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Is this for the black or teal hyena? black
Owner: Club Snails
Name/meaning: Aysel meaning moon flood in Turkish
Bio: Aysel parents were never the best role models. They would constantly insult each other as well as little Aysel. To avoid her parents she would go out on small adventures, never wander too far from home. During one of her adventures she came across a lion who played drum and he taught her how to play. As she aged she obsessed over playing drums and would travel around entertaining others.

Owner of top brother: Mtorolite
Name/meaning of top brother: Zareb, protector

Owner of bottom brother: ShinyObsessed
Name/meaning of bottom brother: Bryce / freckled, dappled


Their personalities and how they feel about each other: Their father was a wandering vigilante; he tried to right all of the wrongs he came to through the savannah. He raised his first son to follow this path. Zareb, like his father, tries to be a hero as often as possible, but believes in the rule of law and following proper channels. He does the best he can for people, but ultimately feels that it is up to prides, packs, and families to punish the wrongdoers. Zareb just fixes what he can, and aids whenever asked. Bryce was born to a hyena of questionable morals, and by the time their father got ahold of him, he had become disillusioned with the way the world works. His younger son was raised to make sure that the evil got punished, no matter what it takes. Bryce responds quickly (and sometimes brutally) when someone needs help, whether or not he has the law on his side.

Both sons appreciate what the other tries to do, but feel that the go about it the wrong way. They love each other as brothers, but try to avoid working together because they always get muddled over the other's method.

(Note: I like to think of Zareb as a cop and Bryce as more of a punisher)

Is this for the black or teal hyena? black
Owner: Lorne_Sionn
Name/meaning:MÉABH: Variant form of Irish Gaelic Meadhbh, meaning "intoxicating." In mythology, this is the name of a warrior queen of Connacht, the wife of Ailill.
Bio: This gal is sassy, spunky, and her own female. There is nothing she can't do, really. She will put her best into everything and has no need to define herself by a male. She is the '_hit' and she knows it, and will sure as hell let everyone else know it too.

Inspired by U & Ur Hand (Pink)

YENURPLZ!
Preference list: Purple female, brown female, brown male, green male

YENURPLZ!
Preference list: Brown male, brown female, green male, purple female

YENURPLZ!
Preference list: Purple female, brown female, green male, brown male

Owner of top brother: Lorne_Sionn
Name/meaning of top brother: Sethriel (one of five Captains of the Dead in the scrolls of Enoch)

Owner of bottom brother: Tanakako
Name/meaning of bottom brother: Ezekiel (one of five Captains of the Dead in the scrolls of Enoch)

Their personalities and how they feel about each other: (can be written in any format/style)  

Conversational Style: Note: Ezekiel is mute.

Sethriel's ears perked forward as he listened to the string of epitaphs coming from the simple burrow trap he and his brother had laid. Though muffled, they were rather impressive, about as impressive as the powerfully built, squat ,furry, back end they could see, with the long sharp claws on windmilling hind legs.

“ Damn Zek, “ he muttered to his brother, “ I knew mum was flexible, but do you really think she could bend that way?” Sethriel turned to look over his shoulder at his brother, who had a smirk on his face, his ears flipping forward then back, Sethriel snorted, “ Yeah, knowing mum probably..or she'd at least give it a go.” Both males broke out in a fit of laughter, chortling as the next muffled string of foul language drifted over from the trap.

Zek gave his brother a pointed look, then waved his paw toward the dark hind end that was getting more and more agitated by the minute, Sethriel's eyebrows disappeared into his mane line and his mouth fell open, “ Forefather's nether regions Zek! There is no way I am going to let that creature out! I am not that frikin brave or that frikin stupid. “

His brother glared at him, than patted his stomach, and pointed back to the trap. Sethriel rolled his eyes, “ Oh for the gods' sake Zek, really? You do know what those fuzzy breeches belong to right? To a 'I don't give a frik I'll rip your guts out' honey badger. HON-EY BA-D-GER!”

Zek stared him down, his upper lip curling as he jerked his head toward the trap, clearly not giving a rat's a** about his brother protests. He was hungry and they needed to reset the trap. Sethriel let out an annoyed sigh and threw his paws into the air, “ Fine, fine...but if I get bitten it is soooo coming out of your hide. Forefathers!” Grumbling the hyena made his way toward the trap and the very pissed off honey badger stuck inside it. Turning to look over his shoulder at his brother, he frowned, “and just what are you going to be doing while I risk my limbs doing this?”

Zek grinned and sat up, ears flicking forward and then back as he shaded his eyes with one paw. “ Oh yeah..perfect. You just go ahead and keep a look out for the marauding band of meerkats in the area. I feel safer already....” Zek chortled at him and made a shooing motion with his paw, clearly telling Sethriel to get on with it. Sethriel bared his teeth and crept closer to the trap, lifting a paw to hit the release, the angry growls coming from inside raising the hair of his mane.

Gods above! I am that friken stupid...he thought to himself as the trap sprung open.....