|The Savanna| (Open&Accepting) ~Rated-M~

[Jackkdaw]

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.

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.

[Celeyan]

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.

[sparticles]

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.




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.

 

[OreoHeroz]

((mind if I hop in?))



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

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

[sparticles]

Of course you are accepted Oreoz!

[Jackkdaw]

[[Of course it's alright, Oreo. X3

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.

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.

[DancingWithDeath]

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.

[Celeyan]

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.

[OreoHeroz]

Owern

The 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.

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.

[Jackkdaw]

[[Omg. Ersha. I can't handle the cuteness. -facekeyboard- <3

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.

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.