. And I am quite sure that pretty little head of yours is thinking of some manner of escape, but I assure you, there’s not much you can do now.”
Mbweha ignored the taunt, and eyed the left. There seemed to be only three rings of hyenas on that side- if she leapt over the first two, she’d have only a second to beat the other ring off of her and try to escape.
Arcadia narrowed her eyes and snorted, glancing to the left as well. “Such a smart girl. What are you thinking? That you can outrun us? Maybe you can- but then again, we have not run all day, and you have already been running your little body all over out lands.” The female jarred her jaw together with a small clap.
“Dirty fools-“ Mbweha snapped, and turned her attention towards the dark hyena. “So starving you must eat lions-.”
“Oh-! Is that what you think?” Arcadia remarked, her brows raising. “Well my dear, we eat rather well. Anyone would, with a group like this. No, I think you are mistaken. Oh- we’ll kill you if we can, and we’ll eat you if we do, but I’d much rather mess up that pretty face of yours. It’s a kind of hobby, you see.” She purred.
Even Mbweha was taken aback, and she pulled her neck to the side in surprise. That would be a concern. She hadn’t calculated the fact that they might be satisfied in simply hurting her. If they were going for a kill, there were areas she knew to watch. But if they were just intent on ripping her as much as they could, she knew she was in for trouble. There was no way she could watch all of her sides like that-
Arcadia took a step forward, her lips curling upwards. She’d rather enjoy this.
It was then- perhaps, that we might need to backtrack. For although this particular land was covered by hyenas, there were a few marauders who had taken up living alone in the region. Mostly young males with no prides, or perhaps, ambitions towards creating prides- but while the hyenas had spotted Mbweha running about in the rain, also had one particular male who had been seated out in the pouring rain to brood. The sight of her-! It had been like a bird flying in the darkness. Fully and completely, he’d fallen in love.
But knowning about Arcadia, he had had hardly enough time to run down the slope before Arcadia and her cohorts arrived on scene. Now they were intent on pouncing, and the white female seemed to be preparing an escape route-
Makkar had been giggling as they approached the white female. She almost looked like she glowed in the darkness- and then, the harsh and brutal force of a paw snapped against his neck.
Both Arcadia and Mbweha’s heads turned as the male lion broke through the ranks, quickly beating the two sides down. A couple of quick movements by Arcadia’s lead male had him in front of the angered lion- and with a flash of teeth, he clamped down on the lion’s wrist. Furiously the male roared, and jerked his arm to the side, taking the hyena with it.
“Go-!” The young male spoke, his eyes focusing on the white female. Her violet eyes [violet!] widened, but she did not wait for another moment. She bolted behind her where the gap had been made, and did not look back.
But from behind her- Arcadia quickly gave chase, taking off after her heels even quicker then the Fox had left.
Things happened fast- as most things do in such situations. Mbweha turned to face the female, her face twisting into an ugly scowl as she readied herself to try and deflect the force of the hyena’s run. But suddenly, the old female fell to the ground as the male lion caught up with her, and forced her to the side. Hissing, Arcadia snarled, but unwilling to suffer more injuries, she took off, and the rest of the pack quickly followed.
Mbweha breathed. It was still raining. Funny how she had almost forgotten it. With a snort she turned towards the male, her face placid as the wheels in her head began to turn. Slowly, a small smile quirked across her face.
“My lady!” The eager black male spoke, turning towards her. “I saw you running, and I came to help-“ he strangled out.
“So you did-“ Mbweha spoke, her voice soft. “But, I am afraid I am lost.”
“Lost!” The male repeated, hanging on her words.
“Do you know where a group of acacia trees are? There are three-I’m not sure in the dark-“ She spoke, her pale eyes shifting.
“Yes-!” Actually, he didn’t at first. He had to give it some thought before responding again.”Yes, yes- they’re right over the ridge here. You would have hit them if you kept running-“
Mbweha purred, and nodded her head. “Good then. I will go.”
The male wheezed, and took a few steps forward. “Might- might I know your name?”
Mbweha turned, and glanced at the eager creature. Rain was falling, and it slid down her twisted hair in a sweet way. “No. You may not.” Her voice spoke coldly, and with an elegant turn, she left her protector- and did not look back.
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Quote:
Jaden
Mwana, Mava
Quote: Status:Name: Ya
Pronounciation: Yah
Meaning: n/a
Origin: n/a
Age: ?
Species: Lion
Color: White
Markings:
Eye color: Lavender
Lineage:
- Kiburi [Pridelander/Slave]
- Zeoni [Pridelander/Slave]
Mate(s): n/a
Health: Well
Location: ???
At a Glance:
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Quote:
Kiburi
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 5:34 pm
Quote: Status:Name: Jaden
Pronounciation: hay-den [The J is pronounced as an "H"]
Meaning: n/a
Origin: n/a (Named for an original character of the same name.)
Age: 3
Species: Leopard
Color: Red
Markings: Red
Eye color: Blue
Lineage:
- Ajizii [Mother]
Mate(s):
- Many
Health: Well
Location: Soutlands
At a Glance: Sly and smooth talking, Jaden is a man with one thing on his mind- the ladies. He'll do anything to get himself 'hooked up', including being almost to the point of stupidity. Despite his womanizing ways, he can become a good friend, and has a good heart.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 5:35 pm
Quote: Status:Name: Gin
Pronounciation: "Gin"
Meaning: n/a
Origin: n/a
Age: 1
Species: Wild Dog
Color: Brown
Markings: None
Eye color: Violet
Lineage:
- Ujuzi [Mother]
- Kengee [Father]
- Momo
- Gzifa
- Chafu
- Poka
- Kinyegele
- Kisho
- Tamu'kimya
- Shui
- ??
- ??
Mate(s): n/a
Health: Well
Location: The Hamaji packlands
History
Friends
Quote: Ujuzi, Kengee
Momo, Gzifa, Chafu, Poka, Kinyegele, Kisho, Tamu'kimya, Shui, ??, ??
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 5:36 pm
Quote: Status:Name: Kiamba
Pronounciation: Kii-am-bah
Meaning: n/a
Origin: n/a
Age: 3
Species: Cheetah
Color: Violet Grey
Markings: Dark Grey
Eye color: Blue
Lineage:
- Nafia [Mother]
- Sawia'na'mifu [Daughter]
- Kilindi [Daughter]
Mate(s): Tomoyo
Health: Well
Location: The Duma'Bura lands
At a Glance:
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 5:56 pm
Quote: Status:Name: Scheherazade
Pronounciation: sha-hair-uh-zad
Meaning: Noble one; lit: One who appears noble.
Origin: Arabian Nights
Age: 3
Species: Hyena
Color: Black
Markings: Violet
Eye color: Green
Lineage:
- Mordichai [ Father ]
- Kadia [ Mother ]
Mate(s):
- 1-2yrs Zimbiwi
Health: Well
Location:
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 5:57 pm
Quote: Status:Name: Arcadia
Pronounciation: Ar-kay-dee-ah
Meaning: ?
Origin: n/a
Age: ?
Species: Hare
Color: Brown
Markings: Brown
Eye color: Pink
Lineage:
Mate(s): n/a
Health: Well
Location: ???
At a Glance:
History
Friends
Quote:
Amedia, Phib
Iva
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 5:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 5:59 pm
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