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 Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 9:02 pm
I am advertising for my FOURTH day!
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 9:05 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 11:15 pm
.:. Older Brother .:.
Username: Zephira738
Lion's Name: Samedi
Meaning: ‘Saturday’, it is one of the names for a god of death and gravesites associated with voodoo
Rank: Pèseptè
Personality: Responsible is probably the best adjective to describe this lion. He is quiet and keeps to himself mostly, though he is not unfriendly if approached, and is actually a very kind and generous individual. Due to his job he often finds himself avoided anyway, and therefore does not ‘force’ his presence on any who do not desire it...though at times this can make him feel more than a bit lonely. He does his job, and does it well, always willing to lend a paw to those who ask it of him. There’s something in him that wants to look after those around him, but with his larger than average size and his tendency to be very quiet when he walks he often startles or scares others without truly meaning to. He remains mostly unbothered by the skived looks he receives, the tasks he fulfils are necessary ones and the pride is bettered for his doing them. Knowing this makes the odd looks more than worth it, and his uncanny knack for always finding precisely what he is sent to look for reassures him that he did indeed choose the task meant for him to fulfill.
Prompt Number: One
Prompt Response:
The twilight folded itself around his dark shoulders as the rather large lion padded through the territories of his home. There was something chill in the air, something that prickled at his fur and made him think of things that had happened before. The way things were before. It made him wish to speak with them again. This was a difficult task, as Samedi had never been, for all the blessing his heritage might have bestowed upon him, particularly in touch with the Loa. But he liked to think that perhaps, even if he himself could not see them, that they might here him and know he still came to visit them. Any son would seek council first from his parents, any son would wish to greet his family from time to time.
Why his younger brother never seemed to care was a thing that had long bothered him. He’d never asked Uovu directly about this, but he knew that he was not the only one who had noticed his sibling’s attitude towards them. Occasionally he wondered if, being a Puope so blessed with spiritual energy, his brother simply knew already what their parents were up to now. But if he knew, he did not seem inclined to share it with him. Samedi liked to think, therefore, that his sibling was not secretly finding ways to visit their parents. It was better than envying or suspecting the only family he had left.
He was lonely without his family. Without his parents, and with his ever so secretive brother being…well. Secretive. Acting strangely. His heritage gave him a boost towards the higher reputation of the pride, but the job he’d felt calling to him seemed to bring him down once again, and Samedi found himself avoided more frequently than not. But that was alright. He did what needed to be done, and he did his job well. He knew, or he hoped he did, that his parents would be proud of him for that.
With a careful gentleness that seemed odd for such a bulky lion as himself, Samedi crouched to place his small offering at the edge of the Hounfor that had become so familiar to him of late. Ever since they’d died, he’d come here, seeking company more than council. He did not ask that his parents be summoned, did not pray for them to lend him aid every night of his life. He merely wished to speak to someone, to be near someone he loved. Sighing softly, Samedi settled back on his haunches, his tail curling lightly around his white toes as he looked at the place he knew his parents to still lie. A small trinket glimmered faintly in the rising moonlight, the sparkly thing he had found meant to be a present for his mother. Ever since he was small, he remembered finding things like that for her. Bits of rock that shimmered, or scraps of metal. Perhaps she had merely been humoring his desire to give her gifts, but he liked to think that they had pleased her. The carefully cleaned hide and spattering of blood he’d brought for his father and mother both, the memories of sharing a meal with his parents still as strong as ever though he could not leave meat without it starting to smell. Speaking over a meal had always been a pleasant experience for him even as a young cub, it only made sense to continue the tradition, in a manner of speaking.
“Good evening father, mother,” the great lion murmured in greeting, his golden eyes soft as he stared at the mound. It was not the sort of greeting he was accustomed to, there was no nuzzle, no light butting of heads. But he was getting used to it, he supposed. It was no simple task for the dead to greet those who came to see them. “I am well, as is Uovu I believe. He seems a bit…detached of late, and I worry for him sometimes though he does not appear particularly bothered by anything. I hope that you are both content where you are, though I miss you still…”
His voice was low, quiet, as he spoke, telling of the goings on in the pride, sharing his thoughts on different matters, most of which were fairly trivial. It was, in fact, quite similar to any chat a small family might have together. ’How was work, love?’ ’I learned something new today mom!’ ’I think brother as a thing for that light-furred shrinekeep…’ The only difference seemed to be how very one-sided the conversation was. After all, despite his wishes, Samedi could not have heard any replies that may or may not have been given.
“I will keep an eye on little brother, don’t worry about him, I promise I’ll look after him as you looked after us both when you were still here. I don’t know if he has come by, he seems so…” Samedi trailed off, his ears lowered unhappily. It seemed like Uovu simply did not care. Not at all. How could that be? “I suppose everyone has a different way with which to deal with emotions,” the lion decided at long last, rising slowly to his paws. “Goodnight, I will come visit you again soon.” Bowing his head to the burial mound, Samedi turned and began making his way back to his den to sleep. Uovu worried him, worried him greatly. He wished there was something more he could do to help his brother, but whatever it was, it felt as though Uovu were excluding him from it. Would it be wrong of him to pry? Even though his intentions were only good, the answer seemed like it might be ‘yes’. Perhaps Uovu was merely busy.
They both had duties to attend to within the pride after all. And his brother was so much younger than he was…too young to be an orphan. Samedi would try to keep a closer eye on him. He would try to make sure yet again that the younger lion knew his big brother was always there for him, would always be there for him. Even if his time came to leave this world behind, he would watch out for his sibling from wherever he was on the other side. But, for now, he would not pry. Uovu would not be involved in anything ‘bad’ after all. He probably just wanted some space in the same way that Samedi craved company.
Yes, everything would be alright. The pride was well and safe, and the Loa were none of them angry or upset as far as he could determine from the conversations he occasionally happened to overhear when he was performing his duties in delivering what he had been sent to find. Grief would pass, it must, and the love would remain. All would be well, given time.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 11:31 pm
.:. Ticket, please! .:..:. Custom Concept .:. Username: 20Snails
SoA's Name: Hirizi
Meaning: charm, amulet
Gender: Male
Species: lion, new rouge lines
Age: cub
Rank: youth but when he is older either a Bokor or a Pèseptè.
Personality:
Hirizi is an ambitious little cub. Losing his family made him want to fight even harder to hang on to life. He promised himself he would become a great and powerful lion. Because of his lose at an early age he was forced to mature. However on the rare occasion he will go play with others to try and make himself feel more 'normal'. Often times he will try and use others to better himself. He hardly helps others unless it benefits him.
Description: Ref
History Hirizi was the youngest of four cubs. His parents was always adoring their cubs. The rouge family were happy to just have each other, but their happiness soon died away. A disease came across the land they were in. The victims were always young cubs. The parents feared their cubs would fall under the illness so they kept them isolated. Sadly this did not help the poor cubs. One by one the cubs caught the disease, Hirizi being the first. His parents tried everything they could think of to cure the cubs but nothing seemed to work. Hirizi watched helplessly as his siblings faced death until he was the last one. He felt so weak and wasn't sure how long he would last. As death took him by the claw he realized that he must keep fighting, for his sibling and parents. He over came death and days later he was better. His parents cuddled him closely and promised that he would never have to go threw anything like that again.
Hirizi's parent heard rumors of the Pepo'porojo pride and were intrigued by it. They hoped that they could find a way to speak to their dead cubs again. Their journey toward the Pepo'porojo lands was dangerous. The parents helped Hirizi as much as they could, but for the most part he refused their help and wanted to do it himself. Where ever they went, bad luck wasn't far behind. One bright morning it caught up to them. As the family was traveling near a mountain side a rocks started to roll down the hill. Hirizi was slower than his parents and he should have been the one who got hit by the rocks. His father however dove push Hirizi out of the way and was hit by the full force of the rocks. The rocks had completely covered him. Hirizi's mother pushed rock after rock searching for her beloved mate. Once nightfall hit and she was exhausted she decided to continue on their journey.
The trip became quiet after what had happen to Hirizi's father. His mother tried to be strong. He noticed that when she thought he wasn't looking she would let out a cry. The next week she started losing her mind. She would see her cubs and her husband. Hirizi did his best to snap her out of it and reminded her that they had died. One day, while Hirizi was sleeping, his mom had seen one of her cubs drowning in a lake. She dove him after her cub. Hirizi had heard the splash in the water and sprinted toward the lake. When he got there his mother was washed back onto the beach. The young cub tried to wake her up but nothing worked, her body just laid there completely limp. Carefully, he dragged her body away from the water. This was a rather difficulty task for him because his mother was an adult and he was still a cub.
Once he was back in the wooded area he began to dig a hole. He spent all night and part of the morning digging that hole. Than he pushed his mother into the hole. When she was in the hole he started to put the dirt back in. After the hole was filled in he went on his way. He didn't have time to feel sorry for himself. The only thing he wanted to do was get to the Pepo'porojo pride.
Reference Image(s):here Feel free to tweak the design if you wish.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 5:42 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 7:48 am
I am advertising (still)!
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 8:17 am
.:. Motherly Shrinekeep .:.
Username: Mtorolite
Lioness's Name: Thandeka
Meaning: "Beloved" in Zulu
Personality: Thandeka is the sweetest lioness . . .ever. She would never hurt a fly (except in service to the Loa), and she bends over backwards to help others. No young Shrinekeep is too young or distractable for her to teach; no baboon too rude to be polite too, no Pesepte morbid enough to drive her away, and no Bokor frightening enough to make her hate him. The only thing that ever upsets her is talk of her cub or her old mate. Thandeka is not naive - she knows how the world works now.
People often comment that Thandeka seems sad when left alone, so they try and keep her busy.
History: Deep down, she is petrified of ever taking another mate or having more cubs . . . because it was her last mate that ruined her life. Ukubulala, her mate, was a Bokor - but well liked. He was kind and polite and no one was really scared of him. And that was how he wooed the lovely Thandeka.
They were happy at first. Thandeka was worried because she seemed to be having trouble having cubs, but she was sure it would pass. Ukubulala, however, was changing. Slowly. He started to have blacker and blacker moods. Whatever he was doing, off by himself, was affecting him. Occasionally, he even lashed out, physically, at his mate. But she said nothing; he always made up to her and took care of her. She even ignored his raging jealousy; after all, he always says sorry.
And besides, she was finally pregnant.
When her baby was born, he didn't look like Thandeka or Ukubulala. She felt he looked like her grandfather, and a very handsome cub he was. Ukubulala was away for a few days, working on something. So she cared for her little one all by herself, and watched him try and chase lizards on shakey baby paws and held him when he curled up to sleep.
She was asleep when Ukubulala arrived and saw a cub that didn't look like either of them; he was furious. She had been cheating. . . he knew it, she would never be faithful to an evil man like him . . . but he wouldn't let her enjoy her ill gotten gains!
Thandeka woke up when she felt her baby cub being moved, and disoriented, watched her mate break her baby's back.
The baby had a Hounfor erected to him, and Ukubulala was run out of the pride. She is petrified of him and his possible return, and she mourns her beautiful baby boy behind her helpful exterior.
Prompt Number: 1
Prompt Response:
Thandeka walked through the rain, holding very carefully in her mouth a pouch. It contained the cleaned bones of a tiny lizard she had found dead; her baby had loved watching lizards in his few short days . . .
Thandeka thought about her baby's death, sometimes. His murder. By his father. But she tried to think more about his life. Once he had seen a troop of baboons swinging by, and his eyes went wide when he saw them moving along the tree tops. And he loved to roll down the little slope by their den.
"Hello, Usana, my love. I've brought you a present." Thandeka put the pouch down amid her other offerings, nudging it into place and checking around the Hounfor to be sure everything was as it should be. She would never let the Ghede Loa of her precious one be unhappy or scared or felt neglected. His last few moments had been terrifying enough.
Thandeka had stopped talking much to her cub; it just made her cry and she had said everything she could say to him time and time again. Besides, people worried about her when they saw she had been crying. So she usually said few words to him, except on his birthday and the day of his murder. But she never ever missed a day visiting him; he didn't deserve to ever be alone.
"Mommy loves you, and she misses you, Usana. I will come and see you again tomorrow."
*The names I used for her mate and her baby are also Zulu: Usana means newborn, Ukubulala means to kill or murderer.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 11:00 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 11:30 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 11:57 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 3:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 12:05 am
It's midnight on the west coast. You know what that means!
I'm advertising! (5)
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 12:09 am
blarhakrhagh i suck at remembering to snag tickets for advertising.
BTW IM ADVERTISING.
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 3:33 am
I am advertising for the FIFTH day!
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 4:03 am
Edited my Custom Contest entry one last time - specified that I would want the Old female lion lines.
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