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Entering for the Burkuteshti Borclu
Name: Hasira
Meaning: Anger in Swahili
Personality: Hasira is very self conscious and hides it behind a wall of aggression. While she would never actually hurt anyone, they don't know that, and she uses her outward appearance to her advantage. After being saved by the pride, however, it has toned down quite a bit and she is usually just reserved and quiet.
History: Hasira had it hard from the start. Abandoned by her mother after she was the only cub born to her litter, Hasira had to learn quickly how to take care of herself and stay out of danger. Her bright blue coat made it difficult to hide, so she became gruff and somewhat vicious. It didn't take long for her to realize that she could frighten other animals quite easily if she tried, and she didn't have to use physical force to be left alone.

Once she was an adult, she began to rely on her intimidation tactics too much, to the point where when she was confronted by a large lioness, she figured she'd be okay. When the lioness attacked, however, Hasira wasn't prepared, and was easily beaten, almost to the point of death.

Luckily for her, she was close to the Burkuteshi tribe, where a group of their members stumbled upon her after wondering what that bright blue thing could be. They took her in and healed her, and she owes her life to them now- literally.

Entering for Dhiya
Personality: While by far not the most refined lioness in the world, Dhiya has just enough social grace to her to where the burning hatred she seems to have for most things is at least kept private. She holds herself to such a high standard that it's a wonder she even tries anything at all--her determination prevents her for, giving up, regardless of the circumstances. Her 'hatred' is not so much that as it is thinly-veiled anger for her own failings and the sometimes lackluster performance of others, as she deems it, with a not-so-healthy dash of general frustration thrown in. Dhiya is not a coarse creature by any means, however--when needed, she can change masks from fierce warrior to silk-tongued guardian, however much she would prefer to just do one thing in order to be the best at it. She's viciously loyal, and even though she despises owing a debt to anyone, begrudgingly acknowledged hers to the Qyrhyeshti and did her best to make good on her part as soon as was physically possible and in the most gratifying way she could think of--by releasing years of frustrations and I'll feelings on the field of battle. Now that she's found her place in the pride, she's gotten better at venting consistently in small ways, though she will always prefer sparring or training for combat over those actions, as she deems them 'petty but necessary'. Dhiya was not always such a harsh and resolute lioness, though she greatly enjoys the change in her personality, deeming it all necessary and more useful towards her goal of survival than being anything less than made of iron. She's slightly self-conscious about what she hides under her braid, though for her, that simply means pointed looks and very obvious growled hints to stop pointing it out if the topic is broached. You're also far more likely to get roared at if you approach from that side,or even possibly swatted at if you catch her on a particularly bad day. Hurting someone for their own good is acceptable in her book, but she wouldn't kill or gravely injure any of the lions in her tribe for a few simple reasons; One, they saved her life. Two, she fights alongside them. Three, she'd rather not be out in the desert again, and four--they're all hers, as much as she gets frustrated at them. Dhiya knows that she owes the tribe more than her life for what they've done for her, and if she can protect it with every fiber of her being, that's exactly what she's going to do until she drops dead.

History: Not too terribly long after she set out from her family, a young and relatively naive Dhiya made a friend--a falcon by the name of Tethker. The two were quickly on amicable terms, with the rosy bird happily following her around on her journey for something more. Dhiya never really knew what she was looking for, but she knew that it was out there somewhere; and that somewhere was what led her to the desert. She'd gathered a few of Tethker's feathers during their travels, piecing them together into a sort of shawl that he found amusing. The falcon was more used to the trials of the desert than Dhiya was, having been hatched in one far away from here--as a result, he was able to help her stay alive, and over time, she grew from what she'd now describe as 'soft and squishy' to a fine lioness, shaped by her travels and the desert itself. Her 'something more' was out there, she always knew, but the desert hadn't yielded it like she'd thought it would...yet.
Unfortunately, Tethker was not the youngest bird around, and it would later become very clear to them both that he was dying. He succumbed to his age after three years of traveling with Dhiya as her only constant friend and companion, leaving a sadness that quickly turned to bitterness, souring her outlook and leaving a sense of futility--why couldn't she have done something to help her friend, after all? His last words to her had bore no ill will and instead carried a true fondness, but that still hadn't changed the fact that he'd wound up underneath the dunes while she still walked above them. The loss of somebody to talk to took a toll on her social bearing as well, and after some time on her own, she had settled into the lioness she is today.
While her companion never lived to see her find her something, Dhiya did think of him when it happened. Without Tethker to help her scout for prey, she was having an even harder time hunting, resulting in a tired and malnourished lioness fighting against the desert she'd unexpectedly called home. After yet another failed attempt led to her being injured as well, she'd wound up half-dragging her starved form to what she believed was an oasis--and as fate would have it, into the hands of the Qyrhyeshti. They nursed her back to health, and while she wasn't exactly pleased about suddenly owing her life to anyone, the fact that she still had one to owe didn't go unnoticed. After living in a sort of observational limbo with the tribe, she joined in on a battle for Baj-jer, effectively losing an eye in the process and demonstrating her ferocity and courage in battle. She protected two other wounded lions until they were able to be moved to safer areas, at which point she too left the field of battle due to her injury. She's blind in that eye, and underneath the carefully-braided part of her mane lie deep scars that she'll likely never not be sore about, despite common acceptance of such things. For her contribution to the fight and the defense of those injured lions, her life-debt was paid, and for a while, she had absolutely no idea what to do. Dhiya debated leaving for a brief time, though it took far sooner to realize that she'd found what she'd been looking for--and she truly hoped that both Tethker and her family would be proud of her.

Entering for Dhiya
Personality: She does know how to be kind, but ti doesn't show all that well. She is mostly strong-willed, hard headed, stubborn, and not easy to knock over. She has a, well, slight temper and from that she always gets rough with others, and is a loner of a hermit. She doesn't work well with other, no matter how much it calls for it in the pride, she always takes her chances to get away from everyone. She doesn't do well around soft people the most, so she is always considered rude, grumpy, and hot-headed as well.
History: It was so hot, she could hardly stand it much more. She was starving, the heat was unbearable, and she couldn't understand why in all that is life that her parents sent her to this place.When she collapsed, she could see nothing but the waves of heat....at trees? Wait, if there are trees, there must be water, like an oasis! Groaning, she pushed herself to stand up and she got herself on her paws ran through the scorching sand and she reached what was a real oasis. She collapsed again and the water's edge and lapped up the water until it happened. The minute she felt refreshed, she stood up and turned, only to be dragged into a battle. She saw what looked like two lions fighting over something, but didn't know what, but she watched until something smacked her and knocked her out cold.

She woke up to what was nightfall, and was being dragged someplace. She noticed someone holding onto her tail and it was another female. The stranger that dragged her was taking her someplace and tried to talk to her, but she only kept silent. Everything about the lands were explained to her and she just watched she sky as she could feel her back move against the warm sand, making her fall asleep now and then. She was lucky to survive that fight since her captor told her only one survived and they about killed her as well until she was saved. She wasn't happy to hear that she now have a debt to return and by doing so, she would have to become so kind of slave.

Days and nights went on till they finally reached her home until some fellow members picked on her rescuer and a fight could have broken out, until she made them back off and flee. She threatened them, threatened them of their families, everything to make many shudder with fear, and it made them run away, and she realized she repaid her debt. When that happened, she was curious of the place, and asked to join, and she decided to make the arrangements herself.


Entering for the Scarred Qyrhyeshti
Name: Magara Bint Gece
Meaning: "Cavern" in Turkish/ "Night" in Turkish (for Mother's name)
Personality: The scars proved everything about how she is known by. She is a bit dark, secretive, and silent to everyone. She doesn't speak to others and in turn they don't speak to her. Now and then, she'll talk with people, but only if they seem fit to hear her voice. A lot that have heard her voice's sound say it sounds a bit German, though she gets it from her mother because her Mother's side came from lions that actually spoke German, but they always carried random names for they never really knew themselves. When it comes to fighting, she can be a cold-stoned killer, and shows no utter mercy. She keeps anything she knows that is private a secret that can't crack, even if she is tortured or almost dead. She mostly carries the nickname "Sessiz Lisan", meaning "Silent Tongue" because she just doesn't say many things
History: Her family wasn't all that comfortable like all cubs to get. After she was old enough of a cub to learn, they began to teach her about what those her age and older than her knew. Once she became a juvenile, she had to train and fight for her life, since her family wasn't going to let her have the sweet life. She had to kill her neighboring cousins, even her siblings, just to gain her life for adulthood and leave her family's prison. Once she finally became a adolescent, she had to kill her own loving aunt. She didn't want to do it, but when she was nagged to do it, she had to secretly kill the only family member that gave her love and attention. When the deed was done, it took her some time, but she returned home to her parents an adult with empty eyes. Hating them, she killed them herself and watched them die happy. They were pleased to create the perfect fighter, the perfect weapon, a master killer. Everyone in her family line in the pride she was in she killed them all off, leaving her to be the only one in the pride of her family bloodline.


Entering for the Blonde Burkuteshti
Name: Vaha Bint Komur
Meaning: "Oasis" in Turkish / "Coal" in Turkish (Mother's Name)
Personality: Unlike her murderous cousin, Magara, she is a complete opposite. She is kind, and has mercy, but only mercy to make death more quick and painless. She can be kind and considerate, but only on certain levels. She is a collector of jewels, though, because sometimes you can find a jewel in a desert. She is really easy to talk to, though, and fun to know of. She is kind, a helpful, and loyal.
History:
Well, unlike many, her life was swell. She grew up without and problems, making her give no complaints. It was when she was a adolescent, though, she was kidnapped to be offered as a slave to the other clan until one night, she had to kill them all when they made her go into a panic. After she woke up in the morning, being taken back by the people she was with, she was devastated and they decided to put her in some enemy fights to calm her down, but that only took away half of her pure, good soul. Ever since then she has lived a half good life, and a half vile nightmare of existence.

Entering for the Burkuteshti Borclu
Name:
Kaet Nei'preah
Meaning:
"Born of the Gods" in Khmer
Personality:
There is no love lost, often, between Kaet and other lions. The young lioness has never been all that fond of company, and after her 'saving', she was loathe to have to repay anything to anyone! Kaet Nei'preah is an aggressive young lady, with a distinct talent for words. If you agitate her, even a little, her tongue is quick, and insults are creative. When confronted about any secrets, the female is unlikely to talk either about her history, or anything else that she keeps private, usually retorting with a swift "back off", and then quickly walking away. It seems as though it's nigh on impossible to get beyond her walls...but there is something past them.

In her youth, before her confinement due to life debt, Kaet was a very warm young lioness. She loved to explore, and had a curious mind. Behind the walls now built from distrust and years of hardship, she still is. Her mind is well-versed in puzzles, and the intricacies of inter-personal relationships. She loves to watch others, and learn what lies behind their own walls. They're curious creatures, with a new intricacy that she has never had to deal with before the Jahy took her. Once you get to know her, she's rather sweet, though still a bit rough around the edges.

History:
Kaet was born to a Pride of lions that believed they were closer to the Gods than any. The eldest in the royal litter, the femme was raised in harsh conditions at the top of a mountain. Though her family was strange and different, she loved the other lions. They were all so interesting, so strange, and to a personable cub like the young Kaet Nei'preah. However, shortly after her adolescence, tragedy struck. An avalanche befell the Pride, killing a good bit of Kaet's family, and leaving the young adol to fend for herself. Her heart was devastated, but she immediately took off to make herself useful.

Her paws carried her a long way, all the way out to the desert, a place where the femme had no idea how to survive. She'd been unable to catch food, or find any oasis to drink from. It was during her weakness that she was set upon by a pack of Hyenas. The creatures seemed intent on tearing her apart, and Kaet was doing her best to fight them off! But when everything seemed for the worst, a small group of lions came in and saved her. These were members of the Jahy. They took the young lioness back, cared for her, fed her, gave her water...and Kaet couldn't help the fact that she harbored a private resentment towards them. In her mind, had she passed, she could have been with her family. Not yet seeing the Burkuteshti as her family, she treats most with hostility, doing what she must as a Borclu, to clear her name of the debt she owes to the Pride. Who knows what will happen after that....

Entering for Dhiya
Personality: She is a little vicious, and while she has joined the pride and spent plenty of time with them, she still does not 100% trust them, especially any males of the pride. She is afraid to have cubs and therefore shies away from any kind of intimate behavior. She would probably have to have mate for a very long time before having enough confidence in him to have cubs.

She is not afraid to stand up for what she believes in, no matter who she is disagreeing with. She sees the potential for this to totally backfire on her (again) one day. Not having grown up in this pride she generally defers to the others’ better judgment, so no issues have come up yet. Their pride leader at least has a mate, and does not abuse his cubs.

History: Dhiya ended up in a relatively small pride. At first, they were very welcoming of her, and shared everything with her, but after being there a short while she got a sense that there was something else going on in the pride. It was very traditional – mostly lionesses with one lion. It finally clicked in her head – all the cubs were female too, how would that be anywhere close to statistically possible? Simple answer: it was not. The lion would routinely kill all male offspring that were produced, because he was so afraid of being overthrown. At finding this out, Dhiya wanted to leave; she would rather be on her own then worry that one day she would have cubs with that lion and then have to watch them be killed. But they would not let her go; she owed a debt to the pride for taking her in.

Even as she watched the lionesses mourn over their lost cubs, none of them were willing to go against the lion, knowing to go against him was the same as a death sentence for not only themselves but their cubs. It was not until one of her closest friends in the pride had a little of just male cubs that she finally did something. The lion was furious with her for having only males, and not only killed the cubs but the lioness too – blaming her for the work of genetics. Dhiya tried to stop him, she tried to rally the other lionesses as her friend was being attacked, but the lion threatened anyone’s life and cubs if they stood against him with Dhiya. Since they all turned their back on her, she was thrown in a cage to wait for her heat, so she could contribute cubs to the pride before they killed her.

While captive she was given the bare minimum for survival, just enough food and water to not die. They didn’t realize that the trauma it was doing to her body kept her from going into heat. She was like this for months and months, and started to withdraw into herself. The only thing she took solace in was watching the birds fly – it was how she kept track of time passing, migration and all that. It was a few months in that the pride brought back a bird. He had a broken wing, and in exchange for protection and food, he worked as a sentry for Dhiya. Except he thought what they were doing to her was barbaric. So after they trusted the silly loud bird enough to actually leave him alone with the lioness, the pair started planning an escape.

It worked, in that Dhiya was freed. It didn’t work in that the bird died. The lion noticed them missing pretty quickly, long before they made it out the pack lands. The bird still couldn’t fly, and was mostly was clinging to Dhiya as they rushed away. The lion tracked them down and attacked, thankfully alone – he did not want the pack to know Dhiya had broken out. He leaped at her, only serving to knock the bird off. He hadn’t stood a chance against the lion, his neck snapping almost instantly. But that bird was the only reason Dhiya had been free, and she was not going to leave even his corpse with the pride. While the lion was recovering from his failed attempt at a pounce, Dhiya snatched up the body of the bird and bolted.

Lucky for her, there was a river nearby and the lion could not swim. His life of simply ruling apparently exempted him from learning to do much. For all his roaring and wailing on the other side, Dhiya just calmly walked away from the lion, still caring the bird. Out of respect for the bird who gave his life for her’s, she fashioned a shawl from his feathers, knowing that it was a debt she would never be able to repay.

In crossing the river, she found herself in the desert, and after being so malnourished in the first place, it didn’t take much for her to be on the brink of death. That is how the pride found her – passed out from exhaustion and dehydration. Being as noble as they were, the nursed her back to health with the life debt contingency. She already owed so much of her life to others, why not the rest of it?

Repaying her debt did not actually come hard to Dhiya. She trained to fight, and picked it up pretty quickly over the course of a few months. She took all her anger and frustration and put it into learning the most effective ways to incapacitate an enemy, and which ways would injure versus kill. She had lost so much of whom she was before her last pride, that when the time came for a battle (although small) with the Burkuteshi, she was ruthless.
She went for the weakest looking lion in the skirmish, and went straight for his jugular; she had no reason or intent to take a prisoner, and they had been outnumbered to begin with. She only killed one of them, but it was enough for the pride to lift her life debt after being with them for many months.

This left her with the simple choice to stay or go, and she chose to stay. She did not fully trust herself to be on her own, and while there was still a very rigid male hierarchy to the pride, they cherished the cubs, and the Hatun was almost as involved as the Bey. She is not fully certain she made the right choice, but does know she did not make the wrong one. They respect her enough to give her the space she needs, while still being there to support her. She has also grown into a pretty skilled fighter, never wanting to be in a situation to be overwhelmed again.

...And this was A LOT longer than expected o.O