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 Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 11:39 am
Day 3 of advertising smile
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 12:44 pm
Children With Their Judgment Looked:Name: Princess_Feylin
SoA: Pur'Jed
Image: here
Reason: Pur went and had herself a fling with a rogue lion which resulted in three cubs. To prevent further shame from falling on her family, she left the pride to have her cubs, claiming publicly that she was going to visit her sister and her cubs. She will abandon her cubs when they're juveniles (which should be in February) and return to the pride. When she gets back she'll be throwing herself into pride activities and trying to make up for lost time and regain her mother's goodwill (and her father's, but mostly her mother's). Since her mother is advocating taking in cubs and Pur will actually be missing her own cubs, this is one of the activities she'll actually go about with relish. It would probably be hard her for her, but also help her to get over the depression from abandoning her cubs, which isn't as easy as she thought it'd be.
Will you be able to participate in a group RP?: Yes. I can participate.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 1:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 1:39 pm
What a Piece of Work is a Man
The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
All the World's a Stage:
Username: Quiet_Wolf
SoA's Name: Msamaki (she named herself, hence the boys' name)
Gender: Female (as far as actual anatomy)
Species: Lion
Stage: Perma-adol
Rank: Groundling
Personality: Msamaki is a fun-loving, outgoing lioness. She's very imaginative, and likes to make things up. It's not uncommon for her to lie, but she'll usually fess-up after she's suckered them in. If she remembers... but they're usually just a few, little lies. No harm, no foul, right?
The biggest quirk in her personality is that she often lies about her gender. She flip-flops back and forth between male and female. Oddly enough, it doesn't really feel like a lie....
(Msamaki is bigendered. She alternately switches gender identity.)
History: She's been in the forest her whole life! Or, at least that's what she says. It's probably true. Maybe.
Anyway, she's had an awesome time horsing around in a society that has no sense of status. Nothing particularly interesting has happened in her past, though she has been known to leave the forest to see shows. Msamaki is fascinated by the players, and hangs out with them from time to time. They rarely seem to want to come to her home, though. Hmm, I wonder why?
Description: CC, though it would be nice if she had just a tiny bit of purple. For irony (;
Reference Image(s): N/A
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 1:41 pm
I'm advertising 1/25, Day 3.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 1:41 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 2:04 pm
lol good ole Maua..inspiring cub caretakers all over!
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 2:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 2:49 pm
The Leader
Username: magnadearel
Name of The Leader: Tas'bure
Name Meaning: None
Prompt: 3
History: Tas’bure was born in a litter of four to a rogue lioness. He was always the strongest among his litter. Thus, he made sure he got more to eat than his siblings. As he grew he had a healthy respect; respect for himself that is, and expected everyone to do like-wise. By adolescence he’d left his family to start out on his own.
Life has taught him how to get what he wanted; either by fancy words or flexing his physical muscles. Tas’bure liked use both methods one made him look smarter than everyone else, and the other showed he was much stronger than everyone else.
In his adulthood he began to collect others. His little ‘following’ he called them, but only to himself. It wouldn’t do for them to get ideas before he was ready to use them. Tas’bure fully intended to find ways that his followers could build his power and prestige.
Prompt: (This pride seems to have a thing for purple lions. What is your reaction when one of the nobles snubs you without a second thought? In this prompt, you may play an unnamed noble, unless you have permission to use someone's character, or you have one of your own you can throw in.)
Tas was having a stroll by himself shortly after he and his group had joined the pride. He had noted the definite preference to purple lions holding all the power. Tonight was about seeing what he could do about that. When he had agreed to join it wasn’t acceptable to be cast into the lower ranks.
Coming toward him on the path was a lion mostly colored in purple. Tas smiled and greeted him politely enough. His muscles went tense with the other’s snarl and unflattering words muttered under his breath. With sensitive ears he caught the gist of the noble’s words and his blood started to boil.
He turned as the noble shoved past and watched the retreating back. Yellow eyes narrowed and his lips curled back in a silent snarl. Tas promised himself that when the time came, he would be sure that particular noble suffered at his paws. First he needed a better understanding of the ranks and a firm backing behind him.
Someday, Tas’bure would not sit tamely by. On that day there would surely be bloodshed.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 3:11 pm
Cajanic Mei Silja Caja, I noticed everyone trying for the custom is doing an adult. Does that mean you only want adults or could I pick a cubby for an age? Also the pride favors things like beads feathers furs. Should I request items in the custom? Or is it something to get for a lion after, in one of those user run shops?
Items are up to you to get if you want them. They aren't something that's required for certs or anything, more of a RP thing. xD If you want to get some items at a shop, you're more than welcome to. I, however, do not have permission to make edits on normal SoA lines yet.[Ohhh, way cool! 0-0 -Needs to think of a nice little SoA to enter.-
-Pats- No worries, I bet soon you shall!~ Hehe, I will see about those neat items later; for now must see to the designing!~
Thanks for answering me so quickly. ^^
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 4:06 pm
First day of advertising!
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 4:47 pm
edit:1/26, accidently posted same number twice <3
Advertising Day 4!
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 5:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 6:07 pm
The Stranger
Username: Quiet_Wolf
Name of The Stranger: Zola
Name Meaning: Quietness
Prompt: 2
History: Zola's history is pretty bland. He was the only cub born of a rogue lioness, who eventually passed away. Up until her death, they roamed together. After she died, Zola just kept moving. Eventually, he met up with this motley band, and had absolutely no objections to joining a pride.
Prompt:
I don't know why they're so suspicious. They cast sidelong glances before establishing a... respectful distance from me. Except some of the purple ones. Some of the purple ones ignore me entirely.
Is a quiet lion such a rarity?
I just don't have much to say is all. I've been on my own for a very long time; with no one to talk to, you learn to live with silence. It's not so bad, and it's not like speech is the only way to communicate. A smile, a shared kill, a touch; all convey much more meaning than a whole slew of words.
And I, thankfully, have been blessed with yet another way to 'speak'.
They like the costume pieces I make.
It started simply enough. I overheard a light lilac lioness confiding in her friend. "It's infuriating," she growled, "I must have twice the muscle and three times the brains of Rosencrantz (that green cheetah with his nose in the sky? You know the one), and yet they'll hear him out before me! Gods, I'd kill to be blessed with a mane..."
I could sympathize. I am sometimes treated as a lesser creature for my color (or lack there of). And, anyway, it wasn't a hard thing to fashion. The next day, I approached her.
"Yes?" she said, somewhat guardedly, "My I help you?" I smiled, shook my head, and pulled the mane out of a make-shift pouch. She looked at it with genuine interest, "What do you want for it?"
"Nothing," my voice was a bit rough, as it hadn't been used that day (or the day before), "I already have one myself, you see."
She must have liked it, because soon I had a few offers. A hyena wanted a pelt to match his natural fur; a leopardess asked for a leather choker; a shy slave wondered if he might trouble me for a bag that could be carried on his neck. I obliged.
Few enough words were exchanged. "What color? How wide? How big?". Other than a simple question or two, no more needs to be said.
I think they understand the meaning of my smile: you're welcome.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 6:27 pm
All the World's a Stage:Username: Mei silja
SoA's Name: Kimeti - Firefly
Gender: Female (Old update -Unless you rather her on the current lines.-)
Species: Lion
Stage: Cubby!~
Rank: Youth, and who knows what in the future!~
Personality: Kimeti as a cub, is a wide eyed and amazed creature. She is captured in awe by most things a lion might fine mundane, such as dew clinging to a leaf and the soft fluttering of a butterfly’s wings. Her curiosity for everything and anything makes her a bundle of energy that is slow to run down. She can fire off one question after another of anything from why the sun sets one way and not the other; to why a rock is not edible. In her questioning her attention can suddenly shift, speaking of a frog and suddenly talking about how odd the weather was. Many and all would call her simple or a bit touched, but really she just thinks too much and too fast.
It’s not wise to have her set loose to wonder, for anything there she will get into and bite and tear to see what it is or does. Nothing is safe; every new animal she meets is fair game to bite to see how they yelp. With all of this, she does have her lucid moments where she is calm and quiet; watching or listening. She can seem to be dozing softly in a nice sunny spot when really she is listening. She is a sweet and open cub. She does not understand the elders like of purple fur, nor does she really care her own is such that she will be a noble when she is older. She is kind to any slave she meets, she can easily talk to them and ask them things as surely as she would sneak off to fine a nurse and ask her what’s all in her bag and what it all does.
She is a mischievous little imp, and by the glowing spots and stripes on her she seems better suited for a wonderling yet it is in the main pride she stays. When she is older one could likely ask her why that was, and her answer would be fairly simple. ‘The Wonderlings are used to pranks, lions here aren’t so much. So it’s more fun to make one of the old grumpy males ruffle his mane as he stepped in a puddle of hidden mud. Or when I ask a question of why he likes purple fur so much and if his hair were to fall out would he not be pink.’
History: Kimeti was born not of the pride or the Wonderlings. She was born away and to a rouge female, and when she was born alone her mother kept her. However when the young mother realized just how hard it was to handle cubs; she abandoned Kimeti. She did not take care to leave her somewhere safe, she simply left her. So it was that the little cub wondered about and found herself suddenly in a place with a rush of activity. It was a huge pride, many felines were purple like herself, but many were odd colors she had never seen. Just as she happened to the pride so did another group and she watched as many different sorts of cubs scatter to the woods. She too followed, and watched as each one was coaxed forward to another to be protected and taught. She kept away though, weary.
So when the last cub was take she was a bit alone. Oh not really, bugs mice and some birds were always about but nothing she could talk to. So she snuck back to the pride, and there she is now. If someone noses around her asking after parents she lies and says their away. Easy feat, since there were so many other new cubs who could tell she wasn’t one of them? She has started to n** food, but she is perfectly fine doing so. In the mean while she explores. She found that if she asked lots of questions, she got lots of answers and learning more she could better fool people into believing her! She liked here, and had no wish to be kicked out because she had no parents or guardians. Her mother abandoned her after all, which meant something was wrong and if her mother thought that then others would. Best to keep a distance.
Still, it was too hard to stay away in the shadows for long and even when she found something to be weary of enough to hide; she slunk back out and went back to playing. It was fun to fool the adults, she wondered for how long she could keep this up!
Description: Her stripes should have been sort of glowy but I couldn't figure out how to make such big things glow. XP; You can of course change her add colors and so on so forth! However here be an image of her to work off of I guess. ^^
Reference Image(s): Idea
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