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 Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 7:32 pm
The Leader
Username: Mogami
Name of The Leader: Petruchio
Name Meaning: From "The Taming of the Shrew"
Prompt: A mix of all three but mostly 2...
History: Petruchio has always been a leader. Even as a cub, others looked at him with wonder and respect and the bright lion's lively character always provided him with a steady group of followers wherever he went. Which was just about any place in the rogue lands as Petruchio has shown great difficulty in settling in in a place for too long. He lives for his own amusement which is why he has embarcaded on a journey find this interesting pride he's heard so much about. He will flirt with just about anything that stays still for too long but he's always a gentleman - even if a rather imposing one at times.
Prompt:
Petruchio walked slowly in the night, each step taking him closer to the dark depths of the eerily silent forest. Though he made an effort to be quiet, his bright coat attracted the pale moonlight from above causing the lion to stick out rather obviously. He was middle-aged but still had the youthful charm that he’d found so useful during his younger days – and more recently with his little band of stragglers that had for one reason or another followed him all the way to this fascinating pride.
At first glance, he knew himself to be charming and mysterious with an overly formal speech pattern that didn’t seem to allow contractions… it got others’ attention, it did. He always did seem to draw others near and he obviously wasn’t above using such ability to his advantage.
Petruchio usually appeared to be completely relaxed no matter where he was and what he was doing. There never seemed to be place in this world where the bright lion didn’t appear to be completely at ease. Still, there was a unusual amount of worry in the yellow gaze of the lion as his paws silently crushed the soft grass. He still felt responsible for the group he’d brought to the pride and now there already seemed to be trouble with some of them. And the kids, no less. At the very least, it was his responsibility to make sure that they would settle in properly.
So he was quite relieved when he saw the shape of a young lioness just a little bit ahead. Ah, there was one of them. Poor thing was probably scared out of her mind, she looked so still.
“Hello, child.” He said pleasantly,forcing his voice into a lower tone filled with depth and mystique. He’d always had a tendency to call everyone things like “son”, “child” or “dear lady” and he did so quite naturally. “I am glad I found you. Do not worry, little one, for you are safe now.”
It wasn’t long before he realized his mistake. When he moved to touch the young lioness reassuringly, he met a paw of unsheathed claws that barely missed his nose. He did not know the little one so the cub was probably an older member of the pride and it took a lot fancy words to get her to trust Petruchio enough to follow him. She was a funny little thing, the bright lion thought. Judging by her purple coat and haughty attitude, she was very much aware of her place amongst the nobility and quite happy to show it. She had also also been very much scared and lost which despite being painfully obvious, she tried to compensate with a good dose of arrogance and half-hearted nasty remarks. Even though she wasn’t one of the cubs he’s set out to find, he had to get her safely home.
“Come on, child. Do keep up.” He said jovially, looking over his shoulder.
“Don’t you dare speak to me in such a way, you… commoner!”
“There there, little princess. No need to use such words.”
She feigned absolute confidence as she followed after the bright lion spitting out names like “commoner”, “filthy scoundrel” and many other more creative ones with surprising frequency and using a strange tone of command that didn’t suit such a young girl. Petruchio was tempted to laugh at the little one’s attitude but he considered it to be a far too rude action to take (and one that would probably only fuel her “noble attitude”). But she was obviously relieved to have a way back home and the bright lion was rather pleased to have been the one to rescue her.
"How can you possible survive when your coat draws so much attention? It is amazing that you have managed to..." she trailed off on her own probably because she found the silent forest to much to bear.
Petruchio laughed to himself. This strange pride would suit him just fine. Full of drama and excitement… yes, he would definitely fit here. Perhaps he would even take on the role of a Player - it seemed like that was where all the fun was. Maybe he could even woo a noble girl and create a little bit more of spicy drama. Well, not too soon hopefully. He had just been accepted with open paws by the King and it would be poor repayment to start causing trouble so soon. No matter, he’d find ways to amuse himself. Ways that wouldn’t upset Bwana. So far, judging by no-longer-lost young girl trailing behind him, he seemed to be doing a pretty good job at validating the King’s trust.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 7:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 8:33 pm
The Stranger
Username: Mogami
Name of The Stranger: Banquo
Name Meaning: The noble and brave general from "Macbeth"
Prompt: Mostly 1
History: Banquo lived a rather boring uneventful life. He was a rogue since birth and mated another rogue later in life. His mate wanted to join a pride to ensure their cubs' safety but Banquo was too confident of his own strenght and wished to find a place that would match his ambitions, a pride where he could rise to a respectful position. This was his downfall. He lost his family to a pack of hyenas and he'll never forgive himself for being out hunting as they were being attacked. Since the dreadful event, Banquo hasn't spoken much.
Prompt: The great white lion was sitting in silence as he watched the moon, thinking about the events that had brought him to these strange lands. He had indeed been lonely, easy prey to the charismatic lion who was as bright in character as he was in pelt. Banquo had quietly merged with the strange group as they moved closer to a pride that promised fun and comfort. After losing his family in a violent confrontation out in the rogue lands and threading many miles all by himself, drained and bitter, the white lion needed to someone like the leader of the group he had later joined, a lion who spread a strange, captivating aura of happiness around him. To this day he still blamed himself for not being with his family when they’d been slaughtered but Banquo found that the bright lion’s presence was enough to silence his worries and regrets, finding some measure of comfort in his life once again. As such, he was not willing to let go of this new-found source of warmth and peace and hastily decided to follow the bright lion wherever he went.
It was probably not the best idea he’d ever made as Banquo quickly realized he had some reservations regarding this pride. For what little he understood of it, this pride was filled with loud and vain creatures for the most part, lions who lived deep in the forest and were regarded as “odd” by everyone else and purple lions full of prejudice and arrogance who walked around like they were superior to every living creature around them. The white lion sighed, leaning against a large rock formation close to where he’d found the abandoned den he now called home. Though he had been accepted into the small group, he had never really bonded with the other lions and everyone seemed to eye him suspiciously, as if they were constantly wondering what he was thinking. He wasn’t even asked to join the search for the missing cubs and he was worried about the little ones in the forest. It was his fault, surely, it was to be expected that others were wary of his near-mute personality.
Despite his doubts and the fact that Ban is loyal to none but himself (and to a lesser degree to the odd fellow that brought him to this pride), he was fully committed to the Suka’Fumo from the moment he was accepted and he will respect the rules that have been explained to him. After all, despite its "faults" this noisy pride seems like the perfect place to escape his sorrow.
The white lion yawned, closing his eyes as he listened for the sounds of the slumbering pride around him, considering his options for the future. No artistic path for him, that much was sure. Banquo hoped to find something that would fit his character a little better. A Scholar perhaps, one that only teaches older students. The sight of innocent little cubs is still far too harsh on him, after all.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 8:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 10:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 11:07 pm
All the World's a Stage: Username: Zero and below
SoA's Name: Zambarau'Ua "Purple Flower"
Gender: Female
Species: Lion
Stage: Cub
Rank: Cub (hopefulyl a Noble or Nurse when older)
Personality: Zamba, as many call her, is a sweet little thing. Her pet glows of higher status but she certainly does not keep her head to high. She is lovely and elegant for her age and quite the young lady. She loves to meet others and can often find herself exploring to meet others of lower ranks even if she's not supposed to. You could kind of call her a loyal princess to all her people. Her abandonment never caused pain but only a need to help and be there for others.
History: It was always just her and her mother travelling since she could remember, her dad was just another fling for her mom. They travelled upon the Suka'Fumo pride when she was still just a young cub. Her mother had seen what potential her cub had in this pride and decided to abandon her. Besides she was white pelted, hey would have been separated and she felt she had another path the lead. So she left Zamba alone in the hands of this pride, something Zamba never regretted or grudged against her mother for doing.
Description: think this light cream pelt with light and dark mottle purpled covering all a round. This beautiful shadow of purple on her eyes that seem to bring out her deep bordered purple eyes like this.
The rest is reall cc. I just want her to represent the elegance and beauty of a flower. It would be cool if you could add a flower somewhere as an item (optional)
Reference Image(s): ** see above
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 6:11 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 9:34 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 10:50 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 12:08 pm
The Leader
Username:
Name of The Leader: Anshu
Name Meaning: Beam of Sunlight
Prompt: 2
History: Anshu was born in the rogue lands and grew up in the company of his mother and other siblings without the presence of his father. His mother was viciously distrustful of prides and males, insisting that all either wanted to do was trap you in a role that you weren't meant to be in and suppress you. She did her best to instill this idea into the minds of her cubs and especially Anshu's sisters. Much to his mother's dismay, Anshu always longed to explore, meet others, and see just what this pride business was all about.
While his mother failed to instill a fear of others in Anshu, she managed to make sure that Anshu was fully confident in who he was, and didn't let others tell him what to be. Others often seem to interpret this solid sense of self, and Anshu's skill with speech as leadership, however often he is just marching to the beat of his own drum and is so busy enjoying the attention he doesn't realize where he's marching his little group too. Anshu has a natural curiosity, a light hearted manner, and a love of attention. He can sometimes come off as a bit of an idealist and tends to see whatever group he finds himself in as one big family.
Prompt: The sunspot that Anshu found himself lying in was wonderfully warm and comfortable. He gave a great yawn and settled his head onto his paws for a well deserved nap. Helping the players set up some of their props had been tiring work, even if it had been quite fun. Suddenly there was a shadow over his sunspot and someone was babbling something to him in an upset manner. He lifted his head and blinked at the lioness sleepily trying to wake up enough to place her face and to understand her words.
With another yawn, Anshu realized it was one of the lionesses that had come with him to the pride and as he focused in on her words Anshu was able to discern that apparently the other lioness that had come with them to the pride had fled and abandoned all the cubs in her care in the large forest. Anshu couldn't help an exasperated sigh. He wondered why the lioness had fled, but he was more worried about the poor cubs lost and alone in the forest. He stood and gave a luxurious stretch before turning to the lioness that was speaking to him.
"Thank you for telling me, I'll make sure they get found." Anshu gave her a reassuring smile and as she walked away he sat back on the ground with a soft thumping noise. The forest was really too large to scour all by himself and Anshu knew it. Besides, even if he could do it by himself, why would he want to? Furthermore, he wasn't going to take care of all those cubs by himself, he liked cubs and all but he wasn't ready to be a father just yet.
Anshu began making rounds all around the pride telling everyone he saw of the cub's plight. He told them of the awful act of abandonment by the lioness he had trusted, and how he feared for their safety in the large woods. The pride members seemed to have a inherent distrust of the forest so that line seemed rather affective. Anshu made sure not to leave out the part that they would need someone to care for them, maybe not as a group but individually. Soon he had a nice amount of lions heading off into the woods to search for the cubs, at least one for each of them.
Taking a brief and longing back and his sunspot Anshu decided that no matter how tempting, it probably wouldn't look good if he was caught napping after all his grand speeches about the peril the cubs were in. So he too headed into the forest to search for the cubs as well. If he found any, well, he'd make sure they found a good home with a lion or lioness that he thought seemed trustworthy.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 1:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 1:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 1:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 2:19 pm
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