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 Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 4:37 pm
Hmm, I'll wait on that then, just to be safe.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 7:06 pm
We've been reading the entries as they're entered, but Kael and I will most likely glance them over again when the contest is closed to decide the winners.
So editing is fine by me. :3
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 9:32 pm
Cool, thank you ^^ Though I am only going to edit out that note at the bottom, I am leaving the rest as is <3
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 12:50 am
.:GIMMIE THAT BANANA BOY!:.
Name: Rutendo
Meaning: faith
Personality: Rutendo is a mama's boy. He follows her around as if her second tail. If she asks him to do something, he does it as soon as possible and to the best of his ability. He also loves all of his siblings very much. If not around his family, he tends to be reclusive. He doesn't like being around the other pride members. Rutendo does have a mean streak, at least when it comes to creatures much smaller than him. If he is off by himself, he can often be found squashing bugs with glee. Of course, this could lead others to thinking he's not all there like his mother. It's partially true but he has a bit more common sense then his mother. When Rutendo does speak around others, he tends to speak in a soft voice and can come off as shy.
Prompt Number: 1
Prompt Response: Rutendo watched as his mother wandered off for the third time that day. This time it was a conversation between two other females. He didn't bother trying to listen in as it would most likely be uninteresting to him. Still, it was his mother and she was supposed to be watching them. He could forgive her though. In his mind, Njalo was the perfect mother no matter what. It was easy to tell that she loved them. She made up for their missing father as much as she could. That meant that he was happy with just his mother, brothers, and sisters. He didn't remember much about his father and only really knew what others in the pride told him.
Rutendo waited for a minute before deciding to take action. Silently, he rounded up his brothers and sisters and herded them to where his mother stood chatting with the others. Her face was lit up and she spoke in excited tones. He paid no attention to the actual words. He loved his mother very much and considered her the shining light in all the pride. After awhile of watching them talk amongst themselves, Rutendo sat down to help mother watch the other cubs. He didn't need watching. By now she should know that he would follow her as he always did.
At about the same time that Rutendo decided to relax, Machozi decided to start tearing up. He was used to his brother crying but still wanted it to stop. One never knew why Machozi was crying since nearly any emotion brought out tears. He laid a silent paw of support upon Machozi's back. That was when mother decided to notice them again. She gave all of them a big smile and said to Machozi, “Don't cry Machozi. Mother is here! We can all be happy and smiling together.” She nodded her head at them as if it all made sense.
It only slightly made sense but Rutendo smiled back and said in his soft voice, “Yes, we can smile together.” Just that fact that he had spoken somehow stopped the crying Machozi. His brother sniffed and then nodded too. It was a typical day in the Ithambo'hlabathi for Rutendo.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 10:42 am
List updated to here!
-rolls across the thread-
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 2:21 pm
-Gives the contest a little bump- x3
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 9:04 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 11:36 am
.:I WANT SOME BLUE EYES!:.
Name: Bamidele
Meaning: "follow me home"
Personality: Of all the outlandish things that could be said about Bami, the one that stands out most about her is her reliability. No matter how gray or bitter a situation may be, this girl will stay firm at your side for better or worse. Granted, if you are in the wrong she will still grumble at your poor decisions until the better end. Much of a tomboy, Bami has this deep envy of not being born a boy simply because they have such cool manes. She makes this statement nearly everyday, not caring how much it may offend or upset other lionesses. In her eyes, she finds the strong build of males impressive and the close bond with her brothers endearing....so why should their pride be so mean to boys? She'd rather stay behind and support a weakened brother than remain in the knitted safety of a female group. It is this logic that makes Bami adapt easily to the new rule of Gakere and his lighter tolerance of male lions. (However this can easily change upon discovering the details of why/how father is gone; and with meta updates) With the strain of survival on the families heels, Bami always finds ways to put on a distracting grin, such as making a puppet show for her siblings with little discarded bones and skulls. As she ages she will endeavor to become an Enda since she is curious of the world outside the pride and, as always, pushing the mental boundaries of traditions. Between her bold actions and sharp words, this girl will have to be careful to not upset the rest of the pride, or else she may find herself in over her head.
Prompt Number: 3
Prompt Response:
Ngh, what was that stench!
White mask crinkled as the young girl put a paw to her mouth, gulping down against her gag reflex. It had come out of nowhere, the smell filling the air like a cloud covering the sun. Blue eyes watered as Bami scoped the land around her for the culprit. It....smelled faintly like the meals that the pride would capture each day. Except this was faaar less appetizing to her small nose.
The land, however, seemed the same as always. Harsh sands and stones marking the tired earth, and not a sight of any hordes of animals feasting on a meal. It wasn't until her eyes slipped towards the muddy area of the territory that she quirked a brow. Just what was that lumped mass over there? Resting her paw back to the ground, Bami turned a glance back towards the pride. They were specks now, with her various siblings seen darting on their own adventures as well nearby. And mother, well....you know how that goes. So with a soft shrug and a deep breath of fresh(er) air, the cub pounced forward to investigate.
The closer she got to the mysterious mound, the more nauseous she became. Was this something cursed and poisonous that she should be avoiding? The girl shook her head, and continued on in the name of youthful curiosity. "Don't be stupid, Bami. It's not even moving, so it can't be dangerous." Drawing closer still, she canted her head to the side and squinted her eyes to try and get a better view of the strange object. And what she say made her blood run cold, and she froze in place with a slacken jaw as her mind processed the details.
That's can't be real....right? Mud wasn't known for having....eyes. Right? Right?
Coated in mud and deformed from days of neglect, lay a body that could easily be mistaken for an oddly shaped boulder. If not for the dull gems sunken into the face at the end of the form. Gems that reminded her of another dark mass, shadowed above her on her first day being introduced to the pride. They had shone on her harshly and briefly, like two angry suns, before turning away with hardly a gruff. And she heard her mother's proud voice whispered in her mind. "Matifu."
Bamidele blanched where she stood, hiccuping until she regained her composure.
That couldn't be the same lion, could it? Matifu had been big and frightening, not lame and lowly in the ground! Twisting her tail warily, Bami found herself crawling slowly towards the carcass. She just had to know; there was no way she'd turn tail in this discovery with no real understanding of the event. Sheepishly, she sniffed at the bony paw before her, recognizing the faded markings flitting across the pelt. "You really are Matifu, aren't you?" She looked to his jaw as if expecting a reply, though avoided looking at those haunting eyes. So, this was death? But... didn't that only happen to weak things? Had Matifu been weak, and left behind?
Sniffling more against the smell than against emotion, Bami bowed her head with a moment of respectful silence. She hadn't known him for but a brief minute, so her bond of blood to him was but a fleeting sorrow. "Rest well, papa." Then she flinched as another idea crossed her mind, and she gave a sour frown to the fallen lion.
"Sheesh, thanks for making Njalo both parents now. She'll never stop blabbering."
Facepalm.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 10:40 pm
.:GIMMIE THAT BANANA BOY!:.
Name: Sekayi
Meaning: Southern African Shona, meaning “Laughter”
Personality: This little guy is optimistic and will always find the good things in life. While Sekayi isn’t the most loud or rambunctious cub, he will make himself clear when he needs to. He tries to stay upbeat with a constant smile on his face and follows his heart rather than his head. In any given situation, Sekayi will stay positive and never give up, even if there is nothing that he can do. The only thing that really worries him is growing his mane. He is torn between staying close to his family, and seeking out his own life out in the world. Other than his mother, he is closest to his brother Machozi, and is usually near him to try to reign in his wild emotions. For now, he is content to live with his mother and siblings within the pride without worrying about his future.
Prompt Number: 3
Prompt Response:Sekayi was running as fast as he could, not paying attention to where he was going and laughing as his little paws hit the ground. The colorful butterfly fluttered further and further away from him. The young boy tried again and again to catch the little creature with no success, but kept trying nontheless. However, as the gold cub started to run out f breathe, he forced himself to slow down and eventually stop.
Attempting to catch his breathe, he looked around to see where he was, but didn't recognize his surroundings other than it being the part of the lands where they tended not to stray to. Feeling a little anxious, he started to turn around to head back when he saw a strange form not far from where he was standing. Thinking that it might be something interesting to show his siblings, Sekayi slowly headed toward whatever it was.
Deep orange eyes roamed over the figure as he got closer and he froze in his steps as he gawked at what he had found. Despite having only met him once, Sekayi recognized his father's decaying body immediately. How could he forget him? How could he forget the way that he had looked at him and his brothers? Tiptoeing around the body as though it would leap up at him, he inspected his clearly deceased father. Looking into Matifu's faded eyes, he tried to drag up the anger and feeling of rejection that he had felt toward him on the day that they had met him. Sekayi had been excited at the prospect of meeting his father.
He hadn't really understood the meaning of his position in the pride, but he had known that he was important, and he felt proud of that fact. What he hadn’t expected was his father’s off-handed acceptance of his sons’ existence. Matifu’s reaction to them had initially made him more than a little resentful toward his sisters, but realized that it hadn’t been their doing. So, he had turned his hurt onto the actual cause of it. Sekayi hadn’t spared his father much thought up until now, now that he was staring him in the face. Although, he didn’t feel much other than a vague sense of sorrow at losing him, and never having him in the first place.
Turning away from the once strong Matifu, Sekayi began to head back home with a head full of thoughts. It didn’t really matter what his father thought of him or his brothers anymore, he was dead, and they were still here. Looking up into the sky, he thought to himself aloud, “I wouldn’t care what kind of cubs I had, as long as they were mine.”
.:I WANT SOME BLUE EYES!:.
Name: Nyawela
Meaning: Central African Shulla, meaning “On a journey”
Personality: This little girl loves an adventure. She is always looking a little further ahead and over the horizon for something more. When she was born, her mother would frequently lose track of her as she continually found ways to wriggle and crawl away from Njalo and her siblings. As a cub, she enjoys running of and exploring every inch of the pride’s lands, and she isn’t satisfied playing in the same place twice in a row. She is the rambunctious cub that is often being chased after by one adult or another. Nyawela will often try and convince her siblings to come along on her misadventures, which sometimes ends in getting lost. Although, however adventurous she is, she will not go so far as to leave the boundaries of the pride. Even though she will leap into something head first, she can typically think and maneuver herself out of most situations. Nyawela is also an equal opportunist. She believes that everyone should have the same opportunities in life, and should be treated like anyone else, and doesn’t care for others treating her or her siblings differently because of who their father was.
Prompt Number: 2
Prompt Response: Nyawela was heading back to her family with a frown on her face, stomping as she walked. Huffing, she briefly turned and eyed behind her before continuing to stomp home. She had gotten in trouble for getting into a scuffle with another cub in the pride and had been sent away by the cub’s mother. She didn’t care, it hadn’t been her fault anyway. That stupid cub had called her that name. That name that she had heard from adults more than once. Lusizi. The small girl hated being called that name above most things that got on her nerves. Those other brats weren’t any better than her family. The blue-eyed girl loved her family, and wouldn’t let anyone call any of them bad names, even if she got into trouble for it. Some of the adults were kind to her family, and she liked them well enough, but some of them weren’t so nice. It didn’t matter to her, and she didn’t care what anyone said.
To her, her family was special and unique, and nothing anyone said would change that. With these thoughts in her head, she began to feel better and picked up her pace. Seeing her mother in the distance, the cub considered telling her what had happened, but ultimately decided not to bother her with it. She didn’t want to worry her mother. It wasn’t like it would change anything. Instead, she sought out her siblings that had remained at home and started up a game with them. They were way better than anyone else’s siblings anyway.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 9:41 am
Updated to here!
I'll add you to the front page when your entry is all filled out Nil! <3
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 11:34 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 12:07 pm
.:I WANT SOME BLUE EYES!:.
Name: Isoba
Meaning: Walks slowly, stealthy
Personality: As most children are, Isoba is as curious and adventurous as they come. The young cub would mainly like to go out hunting with all the other grown lionesses rather than stay in a place that would benefit her own wellbeing. She takes her survival lessons seriously, though when she’s practicing putting them to use with her siblings, she’s all but serious.
Prompt Number: 1
Prompt Response:
Today, the sun was high, hot on her back as she got low to the ground, her blue eyes shining with promise and mischievousness as she placed her paws softly on the dry ground, making sure to spread her weight over the earth under her to minimize the sound she made. The dried grass made it easy for her to blend, the advantage of her small size made her ideal for sneaking up on anyone.
And sneaking away from anyone.
She didn’t blame her mother for being a little more occupied with the other cubs, in fact, she loved that her mother was trying really hard to be the best that she could be, but the plains were calling her, begging her to make her mark on the world that surrounded her. She took one last look behind her to see if her mother would notice the slightest error in her daughters paw work, but saw she was too busy trying to break up a small brawl that seemed to have gotten out of hand. With that, she found her proper footing, sneaking away to find a place where she could at least get ahead of her brothers and sisters.
Isoba steadily walked across the plains, carefully stalking a small field mouse. She crept slowly at times, making a game out of it. When the mouse looked up due to a mistake she had made, she felt she had lost. If she were on a real hunt she would’ve lost her kill a few more times than she would’ve liked. But when she went a long time without making a mistake, she got closer to the mouse, carefully not to alert it til she, eventually, let the distance between them grow back to a few feet.
As the sun graced the earth with its late afternoon heat, Isoba became bored with her little game with the field mice. Her attention turned toward her pouncing, which would be held with a creature that would serve a lesser purpose than a mouse, a common grasshopper. Isoba positioned herself in the grass, a smirk gracing her face, her blue eyes scanning the grasses until she found the perfect target. She positioned herself carefully, planting her feet before jumping toward the insect.
Her first try landed her flat on her belly, the grass hopper jumping away as quickly as possible before she could get herself back up and brush herself off. The next landed one between her paws, jumping wildly as it tried to get away. She let out a pleased purr, letting it go and following another before pouncing.
Before long she had perfected her pounce and her stealth, not to mention got ahead with her speed as she quickly retraced her steps back to where her mother was. The grown lioness walked toward her, not taking notice to her dirty paws or underbelly.
“Mother,” Isoba smiled lightly.
Njalo looked at her, sitting in front of her and licking her head carefully. “My, you are dirty,” she whispered. “What have you been doing all this time, Isoba?”
The cub just smiled, letting her mother clean her fur patiently. “Oh, just learning.”
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 1:34 pm
Hi, I'd like to ask for your permission to use Gakere in my prompt response for the blue eyed cub. It'll just be a small part and if you'd like to know what I had in mind, I can send you a pm or something. ^^
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 1:35 pm
Updated to here. I keep confusing myself with my own list!
-Rolls- Welcome to our little contest strangers! Lots of new faces entering. 83
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 2:10 pm
Lilbabe808 Hi, I'd like to ask for your permission to use Gakere in my prompt response for the blue eyed cub. It'll just be a small part and if you'd like to know what I had in mind, I can send you a pm or something. ^^ I might be up for that! Shoot me a PM, and we can see if it's IC! <3
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