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Male 1
Name: Renuk - Born of Dust
Desired Rank: Guard
Personality: Strong and Silent. Except...less of the silent more of the strong. He's a dunce, plain and simple - not the sharpest bone in the ribs, or whatever saying you'd like to apply, but his brute strength and biddability makes him useful.
Prompt Reply:

Flick.

Swish.

Tap.

Flick.

Swish.

Tap.

The unerring rhythm of Renuk's tail was a familiar sound to the guard replacing him. It fit in with the creaks and groans as the bones shifted in the graveyard, tapping into the natural rhythm of the dead. Now....if only Renuk could obtain that sort of balance himself. Nobody knew why Renuk was so....well, Renukky. Some speculated he had fallen on his head as a pup. Others believed he was just stupid. But stupid or not, Renuk had a way with the place. He knew every nook and cranny, every route and path through the dangerous bones. And he was strong - very strong. Unusually large for a hyena, if Renuk had put his mind to it, he could have been dangerous. But that was the thing...wasn't it? The guard nudged Renuk softly, the half-glazed eyes moving from the distance, a small whine. "Time to go, Ren." This guard was one of the more sympathetic - others would just shove Renuk out of the way. Renuk frowned, working up words.
"Time.....not guard?" The guard nodded. "It's my turn now."
Renuk nodded, loping off into the boneyard, as the replacement guard took his place, wondering over the puzzle that was Renuk.

Female 1
Name: Almas'Hala (Arabic) 'Diamond halo around the moon'
Desired Rank: Scout
Personality: Curious. Greedy. Somewhat lazy when she's alone and opportunity knocks to eat or catch some sleep. Not exactly a coward, but would rather run from a fight instead of get hurt.
Prompt Reply: Almas thundered over the hard ground, looking back only once to make sure she wasn't being followed. It seemed clear, but one could never be too sure. Those stupid vultures could be showing some smarts for a change and flying around her, out of her vision as she turned her head this way and that. Not that she expected that to be the case. One just could never know. There were surprises around every corner and others on more than one occasion had fooled her into making her think they weren't capable of doing something. Well, she wouldn't be fooled this time.

The female Hyena stopped in her tracks, breathing heavily around the bone in her mouth. A quick survey of the air around her showed that, indeed, there were none of those scavenging birds following her. Dipping her head down, Almas dropped the bone for a few minutes to catch her breath.

It had been an exhausting run. While out scouting the borders of her pack's territory for possible dangers, she had come across a flock of vultures on the ground. Never one to let obvious opportunities close the door in her face, the black and white female had crouched down quickly before she was spotted. She was surprised none of them had seen or heard her, as she wasn't one of the best at sneaking around to scavenge a small meal here or there. The tall grass surrounding the black birds helped quite a bit. As did the fact a number of them circled above, making those annoying calls vultures will make. With them all being distracted in one way or another, she had managed to hide behind the giant bulk of the freshly dead giraffe and make off with a piece of its leg. She had been seen a few seconds after grabbing it, however, and had bolted away before they so much as had a chance to take to the air to give pursuit.

Licking her lips, Almas picked up the bone once more to find a more secluded place. It still had a large enough portion of meat still clinging to it to suit her as a between duty snack. If she was quiet about it and kept hidden, she was sure no one would know.

Cackling in anticipation to herself, the female Hyena took off for a hallowed tree she had spotted while she was catching her breath. Everyone scouted better with a fully stomach, after all.

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Female 2
Name: Temitope (African) 'Enough to give thanks'
Desired Rank: Guard
Personality: Once a bad Hyena who made many mistakes, Temi is trying to turn her life around and do what's right. Misunderstood. Stubborn/Determined, whichever way you want to look at it.
Prompt Reply: A song that isn't titled in my iTunes, so I have no idea how to locate it. That and I'm too lazy to go through all the songs of this album to find it. D: It made me think of her. I'll just write out what parts of it I can hear.
"Hey, people don't know who I am.
All they can say, she's a bad girl.
But they just don't understand.
No, they don't know who I am.

Burst my bubble, just try why don't you.
Don't matter anyway, I'm putting on a great show.
Moving on up and it feels so right.
Beating it in the fast lane, that's my life.

I hear them knocking at my door, I turn the stereo up some more.
What can you do, when they blame it all on you?"

Male 1
Name:Itzal'Iah (Basque 'shadow'/Egyptian 'moon')
Desired Rank: Bone Collector
Personality: Cunning. Quick-tempered. Organized. Uncaring.
Prompt Reply: A loud clatter filled the normally quiet morning. Itzal licked his lips of the taste of the scattered junk at his feet, trying to rid himself of it. It was an important job to do. This he understood. But he still didn't-and wouldn't-like what this....Junk left in his mouth. Oh, to have the ability to grasp things like a monkey. This was a dream of the male hyena's for a long time. But he knew it was pointless to wish upon. Might as well desire to be as tall as an elephant.

The black and white male picked up a long piece of...Something he wasn't even sure about. Placing it on the ground, he looked it over. He had never seen anything like it before. It certainly didn't LOOK like a junk pile contribution. The holes and points on it might serve some purpose in the future. Of what, he didn't know. Nor really cared. His job was to sort. Not to create.

Picking the odd piece of whatever it was back up, he moved in the direction of his junk pile and froze with his body still halfway turned around. The pile was where he had left it, filled with small pieces, odd pieces, and pieces too smooth to do much with. But something wasn't right. He was SURE that bone had been at the top of the pile. Not laying to the left of it. Which meant someone had been picking in his pile. Without his permission. Knowing he didn't like anyone messing up his organized piles.

The odd piece of scrap in his mouth dropped with another clatter to the ground beneath him. A growl erupted from his throat. Who was it this time? He would be sure to give them a piece of his mind. Now he would have to go through that pile again and check what was taken and what was left. Messing up his schedule for the day.

Completely forgetting his task at the moment, Itzal left the random piece of scrap on the ground and stalked off to find the animal responsible for ruining his day. And to ruin theirs.

Good luck all! :3 <3

Goodluck

*sniffs around*

*stalks*

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