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 Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 11:23 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 11:24 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 11:39 am
The Stubborn
Username: JetAlmeara
Name of The Stubborn: Heliotrope 'Helio' for short
Name Meaning: Heliotrope is a pink-purple tint that is a representation of the color of the heliotrope flower.
Prompt: 2 with some eluding to 1
History: Helio was born into the Suka'Fumo pride and with a combination of good breeding (resulting in his wonderous purple hide) and his own skill managed to claw his way to one of the top positions. He was steadfast in hs loyalty and stood by the former king unil the very end.
He wasn't sure really if it was his shame in loosing or his inabilit to deal with change that made him leave the pride when the old king was overthrown but he didfind tat none of those reasons outweighted the sheer misery of life in the rogue lands and when he simply couldn't stand it any more he went back...hoping to gain favor by bringing two others with him.
Prompt: (Having been allowed back into the pride, you start to realize things are indeed very different. Non-purple lions everywhere! Mysterious groundlings playing in the woods. Even the king's illegitimate children are running around without care. Do you like these changes you see, or are you completely horrified? Somewhere in between,
perhaps?)
Helios was begining to wonder if he was even in the same Pride anymore - oh sure it was the same land and the king was the same purpe hued beast that had brought him to near ruin in his not so distant past...but change, by the gods the change even in such a relatively short time was immense.
Immense and disturbing. Helios didn't like it..he didn't like it at all, he might as well be living out in the rogue lands still for all the non purple beasts roaming about willy nilly with not a care in the world. It was atrocious really and it left a sour taste in his mouth, a knot in his gut that just wouldn't go away. Was he doomed to spend the rest of his life in such a filthy manner, brushing hides with creatures so clearly undeserving of his presence? He had known change was on the way when he left..but he had not dreamed that things would fall so far so very quickly.
He'd only wanted some peace in his later years..a return to the home he'd worked for and loved so very dearly in his younger years..a respite from the torment of rogue life where no one understood the value of his hide or had any morals what so ever. Instead he was here...in a nightmare abberation of hi beloved memories and to be truthful he was a bit lost...lost and angry and not quite ure how to fix it.
If things even could be fixed at this point. Bwana surely wouldn't speak to him, that one hardly cared for the sanctity of purple to begin with and while some in the pride certainly carried the old flame they were few and far between. The newest of the nobility seemed quite taken with the more open minded lifestyle of the the latest King and Helios was so very ...sad.
Sad about all of it..and he wasn't quite sure just what he was going to do about it yet...
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 11:45 am
All the World's a Stage: Username: JetAlmeara
SoA's Name: Ikran
Gender: male
Species: Cheetah
Stage: Adult
Rank: Costumer
Personality: Ikran honestly doesn't much about the prides silly purple beliefs..he doesn't even care for the plays that the pride puts on beyond the fact that they give him an outlet for his creations anyways. Ikran lives only to create...unless his paws and teeth are busy working to make yet another bit of artwork he's not happy. He's an artist first..a pride member second and would rather take a flying leap off a cliff then deal with politics of any sort.
History: Ikran wasn't born into the pride - but to the rogue lands, a habitat that did little to encourage his creative mind. He hated life in such a dreary fight for every scrap sort of world and when a passing trader mentioned the pride and their love of finely crafted costumes for their plays..well he put that cheetah speed of his to good use and made tracks for the Suka'Fumo.
Description: Iron grey with black stripes, and white dots. Blue eyes/
Reference Image(s): Ikran as a horse
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 1:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 1:09 pm
All the World's a Stage:Username: She-Ra of Etheria
SoA's Name: Najara
Gender: Female
Species: Cheetah
Stage: Adult
Rank: Player
Personality: Najara can be a bit over dramatic at times, but this bodes well for her role as a player. She is most at home on the stage but is also happy when amongst the tinkerers and costumers. Generally cheery, unless someone interrupts her while she is practicing for a play, Najara can make friends with just about anyone in the pride. She also has an excellent memory, able to memorize not only her lines but others as well in usually one sitting.
History: Born to a mother who was a Player in the pride and a rogue father, Najara grew up amidst all of the Players and Costumers. She was a born actress, always trying to get others attentions to show off some little routine that she made up while waiting for her mother or memorizing lines even when she was too young to preform. So when the time came for her to pick what role she would fulfill in the pride the choice came easy, she would be a Player like her mother. Najara lives to preform and is at her happiest when on the stage, though she also enjoys pestering the Costumers about getting their work done on time.
Description: Pretty much follow ref picture only make the colors more blue-grey.
Reference Image(s): Ref
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 1:13 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 1:16 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 2:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 3:51 pm
I'm advertising 2/4, Day 13.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 8:25 pm
The Stubborn
Username: Club Snails
Name of The Stubborn: Uaminifu
Name Meaning: Trust (Swahili)
Prompt: 3
History: Uaminifu, usually called Minfu, was the oldest cub of two nobles. He was also the only pure purple fur. Ever since he was little and playing with his siblings, he knew he was special. Far more special than any of his siblings. His parents gave him special treatment and gave him anything he wanted.
Minfu often thought that because he was special that he could get away with anything. He started getting into fights with other lions whose coats were not purely purple. His parents gave him a scolding and told him that even though he was superior, he needed to respect others. And that if he couldn't do that, at least act like he respected them.
Growing up, Minfu had little to no interest in entertainment. He would occasionally watch performances that the middle class put on, but normally it bored him.. The only time it interested him was when they did plays about fighting and war. That was something all lions should be interested in, Minfu told himself.
When he reached adolescence, he began to try some acting, of course never in a performance. He would go to lionesses that were around his age and flirt with them, making other lionesses jealous of the one he was flirting with. Other times he would befriend someone and gain their trust, than later he would tell them lies, saying that their friends were going to betray them. He enjoyed watching others struggle. The best part was that they would always go back to him and ask for his advice.
Becoming part of the war council was the proudest moment of Minfu's life. To make it better, he was being ruled by the greatest king Suka'Fumo had ever known. People feared and respected him. Everyone was in their rightful place and everything was perfect.
Then the king was murdered and everything that Minfu knew came crumbling down around him. His beloved, perfect king was dead and there was a giant mess that needed to be cleaned up. Minfu started messes, he did not clean them up. He decided to do the only thing he could do. Run away from his home and perhaps return, once everything was in order.
Prompt: (You've seen another group of lions coming to the pride at the same time you've picked to return. These thunder-stealers are all not purple, and yet they're welcome with more joy in the heart of the new king. How do you react to this? Do you trust these new comers, or do you think they're not all they appear? How do you choose to deal with it?)
Minfu beamed at the yellow lion and his misfits followers. "Aw! I see our wonderful king has welcomed you into our pride. I am Uaminifu, an old member of the pride. I am glad to our gracious king has welcomed you with open arms," Minfu said to the yellow lion. 'Yellow. Oh the color yellow. That color, such an eye sore for these eyes of mine.' He went far away from the new lions and waited for the king. His eyes never left the brightly colored lion.
'If my king were here today. Oh how things would be different! Those lions, those filth! They would be scared off or killed.' Minfu thought to himself. He glanced at his paw and smiled tenderly at it. 'If only I could take one swipe, just one, those monstrosities would be cowering to the ground. Oh how things have changed!'
Minfu stretched his body, making sure to show off his perfect purple coat. He made sure the yellow lion was looking when he did so. He saw the king was still with them, talking, laughing, having such a wonderful time. Just for a moment, Minfu's smiling face twitched with jealousy. He should be the one talking to the king, not that yellow lion. Did the king not find him more important than that yellow colored freak?
Minfu looked at his tired group of travelers. He made sure to recruit the best he could. All of them had purple fur of course. During his travels he had heard rumors that the Suka'Fumo pride was now allowing fur besides purple into the pride. He hadn't believed a word. No king would ever allow something so terrible to happen. When Minfu arrived, of course he got a bit of a surprise, but he kept his face smiling and accepting.
Getting impatient for the new king to come to them, Minfu started to pace back and forth. 'Oh there must be some way to get things back to way they were.' Minfu thought to himself. 'Perhaps if there was a new king. A better king. A king who believed in the same things that I do.' The smile on his face grew twisted as he plotted. His brain was quickly formulating a plan. A plan, which Minfu knew would probably kill him. 'A small sacrifice to make to make things right again.'
At last the king came to them, with slight hesitation, and welcomed them to the pride. "It is great to be back to my home your majesty." Minfu gave the king a small bow. "The changes you have made are making our land more beautiful and colorful. I am sure the kings before you would be most proud."
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 5:35 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 9:35 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 9:46 am
Ugh! Finally gotten around to posting this!
The Stranger
Username:ShinyObsessed
Name of The Stranger: Degare (Degaré)
Name Meaning: From the medieval romance Sir Degaré, probably derived from the french word égaré, meaning "strayed, lost"
Prompt: 1
History: Degare has three skills of note. In his pride he was a fighter. He's good at war, and has great battle instincts. Second he's a crafter. He learned under the watchful eyes of his aunt. Mostly they worked with wood, bone, hair, and shiny stones. But being in the rogue lands, he's branched out to working with just about anything he can find to keep the boredom and loneliness away. Thirdly, he's great with cubs. He was over the moon with joy when his mate announced that she was pregnant. And they were his greatest pride and joy until she took them away. In other words, he was a catch, and all the unmated female lions perked up when they heard that his mate had left and disappeared. They were amongst those most disappointed when he left his pride to heal, and maybe find answers in the rogue lands. Degare himself never wanted to return to the place where the bad memories lay in wait around every scrub tree and rock.
Prompt: (While you were wandering the rogue lands, you noticed a group of lions traveling together. What brings you to the decision to follow this group? You may over-hear them talking about the pride, as the leader seems to know all about it, or there may be another reason entirely. Just lonely, perhaps?)
Degare was lying quietly in the sun working on a good luck charm that his tribe used to make in abundance. It was a pastime that he enjoyed after or while waiting for a good meal to show up on the horizon. He'd been alone for a few long seasons so it was the latter option. It usually brought back pleasant memories of learning to craft by his aunt's side with the other cubs that had shown an aptitude for crafting.
However thinking of his cub days eventually led to her and the cubs he'd lost. His mate had left him and the pride with their precious cubs and never sent any kind of word. He would always feel the loss keenly. And when he could not stand the pitying looks of his clan, and to escape the roving eyes of unattached females, Degare had left the pride to pursue solitude for a while. Maybe in his lone wanderings he could discover the reason his mate had up and left him.
He'd come to some conclusions, and now he was starting to feel an ache where there was once a simple contentment in being alone. Perhaps it was time to find a group. Maybe it could be the next step in his healing. With that thought in mind, Degare got up from the grass and started prowling for food. It didn't do well at all to start something on an empty stomach.
It was a moon cycle and about four (unacceptable) groups later that he spotted the golden lion leading a small group of adults and a ridiculous amount of cubs off towards the mountains with what seemed to be a firm purpose. Degare liked the look of the golden lion, and his heart went out to the cubs. He assessed the strengths of the adults. There was no way they'd be able to protect all those little cubs alone. And most of them didn't look like they'd know what to do with a cub if it clawed them in the nose.
It looked like he'd found his group. It was not going to be easy to gain their trust, especially when he hasn't held a civilized conversation in over a season-the argument with that vulture didn't count- and was naturally more reticent to speak needlessly. He picked up his fresh kill (he'd gotten lucky, and been the first to find the antelope with a broken leg) and dragged it towards the group as a peace offering.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:27 am
Advertising day 13since I couldn't post yesterday. ^^;
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