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 Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 7:23 am
The Stubborn
Username: Quiet_Wolf
Name of The Stubborn: Ajamu
Name Meaning: "he fights for what he wants"
Prompt: 2 (with a hint of 1 in history)
History: Ajamu loved Bwana's father. Being born purple meant he was free of persecution and stigma that hung about non-purple lions, and Ajamu had never been very good at empathy. His king trusted and valued him; it was enough. In return, Ajamu demonstrated a loyalty that is sung of in epics. He would have died a thousand times over for Bwana's father, and his death devastated Ajamu. Knowing full well that he couldn't fight the whole pride alone, he ran.
He hated himself for his cowardice, but just barely managed to live with himself by vowing to avenge the death of his king.
Out alone, however, he found that he couldn't live, happily or well, on his own. Ajamu was far too used to being in a unit. Unused to the unforgiving desert landscape he had wandered into, he collapsed. He nearly died of dehydration, and that was when everything changed.
A coalition of cheetahs rescued him. And they weren't purple.
He hardly pulled a 180. Ajamu still believed what his king had told him about purple being the color of superior animals, he just no longer believed that non-purple animals where worthless. So now he had another issue to solve. How could he reconcile his new understanding of color, and still honor the vow he made to beloved, late king? The answer was surprisingly simple.
He could serve his son.
Prompt:
"By the gods..." Ajamu inhaled sharply, looking down from higher on the mountain. He hadn’t been back for more than half a day and he was already overwhelmed. King Bwana’kindakindaki sure hadn’t been kidding when he said things had changed. He’d seen some the fairyfolk (at a respectable distance, naturally). He shuddered to think that that was what became of the outsiders the former king had sent away.
The hybrids moved him to pity. Damned by the sins of their parents; poor, bloodless things… Well, at least they couldn’t breed. Their curse couldn’t be passed on.
Ajamu had also seen an… odd cheetah who claimed to be female. He was pretty sure that wasn’t true. He hoped that whatever disease or mental deficit that caused such a regrettable lifestyle hadn’t affected any of the lions.
Someone padded up behind him. Ajamu turned to look. He flinched in shock; it couldn’t be… The lion, confused by the noble’s reaction, bowed his head and smiled sheepishly. “Good day?”
“Good day,” Ajamu recovered himself, “Pardon my reaction, it’s just that you look an awful lot like someone I once knew.”
“Oh. Who was he? Or she? Maybe I know them, too.”
Ajamu smiled sadly, “I don’t think so. He’s been dead for some time now.”
The lion showed signs of feeling increasingly awkward. “I- I’m sorry…”
So am I. His grandson, no doubt. He couldn’t blame his king for succumbing to the urges all lions felt. But the patches of non-purple hurt Ajamu’s eyes when it was combined with the face of Bwana’s father. “It’s fine,” Ajamu said to put the young one at ease, even though it most decidedly was not fine.
Bwana was going to need his help, all right.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 8:10 am
Woot, good luck everyone!~ This event was fun. XP;
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 9:39 am
All the World's a Stage: Username: Lorne_Sionn
SoA's Name: Tam Lin
Gender: Male
Species: Lion (Newest Lines)
Stage: Adult
Rank: Groundling
Personality: Tam Lin is one word, decadent. He is the very definition of hedonistic. He will try anything at least twice, sometimes three times to be sure. Tam Lin is a cold and sometimes cruel lion, but masks it in a way were charm and sensuality give him the veneer of a gentleman. Most of the time he has a amused expression on his face. The world is full of a hundred little jokes for Tam Lin, and he is not sharing if you are too stupid not to notice them. Arrogant, secure in his ability to back up that arrogance, everything about his body movement is unhurried, carefully staged to be both sensual and dangerous. He has no need to impress those beyond the forest, and those within it know to either stay away or come join him in his latest 'game'. It should be noted that he is devoted the the lioness who took him as a cub, even though at times he can not stand her presence.
History: (based on the Scottish Fairytale of Tam Lin) As a juvenile Tam Lin, who was called by another name then, went wandering into the forest of the Groundlings. He soon got lost, but was found by one of the lioness who made the forest her home. Enchanted by the young lion's beauty, she decided to take him, and keep him for herself, after all the Pride along the borders obviously had misplaced the youth and therefore didn't need him.
From that day on, Tam Lin has lived among the Groundlings, becoming one of them, molded into what he is now by the lioness who cub napped him. He has very little memory of his time before coming to the forest, but the dim ones that do still remain are ones of a loving mother and father, and a life other then the never ending riot of sensation that existence under the canopy of trees is, and always the scent of roses.
Often time, when he wishes to be alone, he will travel to the very edge of enchanted woods, to the old fresh water spring where he was found. There he wanders among the wild rose bushes, searching for something, though he is not sure what. Should he encounter any of the felines from the Pride, he often teases and tempts them, luring them into the pleasures and decadence that is uniquely his. Though when the time with them is over, a odd longing settles into his chest, and he wonders, for a moment, why he is so drawn to the Pride beyond the trees. However these moments are fleeting, for if anything Tam Lin is a prisoner to the lioness who first stole him, somehow unable to leave her side, no matter the temptation.
Description: Fur:White Mane: blue-black with violet undertones Eyes: Purple-blue Markings: Along his flanks and down his back legs stylized roses in a black graduating to purple. Stylized marking vine marking from the side of his eyes down to his cheek, also in graduating purple.
Reference Image(s): Face Marking Leg and Flank Markings
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 10:19 am
The Stranger
Username: Tanakako
Name of The Stranger: Shoushan
Name Meaning: longevity mountain
Prompt: 2
History: Shoushan comes from a mountain pride, big, bold and fearless, they are on par with the firekin in temper and action. Yet due to their extreme mountain home, they are a very isolated pride. Shoushan never fit in with the warrior-like members, slim of build and quiet of voice he was pushed aside for the more violent, confident members. Left to wander on his own he dreamed of a place where he could sit quietly and listen to the world, where conversation and thought were valued over brute strength. On evening he heard of a small band of lions skirting the base of the mountain he called home, who were on a journey to a new place, a pride where stories were valued, where song and dance replaced constant fighting. Without looking back he left the mountain peak and travailed down, passing through the boarder without challenge, the scouts ignoring the one who was known as Coward.
Prompt: After joining the small band as they slowly made their way to the pride's homeland, Shoushan was at first ignored, a pale ghost slipping along at the back of the pack. It took a few days for the first to realise he was there, and the leader didn't know for over a week. He spoke to no on, and they didn't seek him out in return. Yet at night, as they settled to sleep for a few short hours, he could hear the whispers aimed at his back. He didn't blame them fr their superstitious murmurings, with his pale coat and silent manner of walking he was more a ghost that a flesh and blood lion, and his voice, the rare times he did venture to speak, was no more than a breathy whisper. Yet he didn't know how to be any other way, after a lifetime desperately trying to stay under the radar in his old pride, he was simply happy to follow after these new lions, content to exist on the edge of the small band, believing that if he didn't get in their way, they would let him follow them to their home.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 10:32 am
Cajanic PM. As close to midnight as possible. XD lol Thanks! I am advertising!
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 2:33 pm
I'm advertising 2/6, Day 15.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 2:33 pm
This is closing tonight! XD SO GET YOUR ENTRIES IN IF YOU HAVEN'T.
I'll update everything when it closes and see what needs to be extended, if anything.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 3:21 pm
The Leader
Username: Tanakako
Name of The Leader: Achak
Name Meaning: Native American Algonquin name meaning "spirit."
Prompt: 1
History: He hadn't been the first. No, he had heard about the pride from a certain purple-coloured lion. The stories he had been told astounded him, from the violent and willful murder of non-purple creatures to the tales of fairy folk living in some enchanted forest. How could he leave such a bizarre situation alone? After hearing about the newly returned heir, he knew exactly what he had to do. The kid was in desperate need of someone with an outside perspective, someone who could correct the blatant prejudice within this strange performing pride. And, if Achak was completely honest with himself, he needed them. Always having been an upbeat, bubbly personality, his mostly black and orange coloured family had shunned him, with his bright coat and full, musical voice. He wasn't seen as a warrior, but as a clown. It rankled him, from cubhood till he finally grew into his full height, he couldn't stand the prejudice that was forced upon him. He left his family, but he always regretted not being able to change them. Now, having heard about a whole pride who was doing the same thing, he knew this was his chance at redemption.
Prompt: Stumbling he just barely prevented himself from head-first into the ground. Clawing his way back upright he swung round, tail out straight and mane bristling. The large purple noble who had caused the almost-fall simply sneered, a casual, derogatory lifting of his lip, before he walked away, completely ignoring Achak. The vivid yellow lion felt the cold dread crawl its way up his spine, the voices of his family ringing in his ears. Worthless, clown, useless, weak, homo, queen, pointless. Closing his eyes tight he forced the unwelcome memories back until only the sound of the fading paw steps filled his head. "Cool it.. just a little longer... then they will be singing a whole new tune..." Taking a deep, calming breath, he turned and continued on his way, hoping that today was the day when he was granted admittance to the new King's presence.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 3:29 pm
All the World's a Stage: Username: Saint Of Revenge
SoA's Name: Subira (Paitence has its reward in Swahili.)
Gender: Female
Species: Lion
Stage: Adult
Rank: Artisan
Personality: Subira is often seen as a person with whom another can trust - she's quiet, calm and often able to deal with the flairs of personality exhibited by the Players that she helps costume. She reserves her speech for something that she finds important, preferring to listen and follow rather than voice her opinion and take on a role of leader. When she is angry, which is not too often, Subira becomes incresingly still to the point of appearing a statue.
She has little that would make her stand apart from the others in the tribe and she is often overlooked. She is content to accept the role she was given in her life and doesn't seek to shake the balance of the way the pride is. The one thing that makes this lioness leave the safety of her own mind is that of her flair for creating beauty. When she gets her paws on juice, Subira can create a scene with the simplest of strokes from her velveteen paw pad. She enjoys making her clients gorgeous and does so with great furvor.
History: Subira was born into Suka'Fumo to a mother who adore theatrics and being the center of attention and often the young cub was shunted into the shadows of the lustrous female. As she grew, her mother treated her as more of a servant than that of a daughter. Anytime that Subira would do something to stand out from the crowd, her mother would punish her greatly - often keeping away the very berries and paints that she so loved to play with.
Her life wasn't extraordinary and Subira never longed for the passion or romance that her mother sought after. She expressed herself only through her work and often seemed vapid to anyone who thought to try and take advantage of her. Males often lost interest after first being attracted to her beautiful markings and creations when they tried to hold a conversation with the young lioness. Subira eventually became an Artisan and was able to create beauty for someone other than her mother.
Description: Colorist Choice - just let the reference picture inspire you.
Reference Image(s): Inspiration
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 4:57 pm
All the World's a Stage:Username:Znaruto
SoA's Name:Tulia
Gender:Female
Species:Leopard
Stage:Adult
Rank:Tinkers
Personality:She very curious about everything. She want to know how everything works and how to use it to make thing better. She love to learn about new thing and she messes with anything that she can get her paws on.
History:
She never knew her father and live with her mother most of her life. She all ways try to know everything about making something. When she was an adol she left her family to go and learn about everything. She ended up here and fell in love with the place and they let her make thing with her paws which made her happy. In her down time she try to find new ways of making better do-dads.
Description: Look at ref please <333
Reference Image(s): XxX
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 5:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 5:56 pm
The Siblings
Person playing sibling 1: Tanakako
Person playing sibling 2: Lorne
Name of Sibling1 (boy): Sebastian
Name Meaning: twin brother to Viola in Twelfth Night
Name of Sibling2 (girl): Viola
Name Meaning: twin sister to Sebastian in Twelfth Night
Prompt: 1
History: It all started with a storm, and mistaken identity as any good story should....
Viola and Sebastian lived with their pride along the coast, happily, until a huge tropical storm hit their little beach. Both siblings were washed out to sea, each thinking the other dead. Viola was the first to be washed ashore in unfamiliar territory, unsure of what to expect, she fashioned a false mane and entered the lands as a male, figuring this was a much safer option then coming ashore as a unprotected female.
She took a place with the local Pride's guard, and promptly caught the eye of the Pride's Princess Oliva, though her eye was caught by the captain of the guard, Orsino, who was hopelessly in love with the Princess and used Viola as a go between, thus causing Oliva to notice the strange male more. The stage was set for Viola's brother, Sebastian, to enter the picture.
Sebastian had been washed ashore a few miles away, and had taken a couple of days to make his way to the Pride his sister was hiding as a male in. Upon entering the Pride lands he was instantly picked up by the guard and taken to the Princess Oliva, who confesses her undying love for him, thinking Sebastian was Viola. Confused, the male denies knowing who Oliva is, gaining her anger. When Viola is called, along with Orsino, to arrest the very confused Sebastian, the ruse is over.
Orsino and Oliva are livid by the deception and feel betrayed by the masquerading Viola. The Princess orders both siblings arrested, and Orsino does as he is ordered. However while marching the two to the caves were prisoners were kept, Orsino realizes that it was not the Princess he was in love with, but Viola. He lets them go, knowing that he faces the Princess' wrath, but promising to find the siblings should he be able to escape the Pridal Lands.
And thus the new story begins.......
Prompt:
Sebastian looked over at his sister, green eyes thoughtful. "Well sis... do you think we made the right choice? Coming with this pride I mean... " Curling his tail as he settled down, and regarded his twin with a fond smile before lifting a paw and smoothing her fake mane against her head.
Viola shrugged, her dark green eyes almost petulant as her brother settled the cleverly made head piece more firmly on her brow, her ears laying back, “ I don't know anymore Seb, I am just glad we've put plenty of miles between us and that...that...carrion eating...lop eared...snaggle toothed ….wench who calls herself a princess!” His twin practically hissed the last few words, her temper showing.
Unable to help himself, the elder of the pair grinned wide, playfully ruffling his sister's fake-mane before dropping his paw. "Aye, as am I. That captain sure was a strange one, and that princess would have our heads minus our bodies if we went back. But his new pride, they seem interesting enough, and you can keep your disguise there." Leaning closer he pressed his forehead to her own. "Just be careful not to woo any more young ladies alright? We will run out of prides to go to eventually." Smirking he leaned back, wary of his twin's swift paws.
She mock growled at him, this time the pout traveling from her eyes to her muzzle, “ I didn't woe her...” she muttered, “ I was a perfect gentleman. It was Orsino who wooed her, I was just the messenger...” Viola finished almost desperately, her eyes looking into her twins, “ I swear it Seb!”
The younger twin sat down, her tail swishing behind her in agitation. “ The mane itches,” she huffed, “ I don't know how you stand yours...”
Green eyes sparkled with playfulness as Seb mock-ducked at his sibling's growl, then shifted over to roughly pull her against his chest with one paw. "Silly girl, I know that. But you are such a fine gentleman that the ladies can't help themselves." Chuckling he adjusted her mane once again, setting it back to rights. "Well, I'm at an advantage, I grew up with mine. I'm used to it." Releasing his sister, still grinning that infuriating grin of his, he cocked his head as he studied her "I suppose I'll have to be your guardian.. and that male Orsino was a fool. It took him forever to work out you were the better lady." Looking over at the other lions in their group his grin sobered to a small smile. "This is the right choice, I'm sure of it."
Viola looked around them, a grin suddenly spreading across her face, eyes sparkling, “ Well it is at least not dull, that's for sure. We certainly aren't going to be the strangest ones either which means you might have a chance with a lady,” she teased, humor coloring her barb, “and the Groundlings....they just seem..” Viola's voice held that tone she got when she was utterly fascinated with something, that tone that normally meant trouble for her twin, “ amazing!”
Seb let out a deep groan as he recognized that look in his sister's eyes and the tone in her voice. Taking a deep breath, a mock horrified expression on his features he covered his face with a paw. "Good lord sister mine... just don't rile up anyone really good with their claws.. I am only so good in a fight." Peering at her from between his toes he grinned before lowering his paw again. "And for the record, I can get any girl I please.. I just usually have no interest in frivolous, pointless flirting."
Viola's laugh echoed out among the gathered felines and she playfully bit down on her brother's ear, chewing on it like she had when they are cubs, “ No worries Seb, I promise to be on my best behavior, and a solemnly swear to look at any prospective suitor's manicure before I engage in any frivolous, pointless, flirting.”
"Aiiyyeeeee..." Wincing as she gnawed at his ear, one eye shut, he huffed at her, carefully tugging his drool-dampened ear from her teeth. "That's good to know." He replied wryly, shaking his head, bits of his mane sticking to his newly-chewed fur. After a moment he chuckled fondly and ruffled her mane again before standing. "Ok sis.. looks like we are on the move again." Shaking his head with a rueful grin he eyed her smirk.
Viola shook herself, making sure her mane was settled firmly on her head, and fell in beside her brother, a contented and excited expression on her muzzle, “ Groundlings...I cant wait!”
Rolling his eyes, Sebastian huffed softly, shaking his head. She would be the death of him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 7:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 7:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 7:14 pm
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