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this right?

or is it a first come first serve deal XD

Roll of the dice for the RP

Name: Velia
Personality: Calm, collective and quiet. She is very proper, much like her mom and isn't one for pranks and shenanigans. She can have fun, though not in the way that her siblings like to. She has a level head and tries to think before she acts and speaks. Does have a vengeful side if she's pushed to a certain point, hopefully we never see it. O.O
Prompt: 2
Response: So it was "unveiling" day for the cubs. They were being introduced to the pride and she could only imagine how this was going to play out. Her sisters were going to be having a go of it, one trying to out do the other and she was going to get stuck in the middle of it. Why did she have to be the calm one? Why couldn't she be like them and be rowdy and hyper and pranksterish. She was none of them and actually was glad for it during this moment in time. She DID NOT want to do something embarrassing so she sat, quietly and patiently as she awaited for them to be announced to the pride. When she was introduced she smiled politely and gave a small bow, she was probably most like her mother in this way. Respectful and proper. She was as every bit of a lady as her mom was. She gave a warnful glance over at her siblings making sure they didn't try anything funny on her. She may be calm and collective but if they embarrassed her she was going to show them a very vengeful side that she didn't even really knew she had.
If you have read the rules: you complete me
Are you a newbie? Yes No Edited this because I totally forgot about my Boy Aedan because he hadn't been colored yet XD
Were you referred here? If so who? Depawsit

[OOC: I'll be replying as cub 2 for all of these, with the name I picked for him in my application!]



Dumo didn't lift his head as Poe hopped over to her brothers and sisters, but his ears did turn in her direction to hear what she had to say. Ah...another prank? He grinned just a bit as he wondered who had fallen victim this time. So long as Poe picked targets that would appreciate her jokes rather than get angry and turn on her for revenge, Dumo didn't care what she did. It was only when she picked rather bad targets that he got concerned.

As she flopped down next to him, Dumo rolled to his side and kicked her lightly with his back legs repeatedly to get her attention. "Bet you couldn't keep your mouth shut about your pranks," he teased in return, swatting playfully at the air. "That's gonna bite you on the butt one day, you know? Prank the wrong lion and then go of singing about how awesome you did. They'll hunt you down and give you a good smack."

Not that he was one to talk. He boasted about himself all the time. The only difference was - in his eyes - that he didn't go around doing things that had the chance of making others angry. He was a saint! A little angel without wings! It was impossible for such a pure, perfect soul to do anything wrong.