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L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce.

I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along

Username: TanuKyle
Name:Nul
Name Meaning: A single word-name, based of the word Null, meaning nothing. Given to him by his mother.
Personality: Nul is a quiet, almost silent lion. He only livens up around cubs. He will do anything to make cubs happy - bring them trinkets, sing to them, show them the most beautiful flowers. He also is a talented healer, and uses his skill with herbs and plants to help anyone who needs it.

Future Simbafutaji Rank: Healer

Background:

CRACK.

The whimpering of a young cub echoed round the stone cavern. A snarl ripped from a throat, but it wasn't his. No, this animal was bigger, stronger....scarier. The cub on the floor was marked with neon patterns, but all the same...the face shapes were the same, that slight kink in the tail. Yes. The attacker was the cub's mother. She was dark, the pitch-dark night embodied in feline form. Most of the time, the coat reflected little of what was within....but this cur's heart was as dark as her fur. She hated him. The brightness was a reminder of what she had lost.
What she would always have lost.

Nul grew up like that. Hiding, scurrying, finding plants that helped stave off the pain, clot the blood, numb the bruises. He never considered himself to be useful. He was Nul - he was nothing.

The day it all changed was when another juvenile wandered in. Small. Weak. Despite Nul's violent repurcussions, or perhaps because of it, Nul was a strong juvenile, abnormally large and tough.

She wasn't. But that didn't matter. It was her personality that was beautiful, like her coat. Both bright, a shining star in the dark of Nul's cave, his life. He hid her. Fed her. Kept her safe. He didn't know his way out of the caves, and his mother was sure to harm her if she saw her coat, even brighter than his own. And one day, Nul laughed.

It was this that doomed him. The laugh, a simple sound, a simple act of pure joy in his life, that is what doomed him. The laugh echoed. And his mother heard. Mother....hardly the term. What mother attacks their child?

What mother tries to kill their own cub?

Stumbling, tripping, aching, pain, blood. Pain. Nul was barely conscious. But more than that. He was lost. He was so lost. Star....his shining star....blanketed out by the night.

And he had tried. He had tried to save her. He had attacked the night, tore it, hurt it. But he was too late. The white fur stained with red and black, the yellow eyes glazed, faded.

Nul swore that night. He swore he would never let anyone hurt again.
but he couldn't do that, not yet. So he sought lions out, lions who knew about herbs and plants, about waters and solutions. And he trained and trained till he knew every trick in the book, and more.

Now all he had to do was find somewhere where he could help someone.

Ah! XD; Thought you had more than that. I can fix that when I log onto the mule tomorrow. >.>;

He's just as proud as he can be, of his anatomy! Oh man it's Day 8!

L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce.