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 Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 6:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 8:22 pm
I Have Class
Name: H'lakwara
Owner's Name: ShinosBee
Prompt Response: Prompt 3 Wrote:Has she ever fallen in love? If so, with whom? If not, why not? Was it her age, or does she simply not believe in love? Give a quick insight into this girl's romantic (or not so romantic) background.
Love?
"Meaningless nonsense. A weakness that festers in and bereaves the hearts of lesser beings; those with lesser ambitions, meager strength of will...pitiful self control." H'la's claw scraped idly across the ridge of a sun-baked skull. A lion's skull, long since lovingly stripped of flesh and then washed clean with paws more gentle than a mother's on her own cubs. It was, upon close inspection, too small to be that of an adult. If one knew where and how to look, they would also be able to surmise that it came from a male lion. Her claw traced a familiar line over the alabaster surface, but left no mark, so gentle was her touch. The female who'd posed the question of love seemed distressed by the gesture--though perhaps more by the disturbingly fond look H'la aimed at the macabre trophy.
Her tail flicked, sending a puff of dust spiraling up to the heavens where it was scattered on a passing breeze. It was true, she had no love, for lack of better word, to lose on love, but there had been once. One brief time long ago where her heart had stirred. Through patience and earnestness it had been woken; in her chest she'd felt it twist and roll, languid and slow from lack of use, casting tall shadows across the brilliant landscape that was her inner self. It had been a twisted thing, her love thus woken, though some part of her had and did still cherish it.
And now and then her mind cast back to that time when dark and craven thoughts clawed at her mind and body, and her loving look cast upon the skull split wide with teeth that had torn the flesh so, so gently from it.
She hadn't wanted to waste something so precious, so terribly difficult a memento to come by, had she?
She turned her attention from the queasy lioness who was all too glad to be free to leave H'la's side, relishing the imagined scent of blood and fear shed long ago. She turned the skull in her paws, staring into the empty sockets that seemed still to watch her, watch over her, to spark with the love the eyes they'd held had once tried to communicate to her. He had been so insistent. Persuasive. Irritatingly untiring. He'd courted her with all the energy their youth had given them, bringing her fresh meat, helping her with her every desire. More a slave than a partner. And in the end, he'd simply been too...submissive? No, that was not it. Too alien, perhaps, from her own nature to suffice as a mate. Even when she'd decided and told him, he seemed not to understand. He'd stood in confused, pleading silence as she cut him apart first with her words, and then with her claws. Pathetic? Perhaps.
To the end it had been his love for her that had kept him from fleeing. Perhaps he'd thought it was a joke on her part. Thought that surely, after so much time, she must feel the same. She would never understand. Or rather, he had never understood her. And yet, she had found that the long hours spent in his company were not easily filled with only herself to keep them. She'd pulled his head from his mangled body with such delicacy. If his absence would distract her from her own desires and plots, then she would simply have him along.
And wasn't that what he had wanted all along? Wouldn't he be happy now, then, at her side forever? He had loved her, once, hadn't he?
With one paw she moved the skull up, down. Yes.
Dark & Handsome
Name: Galus
Owner's Name: ShinosBee
Personality: Mischievous, sly, a thief, but caring and genuine. It's all about what you can bring to the table, and if you get caught or in trouble, he's never heard of you. He doesn't really give a rat's arse over the Nergui or anyone else's establishment, aside from that sometimes the Nergui don't pick clean bodies of trinkets and things once they kill them. He himself doesn't really like to kill, but will when necessary. Like if he's attacked or someone unimportant, like a hired paw, gets in his way.
Plot Plans: Form a wicked band of thieves that pilfer and plunder and hopefully are sanctioned by some otherwise nice-seeming pride that doesn't wanna dirty their own paws, etc. Or just roving rogue/rogue group that takes as they please.
Edited 6/12
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 8:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 8:33 pm
/advertising all up in this!
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 8:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 8:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 8:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 9:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 9:26 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 9:45 pm
Dark & Handsome
Name: Arduvezi (little slate)
Owner's Name: Mtorolite
Personality: Named for the type of rock that takes marks so well, Arduvezi is like a mirror to the other lions he has met with. Since his mother was willing to associate with so many different types, Arduvezi became a master of adapting himself to any situation - respectful to the gods, arrogant to smaller creatures, gentlemanly to shy females, brash and forward to females that were forward with him. On first meeting him, most other lions aren't sure what to make of him; polite enough, but reserved. Only after a few days of being in his company does a personality begin to emerge- something that will complement his fellows.
He is very respectful of his mother and other gods - he has seen what they can do.
Plot Plans:Although Arduvezi is a seer, son of a goddess, he doesn't play up that part of his life. His visions are unsettling and hard to interpret; he usually does not even try. After a vision, he makes it a point to forget about it as quickly as possible. After leaving his mother, Aruvezi will decide to go meet his father - and his lost sister - just to see what they are like. He isn't planning on staying with them, but he does want to see what they are like. Arduvezi figures eventually he'll settle down - somewhere where the other lions don't make him too uncomfortable, where the hunting is good, and where he can make the most of his good looks and fluid personality with the ladies.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 9:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 1:27 am
heart Firstly, I'm advertising!
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 2:54 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 3:30 am
*jumps the bandwagon* I'm advertising too smile And I need to see if I can come up with something for these guys...
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 3:37 am
I Have Class
Name: Mei-Xing (As beautiful, and as cold and empty as a star)
Owner's Name: Tanakako
Prompt Response: #1
Gazing down at the juvenile mewling and squirming on the ground, she waited to feel something, anything... Hatred, love, compassion, the urge to shut it up or nurture it.. but there was nothing. Staring at the pile of fur streaked in blood and half-trapped under its dead mother’s carcass, she felt nothing whatsoever, empty of emotion and reaction. Intellectually she knew she should have some kind of reaction to the sight before her. Faded memories of a pride rife with emotion lingered like ghosts in her mind. Siblings who had laughed and played and fought with each other, expressing everything she herself had once desired to do so but had lacked the action to go along with the emotion. Now, even that faint half-formed sensation had faded away, leaving her empty, blank inside. She could not even feel anger at her own lack of emotion, for anger itself was an emotion. She could not remember the last time she truly felt anything but faded echoes of the feelings her siblings had expressed so easily.
Finally a familiar sensation unfurled in her. Not the strong pulsing living emotion most lions seemed to possess, but a dull, faint ache of annoyance that only made her stern expression more pronounced. That was all she was left with, the intellectual reaction to her own inability to feel. The faint dissatisfaction of knowing she was missing something, something everyone else appeared to have without even realising it. Not even jealousy of these other lions touched her. Just the knowledge that she was different.. broken somehow.
What would it take to make her feel? Was she even capable of such a thing? Consciously she knew she should have some kind of opinion one way or the other about the half-dead cub before her. Her mother certainly had emotions, though sometimes they were difficult to understand and dissect. Her father, what she remembered of him, had plenty of emotions and the pride that had been her birthplace were full of them.. Hatred, bloodlust and murderous rages.. they had wallowed in their emotions, thrilled with them and changed the world with them. But she...? Nothing. She didn’t even feel cold.. there was just an absence of feeling. Hunting didn’t stir her hunger, males didn’t stir her lust, a half dead youth didn’t stir her compassion... Sighing deeply she shook her mane from her eyes and looked again at the cub before her. Its cries had been growing fainter as it gradually weakened. She knew it was dying, could smell it slowly creeping up on the youngster and yet still, she felt no reaction to this occurrence, just the knowledge that she was the last hope the young juvenile had, its survival or demise depended on her actions in the next few minutes.
Finally she dropped her head and grabbed hold of the mother’s stiff body, hauling it off the still whimpering youth. Grabbing the small body by the scruff of its neck she lifted it before turning away, the wriggling bundle dangling from her maw. She didn’t know what she was going to do with it yet.. maybe she would find another female and leave it at her den, or she could raise it herself. She didn’t feel any inclination to either course but there was a vague, half-acknowledged thought in the back of her mind, lingering without pressing forwards as if testing the waters of her acceptance. Maybe she would keep the ball of blood streaked fur with her for a while, just long enough to see if it could provoke a reaction in her. It may annoy her or endear itself to her... either would be welcomed. She just wanted to feel something.
(f there is a name theme, I am more than happy to change the name. )
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