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 Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 10:27 am
What a Piece of Work is a Man
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 12:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 12:28 pm
What a Piece of Work is a Man
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 12:29 pm
The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 2:21 pm
All the World's a Stage: Username: Club Snails
SoA's Name: Pili-Pala
Gender: Male
Species: Leopard
Stage: Adult
Rank: Player
Personality: Pili-Pala is carefree, innocent and play. He loves being in performances and does his best when he is in them. When he has free time he does his best to help others with costumes and props. The only time, he is ever really serious is when he is in character.
History: Pili-Pala was born to two nobles in the pride. They wanted nothing more than for their son to become a noble just like them, Of course Pili-Pala had other plans. When his parents were resting he would sneak away and watch the middle class put on performances. He fell in love with the art. Sometimes, when no one was around, he would pretend he was the lead actor in the play and recite his lines as dramatically as he could. Eventually his parents gave up on him and said that he could do what ever pleased him. However he was no longer aloud to associate with them. This didn't bother Pili-Pala; in fact he loved it even more. He would be able to surround himself with people he liked and was able to do the thing he loved.
Description: Purple with a gold design.
Reference Image(s): Here
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 4:04 pm
I'm advertising 2/5, Day 14.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 5:08 pm
Is the end time am or pm?
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 7:40 pm
The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 7:41 pm
I was sent by magnadearel!
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 7:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 7:52 pm
PM. As close to midnight as possible. XD
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 1:11 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 1:20 am
The Leader
Username: Zingling
Name of The Leader: Pitambara
Name Meaning: The Yellow or Golden-Dressed
Prompt: All Three. Prompt 1 is more the history, 2+3 are in the prompt response.
History:
Pitambara lived a short while in the pride known as the Suka’Fuma before he was ushered far into the forests, left to run from the evils that would turn towards him had he stayed like the others. He was a favorite of his mother, a splitting image of his father. Their union a ruffling of feathers as purple and gold failed to mix, allowing all to know what deeds had been done at the time of birthing.
His mother was labeled a whore, having made children of such an offending color, and worse yet, to a commoner. The commoner was quickly determined to be killed, but not until they proved to the b*****d children what they were and meant. Time passed, several months, bodies developing along with minds. Yet they grew up in fear, their mother growing weak with stress and frailty.
When they aged into juveniles, the council finally determined the cubs old enough to realize their situation clearly they brought their father to the stage. In front of everyone they slaughtered him. The fathers emaciated corpse lifeless for all to see and desecrate. It was then that the eyes of the council turned towards the children.
They would be next, and the mother knew it. Without saying a word, she shed tears of sorrow, ushering the children away from the cursing, spitting, biting, taunting group. She had made up her mind. She would fight; she would keep her children safe.
She had waited until it was late in the evening, even the strongest guards’ heavy with sleep. Her frail body had slinked quietly into the forest, him and his siblings following after her wearily. She stopped every now and again, calling one child by name, tears in her eyes as she left them, her voice soft, instructing them on what to do next.
When it came time for Pitambara she was just at the edge of the lands. She had spoken softly to him. Thanking him for being such a good boy, offering her support, licking his face and then telling him. “Meet me back here some day. Be safe.” Then she took her leave with a heavy heart.
He hadn’t known it then, but these words would shape his future, for better or worse.
Waiting for his mothers leave, the golden-hued child escaped the pridelands, unaware that his siblings had not made it and that his mother had collapsed on the way back, passing on soon after. In his mind he had a goal in life now, to come back to his mother, to save her from the purple demons and make a mark on the council that they would never soon forget...
As time has passed it became clear the lion was good with others. He had joined a group of travelers, keeping them as safe as possible while gaining skills in diplomacy and strength through hunting. Before long he was the head of the group, body now strong and skilled, yet he seemed to be lost. His purpose muddled with time.
It was during this time that Pitambara had met a lioness, weak and afraid of the lands that stretch out before her he took her under his wing. Memories sparking back to life and the last thing ever spoken from his mothers lips clear in his head. He had to go back.
Explaining the situation to his group they all seemed to agree that it was best if he left to do what needed to be done. They would come with him even to show support, possibly stay in the pride and forever be in the company of their bright leader.
With many thanks the golden-hued lion took his leave, heading towards the goal that was again in clear vision.
Prompt:
Pitambara stood stiff; watching as three purple lions walked passed him, his golden gaze fixed on the male that he was sure he had saw on the council before. Moving forward to confront the male the smaller female stepped in.
Ears flattened, annoyed he had been interrupted mid stride. Looking down at the smaller female he could make out the rage and disgust on her face.
“Your kind doesn’t belong next to our leader! Be a good lad and remove yourself from our presence! Better yet, how about leaving these lands, you and your troupe are an eyesore here.” Her nose was straight in the air, eyes now staring directly over top of the males head. A look of disgust fully detailed on her face now.
Golden eyes blazed, he had made up his mind not to allow these nobles get him down, but the fact that he was getting s**t already, and from a ‘noble’ that just joined?! He wouldn’t stand for it, especially after she allowed the b*****d lion to escape him. Moving forward, Pitambara stood in front of the female, gait strong, eyes piercing.
“You think you have a right to treat others like s**t now that you are part of this pride?! You have no right. You are just scum of the wastelands who took refuge with two lions.” His breath was hot, he was in her face, and he didn’t give a ********. He had enough, he was driven out of the pride once, and he wouldn’t deal with it again. He would show his mother how strong he truly was.
The lioness before him stood still, taken aback but the sudden verbal attack made by the brightly colored lion, that shock however was soon replaced with rage. “How dare you insult me and my group!”
With a heart racing he got ready for a second round of shouting as the female was now stiff with rage, hair spiked on the back of her neck. Only the shouting match never came as one of the green siblings raced towards him. His eyes terrified, causing Pitambara to direct his full attention towards him, moving a little ways away from the lioness.
“What is wrong?” His voice was rushed, worried about what he might have gotten his family into. Completely ignoring the now cursing and shouting female behind him, he listened intently to the green lion as he slowly unwove a rather upsetting story. The strange lioness that had joined their group and collected cubs had vanished, leaving the frightened children to fend for themselves in the forest.
The mere thought of the children being alone in the forest caused the male to shiver with anger. He wouldn’t chase after the lioness though, nor would he search for the cubs alone. He needed to think fast, think smart. He needed to create a search party, and what better way to get the pride together and to go to the stage?
Instructing the green lion, Pitambara watched him run off. He knew the green sibling was to be trusted with the task of finding the rest of his group. Now it was up to him to gather the pride together to help them. Moving quickly he raced towards groups of lions, explaining the situation at hand and asking them to please join him at the stage for further instructions.
Some said no while others were in tears at the idea of someone leaving cubs out in the forest like she had, while others still were just up for a game of hide and seek. Whatever the case, by the time the sun was high in the sky, Pitambara had successfully gather a large enough crowd to call a search party.
Standing on the stage, he waited for everyone to quiet down, looking over towards his group to nod his approval at them before continuing. “My friends, my family, we are missing some of our own, our children who have been with us since the beginning of our journey here. I have received word that they are now hidden deep within the forest and we as a group do not have enough eyes to scan the entire forest. We need your help; please will you not search with us for the cubs? They are likely to be terrified, hungry… alone, do you not want to give these children a chance? Please, we beg of you. Help us find the lost children.”
The crowd was silent for a moment before a sudden burst of applause broke through. They would help them, the children would be safe. And for a moment he felt a home, even with the looming glares of the racist nobles by his side.
EDITED IN PROMPT ENTRY AT 1:45PM EASTERN!!!!
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 1:22 am
The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
[ Couldn't resist. GORGEOUS job on these. <33 ]
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 5:46 am
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