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Welcome To The Savanna!
A beautiful place known as 'Masai Mara' a beautiful landscape filled with a long range of Savanna based area-many animals roam the lands wild and free-some in groups-some alone its really their choice. Small villages and holiday resorts are placed around the grass lands for visitors to stay-whilst getting ther tours around the game reserve. A large park is built not to far off from the Savanna and is more of a safer place-this is where the humans will take in sick or injured animals and even abandoned cubs. Sometimes they keep them to show visitors to their sanctuary-but they nearly always release them back into the wild where they belong.
There is a main part near this beautiful place and that's the main town where many people live, with their domestic pets, children and basically their families. A beautiful town this is and a lot of money and time was put in building it. Nice large houses with garden space, nice shops, vehicles, vets, parks and even leasure centers. Many people have seen this place and have never grown to leave it-but this place can pose a threat at night. As most of the predators of the Savanna are nocturnal the decided to come out at night, some deciding to find an easy meal in the town...
Many creatures live in the vast lands-some being friendly and others just wanting to kill. Some animals this place includes are; Lions, Hyenas, African Wild Dogs, Crocodiles, Wildebeast, Buffalo, Zebra, Gazelle, Cheetahs, Leopards, Giraffes, Elephants, Baboons, Rhinos, Hippos, Vultures, Meerkats, Ostriches, Praire Dogs, Okapi and many many more.
All animals having their own traits, rules, groups and ways of living. Some meat eaters others plant eater-some even have adapted to each both plants and meat. All this animals roam the Savanna and attract thousands of people each year-many seeing its a great experience and coming back year after year.
Will you join and survive, or will you crumbled and end up in the sanctuary-which isn't a bad life either. Its really up to you. Now you live the life as a free roaming animal, and see this life changing experience.
Prides/Packs:
Lion Pride~ Open
African Wild Dog Pack~ Open
Rules:
1~ Be realistic, this is a 100% realistic rp so that means pictures must be real no cartoons, and you must rp realistically.
2~ No god-modding, power-playing or auto-hitting, this gets very very annoying and I don't want to see this happen-as its also unfair on the perseon playing the other character. Since we are on these lines I also want no instant killing you must rp it out-no killing someone character without their permission.
3~ Try and be a little literate, know some people can't type as much as others but I don't want short stuipd posts like I've previously seen "Kills a deer and takes home" where the interest in that? I would just ignore that post unfortionately so please try keeping it semi/literate and if your struggling a line and a half or 2 lines are enough.
4~ Be active-if you guys arenon very often I would appreciate it if you didn't join, as if someone is interacting with your character they have to change what's happening because they'll just be left on hold-and this may even confuse individuals. If you are going to be offline for a while just pm me or post on here.
5~ Sadly I've decided to only allow Lions and African Wild Dogs into this rp so there isn't a hell load of different animals which make others confused. You may rp out the other animals as you pass them or see them e.g.: The tan lioness padded through the Savanna, her tail flicking at the flies that made many attempts to land on her pelt. The sound of moans came from not to far away, turning she spotted one of the well known herd of Zebras-who continued to graze as she passed... Something like that would be ok.
6~ Mating, swering, cussing, gore is allowed so this is a Rated-M role play, although we would prefer you to skip out the whole 'description' on mating and maybe just say its happened. Also rping out pregnancies is allowed but again, do not go into detail.
7~ It takes 1 real day for you to fall pregnant, and another day or 2 for you to give birth just so you aren't just falling pregnant then a baby pops out 2 minutes later.
8~ Enough with the rules have fun!!!
Application:
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Name~
Age~
Gender~
Species~
Personality~
Description/Picture~
History~
Crush~
Mate~
Pups/Cubs~
Extra~
Again this is a realistic rp that is based in the Masai Mara type place, and it is a Rated-M because of the gore, cussing and what not. If you have any problems feel free to pm me so we aren't making a big deal on the thread-alos remember: we are only accepting Lions and African Wild dogs!.
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Name~ Imara
Age~ She's 4 years old.
Gender~ Female/Lioness
Species~ African Lion
Personality~ Imara is a laid back lioness who let's others get on with what they want, she doesn't like being bossed around and will often ignore what others say if they are telling her what to do-but if there is a necesssary reason she will listen. Imara does like to go hunting or just walk around-infact she often likes going on walks. She does have a bubbly attitude and can act like a cub, although she doesn't really have a short temper either. This lioness may come across as stubborn to some as she tends to do her own thing if she wants and when ever she wants.
Description/Picture~ I have a picture but here's a small description; Imara is a beautiful lioness and a great example to her species, she has a fine golden pelt that's very smooth and clean. Her eyes are a beautiful amber color that are very pretty-especially when the suns shone onto them. Although she is small her body build is quite muscular which makes her an excellent hunter, and fighter if she choses to be. Her claws are quite sharp and strong so won't snap easy, her teeth are still pretty white but have many stains on from blood.
History~ Imara lived with her old pride as a cub, It was ran by one of the higher rank males-but surprisingly this wasn't her father. Her mother liked one of the lower rank males in the pride and he also liked her-knowing they weren't allowed they decided to breed anyways, and soon popped out Imara. The king was furious and banished the male from the pride-but allowed her mother to stay. It surprised Imara when the king gave her to option to leave or sadly be killed as she wasn't his offspring-she came to the decision that the best thing would obviously be to leave although her mother wasn't happy with this she still done so. Leaving at a very young age its a wonder how she survived. Forgetting all about her previous pride and her mother she now lives a care free life.
Pack/Pride~ Imara is infact a loner, she may join a pride if one happens to come along.
Crush~ Nope, this could change.
Mate~ Nope sadly, but she is open.
Pups/Cubs~ Sadly she has no cubs but she does want some.
Extra~ Nothing extra.
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Name~ Nuala
Age~ She's 3 years old.
Gender~ Female/Bitch
Species~ African Wild Dog
Personality~ Nuala is a stubborn canine who doesn't really like being told what to do-she hates others trying to over power her and will straigh away snap. This canine does have quite the temper on her so most avoid getting on her bad side, although she does seem serious she can often act like a pup and get along well with others. She may seem a bitch at times but then again who doesn't right, if others need help she will I've it to them-since she is a very dominant canine she does like to be above everyone.
Description/Picture~ She has a picture but here's a small description; Nuala is a beautiful canine who has lovely markings. A great example to her species. Her ears are placed nicely on her head along with most of her other features. Nualas eyes are a beautiful brown which almost looks like its got a tint of red, a black blaze runs down her head and is soon followed by a black muzzle. Her body is mixed with different browns, creams, blacks, white and even specks of ginger. More towards her chest and front legs she has large patches of white and some look like paint slatters. She has long slender slegs which help her when hunting, but they are powerful even though they don't look it. Nuala may look thin and weak but actually she's quite muscular for her breed.
History~ Nuala was born into a pack like most dogs like her, it didn't take long for her to decide she wanted to leave the pack. Much tension was caused by her and the 'Princess' of the pack, many fights happened between the two and one ended up nearly fatal. The leader decided it was best for Nuala to leave-and with arguing also between her and her parents she decided she would. Not really caring about them anymore she went her own way.
Pack/Pride~ Nuala is a loner at the minute, she may consider joining a pack if one comes along.
Crush~ Nope, this could change.
Mate~ Nope, but she's open.
Pups/Cubs~ Sadly no pups, she does want some.
Extra~ Nothing extra about her.
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Name~ Idi
Age~ 2
Gender~ Male
Species~ African Painted Dog
Personality~ Idi is energetic, immature, happy-go-lucky, and optimistic. He loves mindlessly chasing things and making new friends. He has yet to develop the natural fear of other species such as lions, so he has the mindset that he can make any kind of friend. He prefers not to fight, but if it is to defend someone close to him, he won't hesitate.
Description/Picture~ Hurrdurrpicture. c:
History~ Born into a struggling small pack, Idi was raised there until he was about one and a half years of age. With the constant prying of his mind for adventure, he chose willingly to leave his pack and set out on his own. He does seek to eventually start his own pack, but right now he's too wrapped up in living for adventure to think much about it, much against his natural instincts.
Crush~ Nopey
Mate~ Nupe
Pups/Cubs~ Nuh uh
Extra~ Hmmmmmnah.
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Name~ Bastet
Age~ 3 Years
Gender~ Lioness
Species~ African Lion
Personality~ Bastet is generally feisty. She takes no nonsense from others, especially pestering scavengers like hyenas. However, she is caring and protective of those close to her. She has a soft spot for cubs.
Description/Picture~ Le photo. She is also a bit darker in color than normal, she has a few rips in her ears and multiple scars.
History~ Bastet had a starting pride of her own, consisting of her, her mate, and her three newborn cubs. While establishing their new home territory, they unknowingly overlapped their land with that of a hyena clan. The hyenas launched a night raid, using their far superior numbers against the two grown lions. Despite both parents' valiant efforts to save their land and their cubs, their fight was lost due to the savage numbers of the hyena foes. In the wake of the attacking clan, they left all of Bastet's cubs brutally slaughtered, and eventually fatal wounds given to Bastet's mate. With little other choice, her and her fatally wounded mate left, and he eventually died from blood loss, leaving Bastet alone, with many scars and a newfound hatred.
Pride~ N/A
Crush~ Nope
Mate~ Deceased
Cubs~ Deceased
Extra~ Nupe
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Of course Idi is accepted! We may start one another 1/2 members join! :)
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((Huzzah! I also just added another charrie for the heck of it.
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Great, she is also accepted, one more member and we can start.
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Sounds good to me! Thankies!
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Unless you're wanting to start now?
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There now, steady love, so few come and don't go
Will you, won't you be the one I'll always know?
When I'm losing my control, the city spins around
You're the only one who knows, you slow it down
Name: Syckle Faire Laine
Age: He's a rather young male, still- he just turned four.
Gender: Syckle is a male lion.
Species: He is a lion.
Personality: To describe this male in one word, it would have to be 'kind'. This lion is stranger than most male lions, he is charming and good-natured- his main personality traits. His sweet nature is both a fault and a quality- as he is prone to be rather too friendly at points to the point that he has become a bit naive. He is more of a calm lion- insults seem to go in and out of his ears- and he has no intentions on wanting to take over a pride. He seems to prefer traveling, and its rare to see him staying in one place for a long time. He is self-confident, and he doesn't seem to care about anything negative regarding him, he just ignores it.
However, this male lions quiet nature usually overtakes his personality to those who he doesn't know- yet should the other prove to be friendly enough- he can easily ease into his more nicer nature. He likes to meet new people, yet due to life in the wild, he has become cautious. To anyone who he seems to find nice, and not dangerous- he will have his smile, and his heart splayed wide open to friendship. The lion is naturally polite and gentle- yet he isn't that mature for his age. This lion is more vibrant, young, and whimsical- he is usually fun-loving, and cheerful, yet he knows when to become serious. To anyone that befriends him or becomes his ally, he proves to be a wonderful male. He is honest- and secrets are always safe with him, he promises to fight to the death to save the other once you've earned his trust, and with that- comes his loyalty, he will have an everlasting loyalty to anyone close to him.
Deep down, this male lion has a more daring, adventurous nature, with a mischievous and clever attitude. He is extremely stealthy, having to be due to his loner-ways, and sometimes he is too stealthy and silent that he startles someone without wanting to. Due to his quiet paws, and his looks- he has also become an experienced hunter, for a male, that is, he has learned how to hunt- his belief that lioness and any other fellow females should be treated as 'princesses' being tuned into his way of learning how to hunt for himself. He'd rather feed his own lioness, then have them go out and hunt for him.
Description: Syckle- is a strange case. He has white fur, something that is unusual for any lion out in the wild to have. His mane, despite his age- his smaller than most, and it is noticeable that he isn't as bulky, or as muscular as other male lions out there. This proves as a disadvantage when it comes to wooing other lioness, who'd want a male who would be bad at protecting them? Syckle however, believes that his strange coloration is good. Due to his coloring, he has had to learn that he has to be incredibly stealthy, in order to get food. His body not being as bulky as other males, or as big- or as tall yet that has also aided him, it means that he can well, hunt- should he try hard enough. He is still more muscular, and more tougher than a female- yet isn't as strong as a normal male lion. Another strange thing about him is his face, lagoon-blue eyes are set into a snow-furred face, with pink roses as his nose and his mouth. He stands out.
History: Syckle was born into one of the many prides that consist of white-lions such as himself. Humans have been releasing many of these lions back into the wild, and he was born into a more smaller pride than usual. Like most male lions- he was chased from the pride by the lead male lion when he was deemed too old enough to be in the pride. He has wandered as a loner for a long time- occasionally meeting other lions- yet never staying with some for a long period of time.
Crush: He has no crush, but if he were to get one, he'd be a bit shy.
Mate: Syckle has no mate, yet another quality of his is that if he'd get a mate, she'd be his mate for life, he'd claim no other lioness. He believes the words 'i love you' are sacred- and he'd never say them if he didn't mean it.
Cubs: He has no cubs.
Extra: He is slightly infertile.
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What a beautiful lion he is of course accepted-feel free to post now! (I'll let you guys go first..)
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Idi
The fairly young Wild Dog lay sprawled out beneath a large acacia tree. To escape the harsh rays of the African sun, he spent most of the day in the shade of the tree, comfortably laying in the cool dirt. One of Idi's saucer shaped ears flickered occasionally in annoyance at the many gnats and flies that constantly pestered him, but other than that it was an oddly peaceful nap. The grunts and bellows of a nearby herd of wildabeast that seemed to be moving out of the area was the only thing that disturbed the youngster. Sitting up, Idi's large brown optics set on the herd of large ungulates, though it was more of a bored stare as opposed to a predatory stare. Oh well. It was time I got up anyway. Thought the Painted Dog. Heaving himself up to his paws, he gave his splotted coat a hard shake, sending a cloud of dust skyward. Taking in a long inhale, he exhaled and quickly set a course for the nearby water hole, his long scrawny legs moving at a swift trot as he entered the open savanna.
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Bastet
Bastet lay perched atop a large savanna boulder, laying so that her head was upright to watch the activity of the creatures around her. The lioness' tail flicked ever so lightly against the stone as her boredom overcame her mind. Swiping her course tongue over her nose, she shook her head quickly to ward off some annoying gnats. It was a lazy day indeed, although she didn't quite mind lazing about. Night time was usually her prime hour of activity, so she had to spend the day dozing and resting. The feline stretched her powerful jaws wide in a long yawn, flashing her deadly canines for a split moment before clamping her jaws back closed.
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There now, steady love, so few come and don't go
Will you, won't you be the one I'll always know?
When I'm losing my control, the city spins around
You're the only one who knows, you slow it down
The male had shook out his thick mane, riding himself of the annoying flies that buzzed around his face. The pests had scattered, at least for the moment, but just the simple moment of relief was enough for him. His tail twitched and swished behind him, blue orbs scanning the area as he walked the savannah- looking around at points, yet still continuing on. The smell of lions in the area had seemed to delight him, and worry him, but otherwise- he was still the calm loner he was, and made sure his posture was one of care-free ignorance. He was hungry, searching for food, and he realized he'd be close due to the smell of others in the land. Food attracted predators, did it not?
He had suddenly looked up, seeing a herd of gemsbok directly in front of him, they didn't seem to notice him just yet. The lion had flattened himself to the ground, sliding silently into the grass near a bend into the river. He watched intently as a gemsbok calmly began coming nearer to his patch of grass- not noticing the lurking danger. His paws were silent as he had inched closer, his whole body was tense, his tail tip twitching in anticipation as he and the gemsbok got even closer to each other. Just as the great beast lowered its head to grasp a mouthful of grass- claws suddenly came flying towards it, it had rose up in surprise- giving a shrill bray of terror that caused many others of its herd to become alarm, and bolt- giving calls of their own. He exploded from the grass, launching himself at the gemsbok's neck. It twisted backwards and fell with a groan of pain- his eyes wide, before they went dark- and the body went limp under his teeth and claws.
He had whispered a prayer, and a thank you to his food- before he took one glance around. A herd of wildebeest also seemed to be startled by the male, and was rushing away the same way that the gemsbok herd had ran. Curiously, he watched them- knowing their fright and their frantic calls would cause attention to the area, he didn't seem to mind this however, and lowered his head to dig into his well-earned kill, that he was proud to say he caught.
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Imara
A light shone onto the lionesses eye lids causing her eyes to shoot open, a moan escaping her maw as she lifted her head. Her eyes blinking many times as they took time to adjust to the light, her mouth widening revealing her white teeth-a yawn escaping and her jaws soon snapped shut. Chapping her lips together a few times she shuffled onto her haunches peering around. It seemed the herd had already started moving. Shaking her head the tan lioness lifted to her paws and took in a deep breath as she leapt from the large rock she had been seated on-swiftly hitting the ground. Imara peered around seeking a lake and it didn't take long to spy it, the muscular lioness hurried towards the flowing river to freshen up and get a drink.
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Nuala
Nuala let out a sigh as she trotted through the open Savanna all she could hear were the birds singing in the trees and the many moans coming from the elephants in the distance as they blew their trunks. Growling a little she soon stopped and continued on her way-hurrying through the brusg seeing a near by her of Wildebeest that seemed to have a few Zebra, Gazelle and Buffalo mixed in. Although she knew she wouldn't really stand a chance hunting with the large group she sat on a rovk awfulls close to the large herd. Peering narrow eyes at them as she seeked out any injured, young or old animals. Shooting odd glances to the more healthier members of the herd.
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((mind if I hop in?))
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Name~ Owern
Age~ 6 Y/O
Gender~ Male
Species~ African Painted Dog
Personality~ Owern is prideful of himself at times, but he is willing to step down when someone takes the leader position. He is moody at times, and due to that he has a sharp tongue and is stubborn. He isn't very fond of pups and isn't interested in love or finding a mate. Owern isn't afraid of standing up for others or for himself, and usually, he won't let the situation slip past without a fight.
History~ Owern was born and raised in a pack, but after a nasty fight within the pack, most of them separated in search of a different pack, or to tackle the challenge of being solo in the wilderness. Wanting to be all tough-guy, Owern headed off onto his own, but he struggled, being nearly killed by other creatures. He never was attractive to other females, and he wasn't surprised at their reactions when they saw him.
Crush~ N/A
Mate~ Not interested
Pups/Cubs~ N/A
Extra~ N/A
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Name~ Ersha
Age~ 8 months
Gender~ Female/Lioness
Species~ African Lion
Personality~ Ersha is thought to be playful and mischievous, a small prank forming in her mind. Although she can be silly, she is normally focused and stubborn, like her sister. Ersha is willing to socialize with you, but she can be shy with adults. She is easily offended and has a slight temper.
History~ Ersha had two other siblings, who were as mischievous as she was. When her brother dared Ersha and her sister to approach a grazing elephant, her sister was killed due to startling the elephant. Leaving her sister, who was trampled and dead, Ersha and her brother carried the news back to their mother. Two months later, her brother died from starvation, leaving Ersha with her mother. When Ersha was about eight months old, her mother eventually disappeared mysteriously, leaving Ersha alone, by herself. When the cub had strayed from their home, she had spotted another lioness, who she began to follow secretly, thinking it was her mother. (Bastet, if that is alright)
Crush~ N/A
Mate~ N/A
Pups/Cubs~ N/A
Extra~ N/A
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Of course you are accepted Oreoz! :D
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[[Of course it's alright, Oreo. X3
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Idi
The Painted Dog trotted without adjusting his pace through the tall dry grass. Wagging his tail slowly, Idi slowed a bit once the scent of the numerous other creatures who were gathered for water drifted into his nostrils. He ran his tongue over his nose and plunged through the grass until he staggered out into the open of the river bank. Also gathered here was a small herd of zebra, various gazelles, and a couple lions. Focused soley on quenching his thirst, the youngster ignored the other creatures for now and padded through the thick mud, trudging with his paws high as the mud sucked at his feet. Enormous ears swiveling cautiously, he waded into the water a bit, knowing the very real danger of crocodiles, which forced him to be anxiously alert. Dipping his head, Idi lapped up a few sips of water, his gaze wandering to the lioness nearby, though it quickly returned to the water's surface.
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Bastet
The lioness yawned once more, her mind rather set on getting a little cat nap while the sun was still providing its natural blanket of warmth. Sprawling out, she rolled onto her side with a huff after licking her whiskers. The tip of her tail flicking every now and then, it didn't take long for Bastet to slowly drift off to sleep, enjoying the warm rays of the sun on her dark sandy pelt.
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Name~ Jika
Age~ 5 1/2
Gender~ Female
Species~ African Wild Dog
Personality~ She can be sharp-tounged and rude, but at other times she can be kind and forgiving.
Description/Picture~ Jeez why do I have to say there is a picture everytime i join an RP! >:O
History~ Jika was owned by a group of adults as a hunting dog. They ignored her when one human had a baby, and she wanted attention. She finally ran away and she met a male wild dog, but a few months after they met he died after being trampled by an elephant.
Crush~ Heck no techno
Mate~ Unamed male wild dog, sadly deceased
Pups/Cubs~ None, but preggers
Extra~ Has a collar due to being a pet in the past.
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Name: Kystine Aurobori
Age: She is a pretty young wild-dog, she is two years old and a half, very close to turning three years old.
Gender: Kyst is a female.
Species: She is an African Wild Dog.
Personality: Kystine when first meeting strangers- can depend on what your figure is. To bigger animals than here- she can appear timid, and very shy. If your close to her size, she has her smile ready, and her heart splayed open to friendship. Usually, this girl is passive and quiet- with a calm and curious attitude. Unlike some, she is polite and whimsical- holding a general optimistic outlook on life, she rarely gets mad- or aggressive towards others. She is friendly. She is more reserved than most, liking to be secluded rather than be in a pack, but usually- she is a pretty kind girl. Kystine used to be in a pack, and used to be the one in the pack who'd run down the prey. She can run and run, then run some more, and she thoroughly enjoys it. This has given her a great speed, and great endurance.
The canine is quick-witted, sensible yet still stubborn towards most things, yet she is a genuinely sweet girl, and her feisty attitude only sparks up into a spit-fire when she is provoked. Kystine is even a hopeless romantic at heart, a true softy to things of that sort- even if she likes it or not. She however- almost never speaks to anyone that she has just met. The canine isn't mute, yet she doesn't wish to speak to others unless she truly trusts them. She can communicate however in body language, expression, and touch. Words are foreign to her it seems, yet once one gets close to her- she will start speaking more and more. When around someone that she finds a particular interest in, she may say a few words- but not many, yet as she grows to trust them- her true vibrant nature will show, a mischievous and flirtatious side of her that she lets those close to her see.
Description: Kystine has the beautiful coloration of any African wild dog. The only thing unique about her is that she still has the soft, lush fur of any other pup. Throughout her life it seems to have a pup like feel and sheen, never dulling or fading. Her colors staying as bright and as calm as her personality. She has the ordinary mixed colors of the African wild dog as well, splashes of black, tan, and white all over her fur. Her eyes are the fiery spark in her personality that only makes itself present when she is provoked, fiery swirls of fire becoming a deep amber that is printed on a tan-furred face. Her body is slightly less muscular than some wild dogs, but that has aided her in her ability to run, and believe me- she is one hell-of-a runner, her speed and her endurance makes up for her lack of muscle. She can still hold her own in a fight- yet she can also run a whole lot better than the average wild-dog.
History: Kystine lived in a small pack at a young age. She was a sweet, well-behaved girl as a pup, with a playful attitude that sparked up when she was around other pups. However, when she was a young juvenile, she was separated from her pack that had startled a nearby herd of buffalo- which had caused them to have to run, as the buffalo were angry. She got lost- and had traveled, making her way alone ever since. Due to such a harsh starting point in life, she has learned to become an experienced hunter, even as a loner.
Crush: She has no crush.
Mate: Kystine has no mate.
Pups: She has no pups.
Extra: Kyst can be seen as a mute at points, and rarely does she speak unless you are close to her.
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OwernThe Painted dog staggered through the tall grass, stumbling over a small rock as he shook his head. His paws were tired from scavenging all day, and the pesky flies kept on tickling his face. He brightened at the sight of the river bank - he hadn't drunk any water for a while, and he was practically parched. Trotting over to the river bank, Owern lingered at the water's edge, glancing nervously at the other animals around him. He eyed the lions suspiciously, before slowly waddling into the murky water, lifting his paws up high as mud squished under him. Bending down, he shot one more glance at the lions, before cautiously lapping at the water. When he took several sips of the water, he lifted his head to examine the animals once more. There really wasn't a huge threat among the creatures beside the lions, and he brightened again when he spotted another Painted dog nearby. Careful not to draw attention to himself, Owern nodded slightly at the other, though he wasn't sure if it noticed him or not. With that, he returned to the surface of the water, staring down at the blurry image of him.
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Ersha
A squeak escaped Ersha's jaws as the cub stumbled - pain throbbing through her paw. Balancing herself, she raised her injured paw and inspected it, giving it a couple of fierce licks before continuing forward. Where did she go...? Ersha wondered, hopping up a few times in attempt to peer over the tall grass. A striped blur caught her attention as she continued to leap, and she wondered if this was the lioness. Shrugging, Ersha excited pressed forward, blinking as a few flies nipped at her. The cub did her best to swat them away by shaking her head, but they kept on darting back - resting and tickling her fur. At last, when she finally noticed the long, slender leg, she peered over the grass to get a better view of the lioness. Shock shot through her when she realized she was staring at a striped, hideous creature! A startled squeak escaped her jaws as she leaped back in shock, wondering what had happened to the lioness. Had she been turned into this creature?
Shaking her head, Ersha summoned her strength and cautiously approached the creature, examining it as she leaned out of the grass. Her tongue stuck out as she brushed it against the striped leg. All at once, the creature suddenly jerked back, and let out a strangled cry, before galloping off. Stunned, Ersha wondered if she had really frightened the lioness. "I'm sorry!" she hollered after the lioness. "Come back, please!" But in despite of her calling, the creature had already sprinted off, away from the cub.
Confused, Ersha plopped onto her haunches, feeling alone as she stared off into the direction of the creature. Shrugging once more, she picked up herself and trotted back into the tall grass, feeling twice a guilty for scaring off her mother. Trudging along, a familiar scent whisked up her nostrils; she excitedly whipped around and began to trot after the scent. Another excited squeak came from the cub as she recognized the lioness - the one who she had been following around for a while. Ersha had finally found the lioness - perhaps even her mother. The creature early must have been a fraud. She decided, staring at the lioness.
Unwilling to loose her mother, Ersha immediately crawled over to her - pressing against the lioness' warm back as she snuggled against it. Nothing felt better than to be warmed by her mother, under the sun.
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[[Omg. Ersha. I can't handle the cuteness. -facekeyboard- <3
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Idi
In the middle of his mindless lapping, a spotted figure appeared in Idi's peripheral vision, easily recognizable as a fellow Painted Dog. Raising his head, he gazed over at the stranger, licking a few stray droplets of water from his broad muzzle, his ears swiveled forward with interested. "Hiya!" He yipped, head cocked to the side with a friendly grin plastered to his face.
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Bastet
The lioness slept peacefully on her side, enjoying the warm sunlight on her hide. Suddenly, there was a nudge on her back, making her spring up to her haunches, claws instinctively unsheathing and clinging roughly to the rock she was laying on. Spinning her head around in surprise, her defensive expression faded into one of a caring confusion as her goldenrod eyes rested upon the small cub that had curled up beside her. "Oh- Uh- hello little one." She purred, tilting her head slightly at the young feline. "What are you doing out here alone?" Bastet was quick to question.
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Imara
The lioness soon arrived at the river bank and it seemed many animals had already gathered around-seeing a near by pride Imara let out a snarl as she passed them. Coming to a park of the bank that hadn't been taken she crouched down-crocs seemed to be hovering not to far away from where the animals were drinking, ignoring the Crocs she dipped her head down and began lapping up the water, lifting her head to see a Painted dog taking a place beside her, narrowing her brow at the canine she then turned and ignored it. But they were soon joined by another not to far off. Shrugging Imara craned down her neck and began lapping up the water once more-lifting her head as there seemed strange movement in the water, lifting her head she watched. A Crocs head seeming to burst out scaring off many of the prey type animals-growling she batted a paw at the beast causing it to retreat back into the water which was followed by one of their usual groans. With a shake of her head Imara lapped up a few more mouthfuls of water then dipped in her legs-soon splashing herself a little. The tan lioness remained at the river for a while.
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Nuala
Her brown eyes locked onto the herd as they began to move out, all the younger ones seeming to be kept closer to the middle or near their mothers. The canines stomach began to growl as the prey passed by-running her tongue along her lips she lifted from her haunches and lept off the rock-swiftly landing on the grassy ground. Nuala remained hidden in the long grass thanks to her coat, trotting forward in the grass she wasn't to far off the large herd of animals. Deciding now wasn't the right time to attack-as she hadn't found a target-she decided she would follow the herd for a short distance. Nuala was use to travelling for miles so this wouldn't be a problem for her-dodging past a tree she continued to follow the mixed herd, her tongue lolled out her maw as her tail slowly swayed left to right.
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Jika looked, waiting for her pups. The fae watched and thought "Ill never forget him, he was great." and panted. For now on she had to scavenge.
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OwernThe Painted dog let out a snarl as a croc bursted out of the water - causing several animals to scatter. A nearby lioness growled as it batted the beast away with its paws, watching as the croc retreated. Throwing a brief glance at the lioness, his ears perked when he heard a loud greeting coming from across the water. Squinting, he found himself staring at the Painted dog whom he had nodded at. "Shh!" Owern hissed, shooting a nervous glance at the lions. He wasn't sure if his species would even hear him, but he gave several mysterious nods at the other dog, before slowly edging his way over. Once he had slipped beside the Painted dog, Owern nudged him cautiously. "You've gotta shut that tramp," he advised, gesturing towards the other animals. "They'll hear you. Especially the lions."
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Ersha
When Ersha had nearly drifted off to sleep, her mother's back suddenly disappeared as the cub thumped against the dry ground. "Owww!" she hollered, angry at her mother for leaving her. "That hurt!" Though it was only a slight bump, Ersha liked to make a big deal out of the littlest things. When she remembered what had happened, the cub spun around, stiffening when she realized that the lioness' massive claws were unsheathed with a defensive look plastered onto her face. Abruptly, the look disappeared, and was replaced by a confused, but caring look. At the lioness' question, Ersha scowled deeply. "Mom, don't you know how long I have been searching for you? You should be happy to see me!" the cub squeaked, staring inquisitively at her mother. For some reason, Ersha did not feel the strong connection she had felt with her mother right now, and a wave of wariness splashed over her.
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The African wild dog had slowly made her way across the Savannah. Her spotted figure could be seen slinking through the grass as she walked along, her tail swishing slowly behind her to a tune inside of her head. Kystine had just woken up from a quick-nap, and was about to go get a drink before she decided if she wanted to hunt or scavenge. The canine never liked scavenging, but getting prey by yourself was hard at points- and she was already hungry, having not found or caught anything in two days. She had trotted close to the river bank, stopping when she saw familiar fur. She didn't know many animals out in the Savanna- but she knew this fur anywhere. The African wild dog had trotted over with a friendly smile- as dogs grin, and stopped in front of the white lion- who seemed to be eating.
"Nice seeing you again." She had spoken, her weak voice barely startled him, and he had looked up at her with surprise.
"Oh, Kystine! Hello!" The male lion had piped up, standing and giving her a friendly nuzzle against her cheek- which she had returned with a lick of her own. She had looked around past him, gazing at the others in the area. "It seems you've made the only kill around." She had mused lightly, and he looked around quickly as well, turning back to her. "I was just finishing. If you'd like, you can have the rest. You seem awfully skinny." He had said- worry and concern slipping into his voice and his eyes. Kystine looked up at him gratefully- moving closer and once more licking down the fur on his head.
"Your a true friend." The African wild dog had bended over to eat- carefully so, and the two had stayed like that- catching up and talking for a moment or so. After eating- and stripping the carcass, the duo made its way to the riverbank. She had lowered her maw to the water to take a drink, as did he- she watched around cautiously. From this view- she could see two of her own species, the sight of seeing ones of her own kind made her happy, but she didn't know how to approach. Some African wild dogs were aggressive, unlike her- who was passive, she was hardly threatening- with weak vocal chords and all.
Syckle had seemed to notice her staring, and chuckled. "You aren't shy." The African wild dog looked at him and gave a small frown- her tail swishing slowly behind her. "I can count on my paws the number of times I had ever muttered a complete sentence." He looked at her in surprise, before sighing. His gaze made its way to a nearby lioness, and he had seemed to contemplate going over and introducing himself, but his usual shyness had stopped him, and he looked away quickly. He watched a nearby pride- and had frowned lightly- the male lion had looked at him warily, and the white lion had eased over, away from the pride so that they wouldn't be so cautious of him.
Kystine looked at the pride- her paws in the muddy water suddenly shooting out and landing on the dirt as a Croc had suddenly lunged at her. Syckle took the defensive, and swatted at him, a roar escaping from his jaws- as he growled. The Crocodile had opened it mouth in a growl, yet slipped back into the water. Kystine looked at him. "Thanks." He had only chuckled. The African wild dog had turned her gaze upon the lioness that Syckle had been looking at- and then looked at him with a mischievous grin.
The African wild dog had suddenly pushed- her surprising strength taking the male lion off guard- and causing him to move awkwardly backwards- his body hitting the other lioness gently. He had turned around in surprise, his ears pinning back in a surprising look of submission- his tail hanging low, as did his head. "Erm- I'm sorry."
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The African wild dog had slowly made her way across the Savannah. Her spotted figure could be seen slinking through the grass as she walked along, her tail swishing slowly behind her to a tune inside of her head. Kystine had just woken up from a quick-nap, and was about to go get a drink before she decided if she wanted to hunt or scavenge. The canine never liked scavenging, but getting prey by yourself was hard at points- and she was already hungry, having not found or caught anything in two days. She had trotted close to the river bank, stopping when she saw familiar fur. She didn't know many animals out in the Savanna- but she knew this fur anywhere. The African wild dog had trotted over with a friendly smile- as dogs grin, and stopped in front of the white lion- who seemed to be eating.
"Nice seeing you again." She had spoken, her weak voice barely startled him, and he had looked up at her with surprise.
"Oh, Kystine! Hello!" The male lion had piped up, standing and giving her a friendly nuzzle against her cheek- which she had returned with a lick of her own. She had looked around past him, gazing at the others in the area. "It seems you've made the only kill around." She had mused lightly, and he looked around quickly as well, turning back to her. "I was just finishing. If you'd like, you can have the rest. You seem awfully skinny." He had said- worry and concern slipping into his voice and his eyes. Kystine looked up at him gratefully- moving closer and once more licking down the fur on his head.
"Your a true friend." The African wild dog had bended over to eat- carefully so, and the two had stayed like that- catching up and talking for a moment or so. After eating- and stripping the carcass, the duo made its way to the riverbank. She had lowered her maw to the water to take a drink, as did he- she watched around cautiously. From this view- she could see two of her own species, the sight of seeing ones of her own kind made her happy, but she didn't know how to approach. Some African wild dogs were aggressive, unlike her- who was passive, she was hardly threatening- with weak vocal chords and all.
Syckle had seemed to notice her staring, and chuckled. "You aren't shy." The African wild dog looked at him and gave a small frown- her tail swishing slowly behind her. "I can count on my paws the number of times I had ever muttered a complete sentence." He looked at her in surprise, before sighing. His gaze made its way to a nearby lioness, and he had seemed to contemplate going over and introducing himself, but his usual shyness had stopped him, and he looked away quickly. He watched a nearby pride- and had frowned lightly- the male lion had looked at him warily, and the white lion had eased over, away from the pride so that they wouldn't be so cautious of him.
Kystine looked at the pride- her paws in the muddy water suddenly shooting out and landing on the dirt as a Croc had suddenly lunged at her. Syckle took the defensive, and swatted at him, a roar escaping from his jaws- as he growled. The Crocodile had opened it mouth in a growl, yet slipped back into the water. Kystine looked at him. "Thanks." He had only chuckled. The African wild dog had turned her gaze upon the lioness that Syckle had been looking at- and then looked at him with a mischievous grin.
The African wild dog had suddenly pushed- her surprising strength taking the male lion off guard- and causing him to move awkwardly backwards- his body hitting the other lioness gently. He had turned around in surprise, his ears pinning back in a surprising look of submission- his tail hanging low, as did his head. "Erm- I'm sorry."
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Name: Yimataka (Hi-ma-trush-ca)
Age: 6 Y/O
Genger: Female/Lioness
Spiece: African Lion
Personality: Yimataka, might look angry, un-friendly and too much protective, but when you get to know her she is puite the nice type.
Description: Yimataka, is yellowish/brownish lioness, with darkish yellow eyes, who reflect dark brown at night.
History: Yimataka, was born as a loner. Her mother used to tell her stories of how she used to rule a pride, but truelly her mother's mother did. Yimataka, was a sweet nice little cub, untill Yimataka's mother died while hunting a baffulo.
When she was 4 and a half Y/O, she fell in love with a male lion, whos name was Eldarado. After she became 5 Y/O, they finally mated, untill Eldarado was shoot by a hunter.
Crush: Eldarado. (Dead)
Mate: Eldarado. (Dead)
Pups/Cubs: Expecting.
Extra: N/A
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Imara
The sound of muttering voices and the padding of paws caused her head to turn-seeing an African Wild Dog approaching with a white Lion. Shurgging she turned her head and dipped it back towards the water lapping up a few more mouthfuls-many conversations from the others filling her ears but she decided to ignore them. A croc suddenly jumped out the water not to far away from her lifting her head she watched as the male batted it away from the canine-something she also had to take care of earlier-it seemed to crocs were being pests more than other times. Feeling eyes watching her she turned to the left-some of the pride lionesses seemed to be staring at her-growling she lifted to her paws and began sharply flicking her tail in an aggressive way.
Imaras attention was soon turned off the near by pride as something lightly bumped into her side-the tan lioness raised her brown and turned to see the white Lion lying near her-and the painted Dog standing not to far away with a grin on its face. Her attention soon focused back onto the Lion as he apologised to her. A chuckled escaped Imaras mouth as she lowered to her haunches and let out a sigh. "Oh its fine, don't worry about it!" She smiled-it was unusual to see Imara acting so kind towards other Lions-or any animal in the matter. But she guessed he was in kind of the same situation as her-alone without a pride-but unlike him she had no one. A smile still plastered on her face as she looked down at the muscular male.
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Nuala
The painted canine continued trotting after the quick moving herd-her head bobbing up and down with each stride she took. Her pace soon slowed down as it seemed to herd had stopped near a large grazing ground that also wasn't to far from the river. Huffing many pants escaped the canines maw, leaving the herd be for now she turned and trotted down towards the large river. Many animals seeming to have gathered-three other of her species, two lone Lions, a Lion pride, a small Wildebeest herd and few Crocs. Shrugging she crawled towards an empty space and looked into the mirky water-running her tongue along her lips Nuala dipped her head and began lapping up the liquid.
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Idi
"Wh-" Idi stared blankly at his fellow Wild Dog as he hushed him, a look of confusion flushing over his face. "Well so? What's so bad about them hearing us?" He responded, tipping his head to the side. "I don't see what the big deal is." He admitted with a careless shrug, tuning out all other activity around him to focus on the other canine, flopping casually down to his haunches to lightly scratch an itch on his neck.
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Bastet
The lioness blinked at the obviously confused cub. "Oh, honey, I'm not-" Bastet began to say, but when she saw the bewildered expression on the youngling's face, she cut herself off. While the cub brought back immediate memories and even a faint hope that it was indeed one of her own cubs, reality quickly checked in at the remembrance of their clear death, and that this cub was an unrecognized stranger to her. Though, she couldn't bare to let such a youngster alone, not anymore anyway, so, she decided she would go along with the cub's thoughts at her being her mother. Bastet's light frown was quickly replaced by a warm smile and she laid back down. "I'm sorry, you just startled me is all. How long have you been following me, sweetheart?" She questioned quietly, waiting for the right time to clarify to the cub that she was not her biological mother.
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Owern"They-don-it-ju-uh," Owern stammered, staring at the other Painted dog. He really had no idea why he even shushed him - an uncomfortable look appeared onto his face. "Uh, I guess I just over-reacted," he offered, watching as the youngster scratched his neck. The old Painted dog nervously rested his haunches down, throwing one last suspicious glance at the animals - especially the lions, before returning his attention back onto the male canine. "Um, so," Owern began, clearing his throat awkwardly. "What's your name, youngster?"
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Ersha
Ersha's face transformed from a scowl to a delighted look when her mother seemed to finally recognized her. "You must have amnesia or something," the cub remarked, despite the fact that her words might be offensive. "You left me without telling me, and that's what bad moms do." Ersha continued, making eye-contact with her mother. "Anyway, l don't really remember how long, but it's about time I've found you." The cub answered, staring up at the lioness. "But besides that, did you catch something to eat? I'm starving."
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Idi
Idi let his tongue hang out of his mouth in satisfaction as he continued scratching his neck. At the words of the older canine, his rounded ears swiveled forward and he straightened up, pulling his tongue back into his maw and returning his hind leg to its regular position. "Oh," he cleared his throat, "I'm Idi!" The Wild Dog yipped with a cheesy grin, his tail sweeping to and fro in the mud behind him as he puffed out his chest. "What's your name!?" He quickly added, tilting his head to an odd angle as he stared happily at the stranger, still completely ignoring all the surrounding activity of the various creatures.
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Bastet
"Heh heh, yeah, amnesia. Took a hoof to the head during a hunt I suppose." Bastet chuckled awkwardly, rather saddened by the fact that she'd have to explain everything to the innocent youngster sooner or later. Her ears flicked forward at the mention of food. "Oh, yes, of course. No I'm afraid I haven't gotten anything yet, but I can if you like." She flashed a friendly smile to the cub, sitting up a bit.
[[Has Ersha already been previously named? Like, does she know she has a name yet? Or should Bastet give her the name Ersha.
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((Ersha knows her name but she doesn't known her mother's name, nor does Bastet - if that is what you mean))
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OwernAn awkward chuckle escaped the old Painted dog's jaws as he glanced around. A few animals had already threw glances at them, and Owern gestured to Idi, rolling his eyes in attempt to agree with how loud and obnoxious Idi was. When the creatures returned their attention away from them, Owern glanced back at Idi, before politely replying, "Owern." With another mysterious nod, the Painted dog rose from his paws and began to closely inspect the other - like he had always done in the past, whether the stranger was friendly or not. Owern liked to be safe, as well as examine where the stranger had last been, or what it last ate. With that, he returned back to his position, before questioning, "Are you always this loud?"
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Ersha
The cub perked up at her mother's offer. "Oh, yes please! Let me watch you, for once, please. I'm older now - I promise I won't get in the way." Ersha pleaded, referring to when she had always scared of the prey - even before her mother had the chance to locate the prey. With amber eyes, Ersha did her best to look innocent, though it had never fooled her mother before.
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The male lion looked at the lioness- his smile appearing when she saw that she had not only chuckled- but didn't seem bothered that he had just bumped into her. He had given a sigh, a sheepish smile coming onto his face as he gazed at her, blue eyes that last were full of submission were now easing into a more gentler, friendlier look. The lion had looked around awkwardly, his ears turned towards her in-case she had said something, before he looked at her again, noticing she had moved into a sit. He had moved in to a sit as well, chuckling lightly as did she. "Other than that awkward introduction, I'm Syckle." He had said shyly, his ears pinning back. He would be much friendlier should he find that she wasn't a threat. For now- he was going to be cautious, timid even- and stay submissive for he didn't want to start anything.
The African wild dog had watched the two for a while, before turning her head upon hearing the noise of someone loudly talking. Her eyes landed on the two African wild dogs- and her hearing zoned in to what the other had just spoken loudly. The words seemed friendly. Her gaze went to the other male, who seemed a lot older than the other, she had watched in interest- gaining knowledge, before looking away. She had walked away from the lions, walking along the river bank slowly- away from her friend, before sitting at the waters edge, grunting before moving into a slightly more comfortable position. She was full, and her thirst was filled- she was pretty content. However- the peace was quickly shattered by the sound of a roar that startled her, she had twisted her body, baring her teeth at a lioness who had suddenly lunged at her. She had barely twisted out of the way just as claws came swinging her way. The canine had rolled- backing away at the advancing feline.
The lioness had just barely slammed her massive paw, claws and all into her hip as she took a running leap into the water- splashing- dragging the lion slightly with her before the lioness grip had failed, and she was free to swim across. The African wild dog had made her way over, looking back warily to see the lioness watching her, but making no advance to cross. But- there was the danger in the waters, she could see it lurking- before she watched it slip into the water. The canine had moved as fast as she could- literally hopping through the water as she struggled to the edge. Her paws hit the ground, and she had lunged forward- turning around just to see powerful jaws snap shot- and a Crocodile slip into the water. The canine had panted, her eyes wide- backing away from the edge, before she glanced at her hip- slightly torn due to the lioness who had grabbed her just as she touched the water. She had moved into a sit- calming herself, and bending to lap at the mark on her leg.
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Idi
Idi raised a questioning eyebrow at the other Painted Dog. "Loud? Am I being loud? Heh, oops. I haven't noticed. Why do you ask, though? Is it bad to be loud?" He babbled, raising his voice a little, though unintentionally. Catching himself growing louder, he flattened his ears and ducked his head a bit. "Oh- sorry." He whispered, flashing a sheepish grin, tail wagging awkwardly.
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Bastet
As Bastet stretched to prepare herself for the hunt, she glanced down at the cub, listening to her begging question. "Oh- sure! No problem, hon." She chuckled a bit, ruffling the top of the cub's head with her forepaw before gracefully leaping off the small boulder. Pausing, she gazed back, waiting for Ersha to catch up. "You're going to need to remind me of a few things. Amnesia, you know." She said steadily with a half smile, playing along with the cub's thought of her having memory loss. This cub really thinks I'm her mother. Bastet thought, I can't just tell her I'm not if she so whole-heatedly believes it like she does. It'd break her heart. I guess I'll just play off of this amnesia idea. Things'll work out, no doubt. Besides, I kinda like the idea of having a cub again.
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Name~ People prefer to call him "Gage" but his true name is Tridofo. He prefers to be called "Gage" because
he used to be picked on for having the name Tridofo. He will always go for the name "Gage" when someone asks for his name.
Age~ He is 4 years old. He likes to think he is cub again and is never intimidated by other brutes or femoras'.
Gender~ He is a brute, and is never scared of other brutes.
Species~ He is a white and pale lion.
Personality~ Is never phased by other lions. He always shows dominance and never gives in within a battle, he knows that " When you enter a battle there is no turning back ." He does not like to lie but will when needed. His personality is scarce when he says run you should say how fast? He does not like people who disobey his commands and sadly will get so frustrated that he will sometimes attack him.
Description/Picture~ I posted a picture above!~
History~ As a cub his life was shitty he was regularly in a war with another lion pride. It turned into a misunderstanding into death wishes for every single canid, and feline taking a step within the terriformast. The fight soon began worse then before, blood and origins flew around the atmosphere blood dripping on his nose until the leader had enough, the large mighty lion he looked up to roared telling all the females to run with the cubs, no sooner then he did that his neck was snapped in half, he couldn't bear looking he his into his mother's fur as she fled the terrain. They never looked back since then.
Crush~ He will have no crush for now. ;3
Mate~ ^ Sorry ladies. ;3
Pups/Cubs~ No.
Extra~ Can you create your on pride?
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Yimataka, steped true the hot savannah ground, as her pelt shined slightly slimy.
She needed food very badly, why? Becouse she was soon to be a mother.
Slinking true the muddy ground, she scenced a carcass near by.
Following the scent, she soon saw a zebra carcass. Looking around, she didin't seen anyone around, as she padded closer, leaning down to eat, the lionesse's underbelly brushed true the muddy ground, as she finally began eating.
(notthebestbutmeh...)
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((All accepted and sure, you may create your own pride-it will be listed in the main part to this thread-i will allow 2 Packs and 2 Pride at the most!))
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Imara
The golden lioness allowed her tail to flick-swatting at many flies that made attempts to land on her. The felines attention soon turned towards the pride the same lioness as earlier seemed to be staring at her-a snarl erupted from her mouth as she narrowed her brows letting out yet another snarl. But the lionesses attention was soon dragged off the mamal as the brute spoke-she now knew this lion as 'Syckle'. Shooting a smile in the burtes direction a chuckle escaped her maw-taking one last glance at the lioness she decided to ignore her-besides it would be her against the pride. Imara glanced left and peered at the brute "I'm Imara, nice to meet you!" She nodded at the larger lion-her tail continued to flick as she turned looking at the many animals that surrounded the river, taking her attention back on to Syckle.
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Nuala
The painted dog continued to lap down moutfuls of water-she would lift her head and shoot small glances behind her making sure the herd hadn't moved to far. A sudden cloud of dust caused the canine to turn her head-seeing a lioness attacking her species. But before anything could be done about it the other canine was off through the water. Nuala shot a glance at the lioness as it soon trudged off-crawling behind her as it passed. She hated many felines as they always seemed to attack for no apparent reason. Nuala allowed a snarl to erupt from her throat as she carefully watched the beast. Once she passed the canine allowed herself to go back to drinking.
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The male lion watched the female, looking her over gently. She was pretty, wasn't she? The male had glanced around, looking behind him to see his friend going off the other way, he didn't notice the lurking danger however, and had turned back to the amber-eyed female, digging his paws gently into the soil, and allowing a sigh- yet he had suddenly looked up upon hearing her snarl. The lion had turned, his blue-eyed gaze landed on a lioness who was watching from afar. He had offered a friendly smile, before watching her turn her gaze to something else. The sound of a chuckle made him turn around, and he once more grinned at the lioness. He listened to her speak, and nodded happily. "Its nice to meet you too.
Its a wonderful thing to meet a friendly creature out here. Most ones I have met would have torn my ear off if I bumped into them." He had spoken, musing to himself and allowing a chuckle to slip past his lips. "Its a beautiful day, isn't it?" He had said, looking at the sky and admiring the clouds, before glancing back down at the lioness- might as well make a friend, she seemed nice enough, anyway. With a friendly flick of his tail- he had looked into the eyes of the other, his gaze warm and friendly, his intentions on being nice clear. The canine on the other-hand had lapped at her wounds for a few minutes, before her ear perked once more upon hearing the sound of yelling again. It had seemed to be the same canines from before, she had watched from afar curiously- yet made no move to go over there.
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Imara
Imara looked at Syckle at smiled as he spoke-nodding her head at the brute. But her attention was soon dragged away as she heard loud shouts-looking across the river she noticed two Painted Dogs-rolling her eyes a little she turned back to Syckle. As he spoke she looked up at the sky-a smile slowly crept across the lionesses face-slowly she drew her head down and looked back at the male-her gaze meeting directly with him. Imara nodded in agreement to his question about the sky-her tail gently tapped against the sand in a quiet rhythm. "The sky sure is.." She replied looking up once more-but seen retrieving her gaze to the males-the smile still remained plastered across her face.
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((Uh for some reason I can't see page 4...could I have a re-cap of it? sorry))
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((I think all that's happened is Nuala has now joined the others at the river, Imara met Syckle the two canines are still talking and I can't really remember much else, I think others are just wondering around))
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((Thank you c: did anyone ask my characters anything? =o apologize for the questions))
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Idi raised a questioning eyebrow at the other Painted Dog. "Loud? Am I being loud? Heh, oops. I haven't noticed. Why do you ask, though? Is it bad to be loud?" He babbled, raising his voice a little, though unintentionally. Catching himself growing louder, he flattened his ears and ducked his head a bit. "Oh- sorry." He whispered, flashing a sheepish grin, tail wagging awkwardly.
That was Idi's post- Imara rolled her eyes at them. Kystine was scratched brutally by a lioness on her hip just as she escaped by jumping into the water. The wounds were deep enough to bleed. Her blood attracted a nearby crocodile- and she barely managed to escape its jaws. She ended up on the side Idi and your African wild dog were on- panting and slightly hurt.))
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((Alright, thanks))
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A mutter escaped Owern's jaws as he shook his head at the youngster. He probably won't grow up at all, he muttered to himself, glancing back at Idi. "Why do you ask that question?" Owern shot back, before hurrying on, "Well, if you say you are suppose to be telling something...secretive, then yes, it's bad to be loud. But that's not the point. Point is, you're too loud. You're disturbing nature with your loudness." Owern announced, ignoring the words he used. As he opened his jaws to continue, the sound of water sloshing nearby and the scent of blood all distracted him from his speech. As he turned his head, his neck fur bristled - expecting a lion or a crocodile to appear in any minute. Instead, an African Wild dog emerged - its fur mattered and blood soaked in its fur. "What the - " Owern started to say, but immediately rose and hurried over. "What the h. happened here?" he questioned as he began to sniff the wounds.
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Idi
Idi stared blankly at the older canine. "But- we weren't saying anything secretive" He murmured in honest confusion, tilting his head to the other side. As the other Dog known as Owern continued, Idi shrunk back a bit, rather feeling as if he were being scolded. "Well sorry..." He muttered with a quiet huff, his gaze wandering downward and ears drawing back on his head. Suddenly, loud splashing immediately caught his attention, making him shoot his head upwards and ears crane forward quickly. "Woah!" He exclaimed, leaping to his feet upon seeing the badly injured Wild Dog trudging onto shore. Tongue lolling, he hurried after Owern, skidding to a stop in the mud beside the stranger. "Yeah! What happened?" The yearling repeated Owern, panting as he gazed over the stranger/
[[Merp, here's what I had posted for Bastet on page 4. c:
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Bastet
As Bastet stretched to prepare herself for the hunt, she glanced down at the cub, listening to her begging question. "Oh- sure! No problem, hon." She chuckled a bit, ruffling the top of the cub's head with her forepaw before gracefully leaping off the small boulder. Pausing, she gazed back, waiting for Ersha to catch up. "You're going to need to remind me of a few things. Amnesia, you know." She said steadily with a half smile, playing along with the cub's thought of her having memory loss. This cub really thinks I'm her mother. Bastet thought, I can't just tell her I'm not if she so whole-heatedly believes it like she does. It'd break her heart. I guess I'll just play off of this amnesia idea. Things'll work out, no doubt. Besides, I kinda like the idea of having a cub again.
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Syckle listened to her speak, talking about how the sky sure was beautiful. He loved nature, usually found admiring it from afar. He had taken a small breath, his blue eyes slowly closing as a peaceful smile decorated and lighted up his white-furred face, before he reopened them, lagoon-blue orbs turning to glance around for a moment before once more locking eyes with the lioness. So, she was friendly. The feline had his body relax- his tense muscles visibly flattening as he tried to figure out what to say next. He usually wasn't this awkward. He had tried starting a conversation with the sky, but that would've been boring, wouldn't it? With a final sheepish, shy grin- he looked away, before a thought flickered past his mind and he made no attempt to stop it form blurting from his mouth. "What brings you to this side of the Savanna? I haven't seem you around. I know many animals around here." He had said simply, tail flicking slowly behind him.
The African wild dog had looked in surprise as the two males talking from before turned to her- and ran over. The worried look in their faces made her calm momentarily- yet she still kept up her cautious act, her fur bristling, yet she otherwise made no movement to show aggression. Awkwardly, she had opened her mouth, she wanted to talk more, despite being usually mute- but her voice came out raspy and silent, and she once more closed it- sighing, before she did her usual expressions. She gestured over towards the lioness- then towards her claws, that were still out- digging into the soil, who was also watching the three from afar, blood staining her claws and a bit of her paws due to sinking them into the hip of the canine. She had seemed to watch for a few minutes, dangerously- as if she was stalking prey. The canine then gestured to the waters, a Crocodile observing the injured canine from afar- the smell of her blood seeming to tempt them, and coax them from their usual silent world of the water. She then turned to the two who had ran over, hoping they understood her.
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Anyone wanna RP as my cubs? I need 3 or atleast 2 cubs....))
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Yimataka, finally finneshed eating the zebra, as she stood up, her mought driping from water. She looked around as she saw a alittle river, padding closer, she dripted down as she opened her mought, slightly driking the cool water.
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Driping from blood.*
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I can role-play as a cub. <3))
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OOC: Okay cool, but reamember there unborn. And if you like you can start role playing as theme now. :)
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ErshaAt her mother's words, Ersha abruptly perked up, staring wide-eye at the lioness. "Oh! Um..." She didn't really know
how to hunt - she only knew so little from early experience with her mother.
Ugh. What a worse possible time to get amnesia, Mom. Ersha muttered to herself, pondering for a moment. An idea sparked through her mind; she gestured towards a lone patch of grass a few feet away. "Mom, you see the grass there? I'm going to demonstrate to you how to hunt." Ersha announced, crouching down. Her position wasn't the correct way to hunt, but the cub thought it was the right one, and she went with it. Fixing her gaze onto the grass, she slowly crept forward, placing one paw in front of the other. She didn't realize her fur was brushing against the tall grass near her - and in that case, if it were a real piece of prey - it would have been long gone by then. However Ersha continued forward, stopping a few good inches away, watching the grass tremble under the light breeze. Her tail twitched as she narrowed her eyes - pretending that this was an actual hunt, and imagining the grass as a large zebra. Without hesitating, Ersha launched herself from her spot towards the patch of grass, expecting her paws to clamp around it. Instead, she launched herself
too far; sending herself over the target and awkwardly landing into the dusty ground. Embarrassed, Ersha scrambled onto her paws, staring down at her paws as she shuffled them slightly. With a quick glance at her mother, she averted her gaze, feeling her pelt grow hot as she glared at the patch of grass, which seemed to mock her under the wind.
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Owern
The Painted dog tipped his head to one side, a little puzzled at the Wild dog's gestures. Can't this young 'un speak? Owern wondered, awkwardly glancing at Idi. Turning his attention back onto the injured canine, he noticed a lioness watching them with amber-glinting eyes, waiting as if she were to launch herself over the river and onto their land. Bristling slightly, he also noticed a few crocodiles peering out of the water - watching the female dog with hunger written in their eyes. With a slow understanding, Owern finally knew what the injured female meant. He glanced briefly at Idi, waiting for a moment if he needed to explain anything.
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Can Jika have her pups? Stupid school kept me from posting but yay!!!!! NO SCHOOL FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK!!!!!!!!))
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[[Lol, starting tomorrow morning, I don't have school until January 6th. >;3
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Idi
A vacant stare plastered on the young Painted Dog's face as he attempted to understand the rapid gestures of the female. "....What?" Idi finally blurted, one eyebrow lowered in utter confusion. "Why aren't you talking?" He added, his voice unintentionally loud once again.
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Bastet
Bastet blinked at the cub, but soon let out am amused chuckle, sitting back onto her haunches to watch as the youngster showed her how to hunt. Head tilted slightly to the side, the lioness laughed a bit as the cub overshot her pounce and landed clumsily in the dirt. "You are quite the hunter. I think I remember correctly now." She remarked with a chuckle, rising back to her paws. "Now watch how it's really done, sweetheart." The feline murmured softly, giving the cub a brief nudge with her muzzle before striding into the tall grass that engulfed her, her golden fur providing excellent camouflage.
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Ersha
Ersha bent down and bit her paw lightly, as a habit not to spill out offensive words. However, unable to restrain herself, the cub blurted out, "You mean you're saying my hunting is bad?" She stared wide-eye at her mother, feeling hurt at the stinging words. Ersha sometimes did take things to the extreme, however, now she thought that this was a serious matter, and by that, she was offend.
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((Sorry I haven't been posting guys I've been really ill for the past few days, but I shouldn't be a little more active now also Mayah sure Jika can have her pups))
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Imara
Imara galnced at the sky once again, her attention soon turning to the Painted Dogs on the other side of the river. Turning her head she glanced at the white brute a small smile on her face-the lionesses gaze shifted to the near by pride a growl escaping her maw at the same lioness as earlier who still seemed to be watching. Turning her head back around the tan lion gently lowered herself to the ground-her paws almost touching the water. Imaras tail continued to flick back and forth as a calming purr rumbled through her throat-a relaxed look appearing on her face. Hearing the question from Syckle she turned her head-her gaze meeting his again. "Well I usually spend my time not to far away from here, you probably won't see me much us I'm usually travelling around-dont really stay in one place for long-unless I like it that is.." She replied a smile still on her face as she looked up at the male.
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Name~ Myria
Age~ 3 Y/O
Gender~ Female
Species~ African Painted Dog
Personality~ Sharp-tongued and strong-willed, Myria believes her word more than others but will gladly succumb to another's order without protest.
Description/Picture~ Picture.
History~ She was seperated from her pack at a young age- so she basically roams around different territories without disturbing other packs.
Crush~ None.
Mate~ None.
Pups/Cubs~ None.
Extra~ Nothing.
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((Myria is ofcoure accepted!))
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Yimataka, felt as the cub moved inside her tummy. Standing up the lioness liced her maw, as it was dripping from water.
Seeing as there was seen a sunset. Turning to walk away, the lioness saw other lion, as she stood still, not making a sound or a move. But it was good that the lion was 4 lenths away.
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Here's Jika's pups. I had to go to bed yesterday. And I have no school for the rest of the week.))
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Name~ Kobe
Age~ Puppy
Gender~ Male
Species~ African Wild Dog (pup)
Personality~ Find out in RP
Description/Picture~ There's a picture.
History~ He has no history yet
Crush~ Too young
Mate~ Too young
Pups/Cubs~ Too young
Extra~ No, cant find anything else to describe him.
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Name~ Indi
Age~ Puppy
Gender~ Female
Species~ African Wild Dog (pup)
Personality~ Find out in RP
Description/Picture~ You see the picture?
History~ She has no history yet
Crush~ Too young
Mate~ Too young
Pups/Cubs~ Too young
Extra~ No, cant find anything else to describe her.
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Name~ Silver
Age~ Puppy
Gender~ Male
Species~ African Wild Dog (pup)
Personality~ Find out in RP
Description/Picture~ Look at the picture.
History~ He has no history yet
Crush~ Too young
Mate~ Too young
Pups/Cubs~ Too young
Extra~ No, cant find anything else to describe him.
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((Beautiful pups! Of course you may rp them!))
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Jika watched as the three pups suckled her. She licked them as they were pretty. She let the pups nurse as she looked for danger.
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OOC: Bump?
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I dont think its smart to bump old threads.))
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OOC: I know but,s not that old and I was just making sure that no one was RPING on it .-.
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We havent touched it since yesterday.))
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OOC: So, people may still be RPING in it they are probaly just not online or something .-.
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((Alphas right this rp will still be getting used, I'm just waiting for others to post before I post for Imara. But I will post for Nuala..))
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Nuala
After taking in a few more mouthfuls of water Nuala lifted her head from the water, her eyes darted around at the few animals that remained around the river. The faint image of the Crocs could be seen as they hovered around the surface. Snarling the painted canine lifted her head from the water-letting out one last growl she backed away from the water and turned. The females stomach began to growl and she needed to find food-seeing as she wouldn't be able to hunt alone-especially not with the large herds around-she followed the scent of fresh meat and lions. Scavenging was the only thing she could do. Nuala clambered through the brush hot on the trail of the scent of the meat.
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((This is not actually very old just November 27 was the last post. I'm just waiting for Jim to respond/?????z?????z???))
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The lion turned around, hearing a growl come from the lioness once more. His ears flicked slightly in concern, and his eyes landed on the lioness- who was still awkwardly watching them. The question he had, was why she was so intent on watching them? They were just having a simple conversation by the water, why was that so interesting? But otherwise, he had still attempted to be friendly to the strange female, looking over with amber eyes. It wasn't in his nature to be cold or mean, so he had raised on paw- giving a friendly wave, a warm smile adorning his features- visible to the other before he turned back to the lioness. "I wonder why shes looking over at us." He had stated calmly, listening to her speak, answering his question.
His head had nodded in agreement about what she had said, he didn't like staying in one place for too long either, it made him feel a bit antsy at the most. "I am similar, I like to travel, I don't stay too long unless I have a reason." He had spoken, the main reason for him staying in this part of the savanna so long was the fact it wasn't as lonely as the other areas, he didn't like areas that looked sad, lone and dead. "I hope you don't mind me asking you, but you seem quite lonely, at least- before I bumped into you. You don't have a pride?" His voice and his eyes were full of genuine curiosity.
The painted female dog had watched her two fellow species, sighting at their response to what she had just done. The fact that she would need to speak in order to communicate to others was something she didn't want to do, this was why she rarely had any friends, speaking wasn't something she was used to at least, but she was still always open to friendship. She was even about to speak, when she was the brief glance of understanding cross across the, from what she could tell- older canine's eyes. She then turned to the somewhat younger male, looking at his vacant stare. She then listened to him ask her the question that she dreaded- and hearing him raise his voice instantly set her on the defensive. The female canine's fur bristled lightly in response, her ears pinning back. With a sigh, she opened her mouth to speak, her weak vocal chords causing her words to be quiet, as if they were a whisper, for only them to hear. "I don't like to speak." She had stated, taking his loud question as one of a scolding.
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Imara
Hearing the brute mutter about why the lioness was watching them she shrugged shooting a glance back over seeing she was still looking. "I don't know, if she doesn't stop I'm going to ri..." Imara stopepd, knowing many got offended by her aggressive behaviour towards others-and most seemed put off by it. She didn't understand why. Shrugging her ears twitched as Syckle continued to speak, looking up as the brute spoke. "Yeah, the adventures much better. Besides, I wanna see the Savanna before my times passes, but I will stay if I have a good enough reason to.." She admitted, it seemed her and the white feline had more in common than what she had with any other animals she made an attempt interacting with. Rinning her tongue along her lips a yawn escaped her maw as it seemed night had begun to fall and most animals had begun wondering away and finding a place to rest. Turning away from the slow moving herds her attention back on the white lion as he spoke. A huff like laugh escaped her maw as she shook her head "Well you're right, I don't have a pride and do get lonely.." She shrugged, deciding to tell him the reasons why, something she didn't rell even thos close to her. "As you may have guessed many get put off of me because my aggressive and stubborn attitude, just because I'm hostile towards others all seem to think I'm like that with everyone.." She huffed her ears dropping a little. Imaras eyes because to glow as the sun continued to drop, a huff escaping to her maw as she shuffled to her paws. Feeling something soft she looked down-seeing her paw had touched Syckles-her eyes widened a little with embarrassment as she pulled her paw slowly away and held it against her chest for a moment-then placing it back against the mud. Her head remained turned away for a few seconds-shaking her head she turned back around to look at Syckle to see what his response would be-she tried to forgot about the embarrassing moment that had just happened.
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Name~Montuzes
Age~Very young about 6 months
Gender~Montuzes is a Male
Species~A Lion ofcourse
Personality~Friendly, kind, helpful, silly
Description/Picture~Look at the picture above but he has cheek tufts and a thew scars also rips in his ear but only the right one(-->)
History~He had siblings but got kicked out of his birth pride because they were too weak to go on, he has moved pride with his parents Atreyu and Zeri but they died when hunting and he was left alone untill he turned 6 months old and then he adventured to find another pride but he is stranded in a desert searching for life.
Crush~None ofcourse.
Mate~None
Pups/Cubs~None
Extra~Nupe(Derp.)
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((What a cute cub, of course he is accepted!))
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Myria's paws hung from the edge of the little slope that edged a river, her rounded ears flung up as she carefully listened to the dogs in the distance. She couldn't hear a thing- and she was too lazy to move closer. Lashing her painted tail out, the female slunk back into the dense thicket and started to weave amongst the trees until she came across another canine, the warm, bitter scent telling it was a female. The other dog was in the middle of a lion scent-mark, it was most likely scavenging for food. Blinking her deep orange eyes, Myria bounded behind her (Nuala) while keeping out of eye-sight.
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((What a cute cub, of course he is accepted!))
c: Thank you for accepting me and to post so early!
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The young cub padded across the terrain. He fell in clumsiness. He sighed as he lifted his legs back up. He than ran across the plains, his brown opticals looked towards the sky as he smiled he then sat on his flanks and yawned silently.He lifted his frame as he walked along the terrain a bit more then he stopped as he layed down, he was too tired right know. He saw a cave and got up as he sprinted towards it and laying inside it. He began to shut his eyes as he rested underneath the shelter of the cave.
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Nuala
The sound of rustling bushes caused the spotted canine to come to a sudden halt-whipping around she glanced around behind hera confused look appeared across the canines face as she shrugged, turning back around the spotted canine continued on her way through the territory of one of the smaller prides. A gap showed one of the areas where a lone carcass lay-running her tongue along her lips Nuala poked her head around and glanced around. It seemed the lions had already moved somewhere else-stepping out she sniffed at the ground "About...10 minutes ago.." She muttered. It was almost certain the lions wouldn't come back, even if they did she would have had what she needed. Taking no hesitation she bounded over towards the carcass and knelt down-beginning to tear apart the meat. A feeling ran through Nuala that something was watching her, turning she glanced around once again-meat hanging from her blood stained maw. Growling she turned back towards the carcass and continued feasting.
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Owern leaned forward in attempt to catch the young dog's words as she uttered them softly. As the words drifted into his ear, he slumped back, an exasperated sigh escaping his jaws. "Humph. Surprisingly enough." He muttered, casually flicking an ear. "Perfect for an aging canine." He added lowly under his breath. Glancing back at the female, he scowled at her injuries, before harshly nudging Idi. "What're you doing there - standing without doing anything? Go and help the poor 'un. I'm too old to know what to do." Owern murmured, glancing expectedly at Idi. He was sure the male canine would know what to do - if he were spending his time along in the wilderness. Besides, Owern wasn't very familiar with other canines; he would rather stick in the shadows and allow the others to do the work.
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Syckle had listened to what she had said, his ears perking when she had cut herself off, but he otherwise didn't bother to really question her. What she wanted to keep to herself was none of his business. The sound of loud talking once more made him turn his head- but he quickly turned back to her, blue orbs meeting her amber ones when she ha begun to speak once more. He had nodded, his smile not leaving his face. So he and lioness had a lot in common, fun. Not many enjoyed traveling, at least- that's what he had thought from others he had talked too; that was why he didn't have a pride. He'd most likely be a pride-less male for his whole life due to his beliefs. He could go on and on about his beliefs in his head- but he didn't want to seem rude to the female, as he was getting caught up in his thoughts.
Syckle had looked around, hearing a splash as animals began to leave the water-hole, it was going to be night already, funny- times goes fast when your talking. The male lions attention once more went back to the lioness as she talked about how she didn't have a pride. His ears pinned back when she had mentioned she would get lonely, his tail swished lightly in thought- yet he once more had to push away his thoughts when she had begun to speak once more. The male had watched her ears drop, and he had given her a reassuring smile, he was about to speak, when something soft made him look down, her paw had touched his. The lions eyes had widened for a moment, yet he watched as she had turned away in embarrassment. A small smile spread across his features, and a small chuckle escaped his maw to ease the embarrassment. He had given her a sincere look, raising his paw- and putting it to her shoulder. "I don't see why many would get put off- you seem like a nice lioness from what I could tell. You didn't snap at me when I bumped into you, your quite friendly, too." He had removed his paw slowly, his smile still dancing on his features.
"I don't have a pride, either. I don't think ill ever get one. I scare a lot away just for the fact I'm a male lion. My beliefs are a lot different from most males, I guess. I don't want to take over any pride." He had stated calmly. "If I ever do get a pride, I'd make one myself, not overthrow a male to take his own. I would take in loners, male or female- I don't care about things such as that." The male had said with a shy chuckle, when he had told his beliefs once to a male he had called his friend, the other had laughed, calling him an immature youngster, saying that he needed to toughen up and remove those beliefs from his head. "I would lead with one female, I don't want to breed with all the lioness in my pride like other prides, I would stay committed to the one that I love." The lion had spoken, in his eyes, a look of want and adoration as he looked up to the sky, imagining. "Any lioness in my pride should be treated with respect, I would rather hunt for them, then them hunt for me." The lion then looked down, realizing he had trailed off from the current conversation. He looked away shyly, laughing. "Sorry- I got carried away."
He looked back, the feeling of burning eyes making him turn around. The lioness was walking away from her pride, the one that had been staring before, and she seemed to be taking a drink of water- amber eyes looking at him, while his pride seemed to be waiting for her to hurry up and drink. He still didn't know why she was looking at the two, it unnerved him.
((Whoa long post.))
((Hehe I just went along with the lioness watching them, I dunno why she is looking over. xD))
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Imara
Imaras eyes had seemed to glow with the light that was now coming from the moon-a light sigh escaped her maw as she looked up at the moon. A smile grew across her face, the skies always seemed beautiful in the Savanna no matter the time of day or season. Hearing the male talk about getting put off she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder-seeing the male as he spoke. Smmiling at the brute she dipped her head "Yeah, most just think I'm aggressive because of the way I sometimes act they don't see tha 'kind' side I have like with what happened earlier. I guess there's always a lot of tension between me and other lionesses, and sometimes males...." She shrugged a smile still on her face as she gazed at Syckle. "Well that's better than what most males are like, you're in a pride and just get use to it-then all of a sudden a rogue takes over-i don't see why most aren't like you and would rather start from scratch instead of chasing an older brute out!" She agreed, she hated the fact some males done that with rpides-it happened to her once or twice when she was younger. Imara carefully listened to Syckle as he explained how he would run his pride if he decided to, a smile grew across her face at the fact the male was more laid back then others and would give the pride more rights, along with being respectful to the females. Then hearing what he said about hunting a light chuckle escaped her maw "Well, most lionesses like hunting-but you are right its better for them to have a choice instead of being ordered to do.." She smiled. "I'm sure you would be an excellent leader" she admitted it seemed Imara had been more relaxed than usual.
The sound of gorans and splashing of water caused Imaras head to turn, seeing the pride had slowly began to move. Her amber eyes locked onto the lioness who seemed to have returned for a drink-a growl escaped her maw as the lioness continued to watch them whilst drinking. Turning she noticed the leader of the pride staring at Syckle and her-narrowing her eyes she was about to open her mouth. But suddenly stopped at the looked at the white lion_she didn't want to cause trouble for him so decided to stay quiet. Turning she watched as the lioness slowly walked away-narrowed eyes glaring at one another. Tension was felt in the air. Once the pride moved Imara felt relaxed again-she hated that pride and has had nothing but trouble with them since a young age. Forgetting about it she turned back to Syckle-her frown suddenly turned into a smile.
((I didn't know either, but I've decided on a reason. When Imara was younger she use to be in that pride-the lioness that was staring at her was the one she would always fight with, some battles almost being deadly. That lioness that I've decided to name her Rizzo. She was the reson Imara was kicked from the pride and she always caused Imara trouble whilst alone-she would also often get ganged up on by the pride. So there's a lot of tension between them)).