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 Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 2:32 pm
Applying for: Umaarufu
Player of Umaarufu: Redbud-Tree
Why were you named 'fame'? You're lovable, if a bit slow, so it doesn't seem like it would fit you that well. What was your cubhood like?
Umaarufu stretched out in the gass and rested his head on his paws. The group was taking a break for a short while, and he was going to try and rest while he could. He tilted her head a little and looked up at the sky, his large blue eyes searching. Perhaps someone would call for him, soon. He liked it when the others wanted him for something - he liked to help.
When no call was forthcoming, the fluffy-coated male sighed and drifted off into a light doze. As was the usual in such a doze, his mind wandered to and fro, before finally settling on thoughts of his past.
While a small cub, Umaarufu sat by his mother's side as she told him all about the world, and the many great and small things in it. He didn't remember most of the talk, but one thing always resounded in his head, as silly as it seemed to him. "One day, Umaarufu, everything you lay eyes on, every land that your paws carry you across, it will all be yours," she had said. When Umaarufu had asked her why, his mother had explained that it was because he would be a great king, loved by all and known to everyone who had eyes to see his greatness.
"That is why I named you Umaarufu," she had said, nudging him to his feet from where he had tumbled end-over-end through the grass. "For that means fame, and fame is to be well known."
It was a good name, he knew, and a strong one. Perhaps one even befitting of a king... except for one little detail. Well, two, really. The first was that he wasn't any kind of a king, or a prince; he was just another cub born to just another rogue wandering the rogue lands. The second detail was that his mother was a little touched in the head.
He knew why, too - his aunt told him that his mother had been caught in a hunt gone wrong, and had suffered an injury to her skull, long before he was born. She had recovered, but she had never quite been the same and was prone to delusions. She had believed that Umaarufu's sire was a great king from a distant land, rather than something of a con lion who had promised her the world and left her pregnant.
Umaarufu had been the oldest cub in his litter, and in his mother's broken mind, the heir to a vast land. He never felt like anything special, though, and was always a little behind his siblings in everything. It didn't help that his mother doted on him to such an extreme that she often forgot that he had siblings at all - and so they refused to play with him, refused to teach and help him with the things he had difficulty learning.
By the time he was an adolescent, Umaarufu's mother's health had begun to slip, and her madness had grown worse. No matter how he had tried, his siblings would not accept him as one of them, and on more than one occasion he had been tricked into getting hurt during one of his well-meaning attempts to reach out. Finally, one by one, his siblings left - one with their aunt, two others off together on adventure, and the final one determined to make a life of her own.
Each one of them told him not to follow.
And so, Umaarufu stayed with his mother, and cared for her until she died. By this time, he was an adult, and he decided to try and find acceptance... somewhere else. He didn't know how, or with who, but he wanted to try. If he worked hard at it and was eager enough, perhaps he would find someone who would appreciate him for the lion he was, and not what they wanted him to be.
Now, as he lay stretched out in the grass with the sun shining down on him, Umaarufu dared to hope that with this group, with these lions, that he had found true acceptance, despite his shortcomings and inaccurate name.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 2:34 pm
Claiming a ticket, if you please. :3
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 9:30 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 9:40 am
claiming another ticket please biggrin
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 10:56 am
Claiming a ticket for sunday~!
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 11:56 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 4:48 pm
Thanks for advertising, guys. heart
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 6:48 am
Not a problem! <3
Claiming another ticket for todaaay~!
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 7:00 am
Another ticket for me too.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 8:50 am
Advertising is the least we could do!
One more ticket for me, please. :3
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 10:54 am
I'm going to extend the contest by two weeks. Hopefully that'll help get more interest.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 2:14 pm
claiming another ticket!
-works on entries- heart
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 2:45 pm
I'm holding out for the RP count... Hopefully I can try for one that's not super duper involved smile
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 3:30 pm
Applying for: Tungiza
Player of Tungiza: Tanakako
You recieved a vision of a lush land with Pride Rock at its center. Uneasiness follows it, but in your opinion, the positives outweigh the negatives. You do not sense anything dangerous following you as you lead the group into the Pridelands for the first time, but you are unable to shake the uneasy feeling. Describe your thoughts over what this may mean for the group you've gathered.
Reply: The vision still worried him, even now they were here, at the boarders of that very land he had seen. The sense of foreboding that had prevailed throughout the vision like a mist hanging across a grey sea simply would not leave him alone even while awake. And yet the vision itself had shown him this land, given him their destination as surely as if it had been a snake and bit him on the nose. What ever was in store for the band following him, it was going to be here. This was the correct path.
... Then why did he still feel so uneasy?
Pausing he glanced back down the small train of lions until his gaze settled on the brown and white figure of Zene. The very sight of her was enough to constrict his chest and fill it with a deep sense of longing and wistfulness. Yet he doubted she would ever look his way. She was stunningly gorgeous and had such a sweet personality.. everyone who met her loved her. Sighing heavily he dropped his gaze down to his feet, afraid she would catch him staring at her despite her being involved in a conversation with her friend Fefe.
Lifting his head back once again he looked past the beautiful lioness and focused on all the rest. Those that had decided to follow him of their own will, and against his own. The thought of the responsibility they had given him so blithely made his heart speed up, but the sensation was far less pleasant than when it did the same over Zene. Did they not understand that he was no leader? Without his visions he was nothing.. no one useful, certainly not possessed of the qualities of a leader. Swallowing a dismayed sigh he turned and resumed walking, his naturally long ground-eating stride carrying him to the head of the little pride he had accidentally created. Lifting his head and hoping desperately he at least looked semi-knowledgeable and leader-like even if he felt the exact opposite, he led his little band past the boarder and into the new lands. Into the land of the Vision and into whatever destiny awaited them.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 6:36 am
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