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Number of hyenas: 0
Number of hyenas in the Mava'bunda: 0

Pup name: Ghadir
Meaning (And language): Pond, pool, sword; Arabic
Future rank you'd want her to have: Guard

Pup's name: Zavideti
Meaning (And language): To Envy - Serbo-Croatian
Future rank he may want: Scout
Prompt reply:

Zavideti snarled and snapped at his brother, misplacing his anger and frustration on the only person around to recieve it. He regretted his action almost immediately, and stalked off to a corner to be alone with his thoughts.
It wasn't his brother's fault that thier mother didn't care about them. It wasn't either of thier faults that they'd been born male, or that thier father hadn't chosen to take them away with him. None of it was thier fault.

He curled up into a tight ball, licking one paw almost obsessively. It was all the girls' faults! ... No, thats not right. They didn't know any better than what mother taught them. Like he and his brother, they were expected to follow tradition, protocol, whatever it was mother tried to name it.

No, the source was definitely mother. His licking continued as he mulled over this. What could he do about it? Its not like he could rebel against his own blood. She was his mother after all...

Maybe he could prove himself to her? Change her mind that males weren't worthless after all?
Maybe if he was really good at something, the best in the whole pack, she'd give him one smile that proved he was just as worthy as the girls.
He'd show her. No matter what. He'd find what he was best at, and excel past all expectations.
A coppery taste filled his mouth from his now raw paw, shaking him out of his reverie. He looked down at it, confused as to how it got to be that way, before shrugging it off. He stood up, shaking his fur out and trotted off to watch the adults. Perhaps watching them he'd learn what he would be the best at.




Pup's name: Bainam
Meaning (And language): Bone - ProtoGermanic
Future rank he may want: Bone Setter
Prompt reply:
Bainam knew his siblings didn't get it. They took one look at his beautiful wings and skull and took off to tell the others about how weird he was. Everyone assumed he was just trying to scare the other pups, or shock a reaction out of his mother.

But truthfully? Bainam had no such intentions.
He'd scavenged these items for one purpose and one purpose alone... To see how they worked.
Of course once they were detached from thier respective donors, they didn't work right no matter how he fiddled with them. The skull's lower half fell to the ground and shattered, leaving him with just the upper part to continue investigating.

Still, waste not, want not. He currently was conducting an experiment, seeing if through continuous wear, he might be able to access the properties of his two items. Really. Being able to fly would be awesome.

He had been wearing them all day... perhaps that was long enough? He clambered up onto a ledge, barely two feet off the ground, and after gathering his courage, launched himself into the air.
The wings spread and for a moment, he did indeed fly.
And then he crashed unceremoniously to the ground in a heap, though he noted the skull helmet had protected his head from most of the damage. Straightening himself up, he winced as he lowered his left paw to the ground. He must've landed wrong.
Clearly he needed longer exposure to the wings in order for them to work properly. Yes. that must be it. For now though, perhaps tending to his injured leg should take priority.




Number of hyenas: 0
Number of hyenas in the Mava'bunda: 0

Pup name: Hirlamak
Meaning (And language): To growl (Turkish)
Future rank you'd want her to have: Hunter

Number of hyenas:1
Number of hyenas in the Mava'bunda:0

Pup name: Veata
Meaning (And language): Means 'Clever' in Cambodian
Future rank you'd want her to have: Scout

Pup's name: Malfurion (Mal)
Meaning (And language): Its from Wow, no relation to the WoW character, it is just cute and suiting, me thinks.
Future rank he may want: Bone Setter
Prompt reply: Mal always knew he was special, always. He was different from his siblings. Mal would listen to the heartbeats of little creatures as he crushed their throats, hear it fade and blink out, and wonder how such a thing was possible. Life was temporary; death was eternal. One could stave off death, but not forever.
Death was powerful, and to be powerful one had to understand it in every way possible. One had to learn from it. Malfurion would often find savaged corpses, take them apart, or try to reconstruct them from the bits left. It was fascinating to him, to see how bodies worked.
When he learned something particularly interesting from a corpse, he would keep a piece of it, sometimes making it fashionable for himself. He had a stack of odd bones, patches of fur, and feathers hidden away. Only the best did he wear. The bird carcass had been his favorite. The beak was left, and wings, but the entire body was a bloody mess. He played with the wings, watching how the bent and folded, speculated on how they actually kept the animal in the sky. The wings were a perfect black; when he made the cloak out of them he knew he would never be without it again. It made him an angel of death. He thought it was all he would ever need until playing with a skeleton one day. He never figured out what kind of beast it was; the teeth lend themselves to that of a carnivore, they were sharp and had intense canines. But the skull was not a recognizable shape, it was not lion, the snout was too long. In gauging the size, he placed it on his own head. It fit perfectly on his little head. He could not part with it after that. It complemented the wings, completed the image.
As far as Malfurion was concerned, he was the angel of death, whether that meant saving lives or taking them depended on the state of the person in his path.

I think I get three tickets, as I don't have any hyenas? XD

Whoops, sorry 'bout that, Chim xd -Gets to updating and catching up- This is now closed for judging! heart

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Awesome, thank you!