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 Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 6:35 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 10:08 am
Followed C.C.G. here. ninja Applying for: Ubongo
Player of Ubongo: Lirende
Quote: Your daughter Mafuu was the one to tell you of Kosi's death. What was his plan of action after the initial shock of the news? Did he want to find a larger pack of hyenas to be with, or did it happen by accident?
The cold eyes of his Mafuu would forever stay with him as he turned her words over and over in his head. Her words ran clearly in his mind the accusations, the grief, the anger. It was all justified and aimed at one of the two culprits of the deed. He might not have been the one lead the lion to them, but he had known that it was in the area. He had thought that the beast had long since left since he had seen nor smelt hide or scent of it in weeks. They had been set to leave in two days time. Two days..oh Kosi... His beloved Kosi and her pups and mate and, and there was no time for grief or self-pity or anything even remotely self-destructive. He had a pack to lead and in order to do that he had to be strong.
He couldn't show them just how badly he was floundering on the inside, just how much of an effect his Kosi's death had on him. The failure he felt every time he looked at one of his grandpups, or daughter, or son-in-law. He had to be strong, if not for himself, then for them. If only he could truly convince himself of that... He stood and shook the dust from his coat, the action scaring away the carrion-feeders that had flocked to his daughters corpse. He had come to see with his own eyes the evidence of his failure to protect his family, and had watched with empty eyes as that which was familiar became part of the cycle of life. He left quietly and did not look back.
He had a pack to prepare for travel and a thousand other concerns to attend to before he would let himself mourn. He had already wasted enough time as it was. So engrossed in his thoughts as he was that he failed to see to pile of red fur before he tripped over it. Twin yelps of pain drowned out the thud of a body sent sprawling, before a cackle filled the air. The hyena he'd tripped over was mad, Ubongo decided as he listened to her caw about visions and the truth in them. She had most likely seen the flocking of the vultures and followed them. But what would a pack leader be doing all the way out here if not for this 'vision' she had had?
His heart hardened at the thought of his Kosi's death being predetermined like it had been the outcome of some game. His daughters life was not a toy for the gods to play with. But how was he, a lowly mortal to prove that to the gods that watched him? He bared his teeth and cackled lowly as the idea came to him. He would prove himself worthy of the lives of his pack, his family. He would protect them with every fiber of his being and beyond. But first they must survive. "Will you allows us to join your pack?" He asked, his voice rolling with too many emotions to pin down. He would put up with her madness only so long as she proved strong enough to help him protect the others.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 1:38 pm
Applying for: Ruva
Player of Ruva: pinchmonster Quote: Ruva was rescude by Tungiza and taken back to his group. How was she rescued, and what was she rescued from? Why does Ruva not care much for Tungiza? It had been a long, long time since her charms had been outright ignored, and she didn't like the bitter taste it left in her mouth. Males were oftentimes so simple, so easy to manipulate into doing her bidding, so easy to fool. Tungiza hadn't been that easy. Ruva had placed herself in an area she knew many lions to travel through. Hours had passed and only a lioness here, a leopard there -- nothing she was interested in. Her pretty eyes were only intent on the males that came through, but they had to pass inspection -- and most had come up lacking. Until Tungiza. She saw him in the distance, big and brawny, and had instantly perked up. Ruva had done this many times; act hurt, be coddled. She loved the attention and usually ended up sneaking away a few days later so that she could nab the next unsuspecting male. So far it had worked well for her, but she was getting older. She wanted something more permanent. She wanted Tungiza from the moment she slapped eyes on him. He'd approached with care, his eyes soft and gentle. Ruva had risen to her feet with Tungiza's assistance, and off they went. Little did Ruva know that he was taking her back to the small ragtag group he'd assembled -- and even worse was the fact that he seemed to be sending longing glances towards Zene. Fool. Reva was two times the lioness that Zene was, even if Tungiza didn't realize it. The next day her ankle was amazingly fine, and she was trying to sweet-talk Umaarufu. Thankfully he seemed stupid enough to believe her which meant she had at least ONE male willing to do her bidding. Perhaps in the Pridelands she would find another more handsome male, but for now, Umaarufu would do.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 1:50 pm
Applying for:Idris
Player of Idris: Syrius Lionwing
Idris has always been determined, and kept to her own code of morals. What drove her to leave her home as soon as she was old enough to?
Reply :
Do this, do that, follow my lead. It was bound to happen one day and when The Snap came it came with a bang.
The sun had been exceedingly bright that day, brighter in her memories, she was almost certain, but it was none the less a bright day. The dry season, as usual, brought distrust and thoughts of deceit and deception amongst her fellow lions. There was a code, the strong drank and ate so that they could survive so that the pride could continue while the young, the weak, the infirm could die out and still leave the pride strong in numbers.
It was ingrained in her. She had been brought up with this in fact she had taken her share of the water and food, by tooth and claw in the past and though her moral compass often swayed, it usually swayed towards her own self preservation. That was the way of the pride. Mothers grieved their infants and children grieved their parents as the strong out lived their family and friends.
It was the way. It had been her way until she gave brith to a single cub. A son, he was small, weak, fragile. She knew he would not survive the coming drought, she doubted he would survive the few weeks before the dry season fell upon them, but she held on tightly to her cub.
The pride would not see her love as sensible, they would think it futile, a fools game. She refused outright to put him out of his misery. It was the prides way to see those too weak to fight to survive to be left to die alone and cold but she had refused, she had hidden the cub and told them, told the pride she had given birth to a still born.
The sun was so bright on that day. It had hurt her eyes as she travelled towards the grassy knoll where she had hidden her only child. The dry soil beneath her paws sounded so loud, each step she took rang in her ears, every step she took she knew what she would find.
The body of her tiny son, tooth marks splayed across his back and there, stood over him, her own father. He had taught her to be strong, to follow her heart, to be self reliant, he had told her the ways of the pride, had made her strong and brave, and yet here he stood his tooth marks spread across his only grandson.
The Snap had to come and it came there and then. Her attack was swift, her claws were sharp and they found their mark before the older male could even think. He fell below her blow and staggered, he fell to the ground and she watched, watched as the kings blood turned her paws red, watched as his life ebbed away in to the dying soil.
The tiny body lifted so easily in her jaws, the body lolled, lifeless where before it had wriggled and she walked. She walked away from this place, away from the horror she had lived with, her moral compass no longer pointed towards the pride that had raised her, it pointed, else where, where it would lead her she did not know, but she would follow it to the end.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 2:09 pm
Yaaay entires! ilu guys. heart
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 4:44 pm
I think almost everyone has at least one entry now. Groood, grooood.
Also, ticket please?
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 5:13 pm
Applying for: Fefe
Player of Fefe: Kaelyndra
What is the significance of her name, Fefe? Was it her mother or her father that gave the name to her?
"It's getting dark, come in."
The grass twitched slightly where it was struck with a small, whip-like dark tail. The figure it was attached to was covered, where the long, dry, gold stalks had curled over the newly born cub. There was no verbal answer.
A long moment past, a mother's dark eyes watching the nearly still form of her offspring. Then, a warning stamp of her foot. Her ears went back in worry when the little tail stilled. It took the lioness only a few steps to part the long grass, and find two ears pointed forwards, and a face that was intent on some image through the crossing planes of foliage.
"Come on." No answer. A sigh, before it was picked up by the scruff, and only then was there sound.
"No!" It was loud, and the cub wiggled and scratched at the air. It was not a fearful proclamation, but one of very strong retort.
A smile perked at the corner of the mother's lips. "Hmm," she said. "Shhhh." And took the young, dark female cub with her despite her retorts.
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The cave was cool, despite the evening's warm atmosphere. "I found her imitating a rock in the grass again."
With a mutter that showed he only heard part of the conversation, her short, strong mate answered, "Name her grass, then. Fefe."
The cub was set down, and allowed to stamp its paws angrily towards its siblings. The mother cast it a long glance. "That seems like such a . . . bad name for a cub."
The male shrugged, as though it were not important.
But, bad or no, the name stuck. It slipped from the mother's tongue one evening, and if she had ever been given a different name, Fefe eventually replaced it entirely.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 9:03 pm
Hey guys, I'm going to do my best to get this finished tomorrow - so if you're the only one trying for a character, you may just be in luck! >> So try to drag more people in tomorrow if you can~!
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 10:32 pm
Applying for: Ruva and Idris
Player of Ruva: Painted Moose
Player of Idris: Cornetified
**This is our reply to the prompt from when they were still a combo. It said that Tungiza had recieved a vision about the two of them, and asked what their story was that led up to that vision.**
Years ago, two female cubs, the closest of friends, lived contently with their pride. They were rambunctious and lively, as any cubs should be. One day they had a fight, as cubs tend to do, but something about it struck hard into their minds. A grudge grew and festered within them until their friendship was completely broken. As time passed, their anger grew like their bodies, and the very sight of each other risked an argument. If it is dare asked of them to explain their anger, the poor inquisitive soul will have his or her nose buried into the ground. This isn’t because the girls didn’t want to say, but simply because they couldn’t. Not even they could remember what they had originally argued about. They only knew that they were angry. Being in the same pride, it was sometimes difficult for the females to keep their distances. The girl Idris spent her time with her brother, Ikenna, whom she looked up to greatly. The girl Ruva spent her time watching over the young cubs, always having a soft spot for their innocent and dependant faces. This kept a somewhat decent amount of harmony in the pride, but it wouldn’t last.
They were on the brink of adulthood when the tolerance of the females and the pack suddenly reached its limit. It was the dry season, and everyone in the pride was a little on the sour side after traveling through the heat. The heat wasn’t only from the burning sun though. Within the pack, another fire was burning.
Ruva wasn’t shy about her crush on Ikanna, but she was careful. Whenever she encountered him, she played the part of a perfect lady, with a little flirting on the side to keep his interest. It was when he started to reciprocate her actions that she started to gossip. Within a short amount of time, all the females in the pride knew of her intentions and were apt to feed her ego by demanding details.
Idris herself had little interest in having a male. She saw it as a silly rule, and was content being her own woman. Besides, she had her brother to watch out for. While he was a strong and competent male, he was still her dear brother. She considered it a stroke of luck that she heard of Ruva’s intentions before such nonsense could actually occur. No way was she going to let that Ruva ruin her brother’s life like that! Of course, she figured her dear sweet brother returning Ruva’s feelings was simply hogwash.
Waiting until the cooler evening, Idris was waiting by the shallow river, pacing a rut into the uncovered shore. Soon enough, here came Ruva with her friends and their gossip. Unfortunately, Ikanna was the topic, which only added to her anger. Unable to hold back a moment longer, she leapt from her hiding place and confronted the other female. Of course, Ruva wasn’t going to have Idris get in the way of her desires. Immediately, they launched at each other’s throats, the festered anger finally reaching its boiling point, manifested in their relentless aggressions. The other females stood off to the side with their jaws on the ground, unused to the fury before them. One had the brains to go for help.
By the time help came, the two fighters, blinded by their anger, had tumbled into the shallows of the river, unaware of the strange logs that seemed to float toward their splashing. Of course, who had the female brought to help but none other than the motive for the brutal fight, Ikanna. Always with a level head, Ikanna first tried yelling to the females, but to no avail. Looking around in the hopes that someone else might have been fetched to aid him, he noticed what no one else had; that the strange logs were not simple logs, but crocodiles that had been drawn by the splashing and bloodshed. He couldn’t wait! His precious sister and the girl who held another place in his heart were in danger! He leapt into the water with a furious roar, putting himself in between the girls and the ravenous crocodiles.
It was Idris who was first pulled from the red rage that had been grasping her. Her brother’s roar so close by made her lift her head. Ruva’s attention soon followed Idris’, wondering what Ikanna was doing. Yelping as he pushed them back toward dry land, both screamed when he vanished under the water. Helpless, their fight forgotten, the other females had to pull the torn females out the rest of the way, both stunned and frozen. Where was Ikanna?! Splashing sounded down the river, and everyone’s heads turned to see the brave male dragging himself from the river. Idris and Ruva were the first to reach him. The first and last thing they have worked on together since their childhood was getting him back to the rest of the pride.
Worn down from the fight and the shock, the females simply sat outside the healer’s den while Ikanna was evaluated. The pride elder emerged from the den, his face cold as stone as he broke the news. One of Ikanna’s legs had been broken, and he would never be able to use it properly again. For the time being, his status as a guard was stripped; a devastating blow. Ruva and Idris of course started to place the blame on each other, but the elder would hear none of it. The entire pride had had enough of their fighting, and now someone had been injured because of it. Enough was enough. And so, without even a chance to see Ikanna, both girls were banished from the pride, sent to fend for themselves in the heat.
For whatever reason, perhaps just to simply have an outlet for their anger, the females remained together as they left the pride, their shouts and snarls heard even after they vanished into the distance, guilt and blame fanning the flames of their old rivalry. Days later, they had lost the strength to yell. Though traveling together, their inability to work together made food that much harder to find during this dry season. They laid in the skimpy shade of a thin and dying tree, which mimicked their weak forms panting underneath. It was almost a miracle when a lion with pale fur and a proud mane came along and told them he had seen them in a vision, and that he was there to offer his help, if they would accept it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 11:09 pm
I just wanted to make a note that me and Hanging Gallow are working on a entry for Samawati & Waridi.
We're mostly finished with it, HG just has to check it over to see if she needs/wants to make any last corrections before we post it.
We should have it in some time tomorrow morning or tomorrow afternoon, but I just wanted to mention it, just in case you wanted to close the contest early and we hadn't got our entry posted yet. -squeak-
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 12:26 am
I entered for Ubongo on page 9, but I didn't see my name on the list? (The entry for him on page 10 is listed)
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 6:15 am
Applying for: Zene
Player of Zene:
Zene had been on her own since juvenile, at least until she was taken in my Tungiza's group. What happened? This is digging into her backstory, so feel free to come up with whatever you'd like.
Zene has lived a very unstable, jagged life. She was born to a loving couple who made their home in a small pride called the Mamoja, a small band of lions who believed in close relationships and working as one for a common goal. One day, when Zene was just a juvenile, she and her mother were out playing in a stream that ran across the pridal borders. They returned late in the afternoon, looking forward to the fresh meat they would be eating for dinner and the company of her father, to find that every single member of the pride had vanished without a trace. Zene and her mother, both distraught, searched high and low for days but could not find any sign of the others or her father. With their hope gone, she and her mother decided to try and make a new life for themselves away from their old pride lands.
The new lifestyle was tough on the young Zene, but the one who struggled the most was her mother. A broken heart and depression from the loss of her mate and the stress of having to provide for herself and her daughter beat down on the lioness until one day she could take the stress no more and she passed away. With the loss of her father and her pride and the sudden loss of her mother, Zene became all but hollow, still doing all the basic things to keep herself alive, but all feelings lost thanks to the trauma she had experienced at a young age.
Zene's will to live was weak, so much so that she often chose to go without food and water for days. This took it's toll on the young lioness, and one day, she passed out from exhaustion. Some time later she found herself awakening with the sensation of water hitting her on the face. Her rescuer was an adult female wild dog. The wild dog nursed the young lioness back to health and the two remained together from then on.
They grew to love each other, the wild dog becoming like a mother to the lioness. With someone to lean on, the exuberance and joy for life that Zene had once shown slowly began to appear again. The wild dog had brought her back to life in more ways than one.
They remained together for some time, until Zene grew into a beautiful young adult. By now the wild dog was becoming old, a fact which Zene was all too aware of. The lioness, not wanting to have to see another she loved so dearly die, fled in the night away from the one who had gave her so much.
It was then she was found wandering the rogue lands by the others and brought into their group, headed to the Pridelands.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 6:46 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 8:15 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 9:10 am
Applying for: Jambazi, Chamba, and Hima
Player of Jambazi: hanging gallow
Player of Chamba: Club Snails
Player of Hima: C.C.GQuote: Tungiza came across the siblings shortly after their parents died. What happened to the rest of Jambazi's siblings? What caused their parents' death? Work together on this.
"I think there is water coming in the distance." Jambazi said, hoping to give his sister's some sort of hope. Hima seemed to pick up some speed as he glanced at his sisters giving them a gentle smile. He noticed Chamba eye's starting to well to tears. He wished that she had merely gotten some dirt in her eyes, but he knew that that was not the case. He stopped for a moment and looked at his sister with a look of concern on his face as his eyebrows furrowed. "What is the matter Chamba?"
Hima looked at her sister and wrapped her tail around Chamba's. "Chamba is fine. We are all fine. All we need is some cool water and some delicious meat. Isn't that right Chamba?" Hima swooped her head down to catch Chamba's gaze, smiling reassuringly at her sister. Looming closer, the female rubbed her form side long against the soft flank of the cub beside her, "It's okay, we are here." Hima muttered into her sister's ear, having rested her chin on the groove of the shoulder's shoulder blade.
Chamba meekly nodded her head as brown glossy eyes reddened, threatening to tear up again. The familiar sting to the eyes. Stifling a whimper, the young female bowed her head a fraction, sniffling lightly. She was still so tired from the previous cry session. The tawny little cub fanned her eyes slowly, as if trying to hide the fact they were getting dewy.
Jambazi bent down and brush his nose tip against her's. "Mother and Father would want us to keep going Chamba. You want to make them proud don't you?" he gave her a huge grin to reassure her that everything would be fine. What happened to their parents and brother had been tough on all of them, however Chamba wasn't able to hold it in like her siblings. Once he was sure that Chamba was feeling well enough he continued to walk not wanting to linger if water was nearby.
Hima walked close to her sister, stealing glances between them in attempt to lighten her hardened expression. Showering affection when it was needed most Hima was the one who resembled a mother coddling a sniffling cub. Leaning in, the youth dragged her tongue along the furred cheek of her sister and smiled as if to say 'It's gonna be alright'.
Chamba looked at her sister and sent her a silent 'thank you' with her eyes. A faint smile spread on Jambazi's maw with the thought of his sisters still managing to find some light in this bleak situation. Fanning his tail slowly behind himself, the male bopped the tuft of his tail against Chamba's playfully, in attempt to get a smile out of her.
The sweet kiss coupled with the ticklish sensation to her snout caused Chamba to hesitate, blinking in shock before finally... her tender smile returned, all thanks to her sibling's facilitation.
They continued walking until they reached a small watering hole. Other creatures who seemed to be affected by the drought were there as well however the siblings kept to themselves. They saw another family, much like their own, obviously missing some members as the familiar faces of mourning lingered.
"Do you think big brother will find us?" Hima asked her brother after taking a large mouth full of water, staring at him intensely. "Is he still mourning over father and mother?" Chamba perked her ears up as she was curious about the whereabouts of her other brother, Jambazi's littermate.
Jambazi tensed up and kept his head down as if he was drinking to fill his thirst not wanting to let his eyes betray his true feelings. He hadn't told his sisters what had happened to their brother, telling them that their parents death was hard enough to do. He had hoped that they wouldn't bring it up so soon not wanting to taint their fond memories of him or even in phrase "speak ill of the dead."
"He is still at the place where I buried our parents but we should be more worried about finding a place that all of us can call home." That was the truth, though a bit stretched. Jambazi did not mention the fact that their eldest brother was buried with their parents, nor did he mention that their eldest brother was the one how had murdered them. Why trouble the sisters with such details when it was easier to be at ease? He knew the familiar pangs of guilt that spread across his heart as he lied to them bluntly however once they were older and their emotions on the subject quelled, he would tell them. For now his top priority would be to find them a place to call home where they could live happily leaving their past behind them.
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