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 Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 12:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 1:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 2:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 4:53 pm
My liquor's top shelf.
/coughs
I updated the list, in other words.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 11:29 pm
Aint He Gorgeous?Name: Ekundayo. "Sorrow becomes joy."
Owner's Name: Gene Wilder
Personality: Ekundayo is big on family. I mean, really big. The reason for this mainly being he wanted to fulfill his dying father's wish of carrying on the family legacy. Not to mention, in a vicious, warring pride, your family's something of a port in a storm. After seeing what his first family had become (a pack of degenerates), he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt, anger, and loss, and swore he would start again, whatever the cost would be.
By the time he'd met Uuni, Dayo was a bit past his prime, to put it gently. He'd been feeling desperate, and sensed that Uuni was the answer to his prayers. There was a definite "hush-hush" tone of the meeting; as a Blood Guard, Dayo knew that if his enemies ever found out about this, his reputation, as well as his ancestor's, would be forever tarnished. Not to mention the pride would definitely kill him. In a moment of weakness, he even agreed to accept a daughter instead of a son to raise. The only consolation prize of becoming "something more" was what kept the cub from being left to die.
Description for Colourist: I just drew a pic to describe it. http://img710.imageshack.us/img710/3688/dadidea.png
Hohoho, it's late and I'm tired.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 1:36 am
Oh... More entries heart
I'm still advertising.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 2:00 am
Advertising today!
xp Also, totally entering today.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 3:05 am
I Have Class
Name: Bufuu ( Meaning "Empty Shell" )
Owner's Name: ~Masamune~
Prompt Response: ( Prompt 1 )
Having been travelling for days, Bufuu was not in the best of moods. Her paws ached and her body yearned for rest, yet she refused to stop. Despite her pain, each step that she took was full of grace. She had been taught never to show any sign of weakness, by both her father when she was very young, and her mother when she was a little older.
The pale female had commited both of these lessons to heart, and had even taken them a few steps further. Her desire not to show any weakness had actually led her to abandon all emotions entirely. The expression on her face was almost always neutral, hardly ever giving away a single lick of emotion or opinion. Even on a day like today, where she was growing increasingly angry, her expression remained the same.
She was tracking the group of lions that she had been born into, the Nergui. Having been abandoned by her mother at adolescence, she was now seeking out her father and sister, who she was quite sure will have remained with the Nergui. Judging by the heavy footprints in the ground that she was following, and the think stench of blood in the air, it wouldn't be long until she found them.
Suddenly, her train of thought was broken by a soft whimper, coming from some bushes nearby. Morbidly curious, Bufuu changed direction in order to see what it was. She peered carefully into the bushes, and was met with a pair of small round eyes. It was a juvenile lion, who was looking a little worse for wear. She raised a brow. It wasn't like the Nergui to leave any survivors. Had she perhaps been tracking the wrong group?
Her train of thought was broken once again as the juvenile whimpered some more. "Please help me." He mewed, pleading with the pale female to help him. Bufuu simply took her head from out of the bushes and turned to walk away. "Please!" The juvenile called out once more, causing her to stop in her tracks. She looked over her shoulder, her soft pink eyes completely indifferent towards his plight. "I have let you live. That is the only 'help' that I am willing to offer this day." With that, she continued to walk away, until the cries of the juvenile were no longer within ear shot.
Had it bothered her that the Nergui had most likely slaughtered that juvenile's family? No, not really. Another lesson she had been taught by both parents was survival of the fittest. Until she was with the Nergui however, she would cling on to whatever humanity she had left.
Dark & Handsome
Name: Gubari ( Meaning "Heavy Black Cloud" )
Owner's Name: ~Masamune~
Personality: Gubari has always been a bit of a rebel. He very rarely did what he was told as a cub, and he didn't get much better as a juvenile, even though his mother is a Goddess. He lives without fear of concequences, which can often lead to him making rather foolish decisions. At times, he can just be plain wreckless. In his mind though, that's the only way to have fun.
Plot Plans: Although you wouldn't believe it, considering her personality, there is one thing that Gubari does fear. His past. As a cub within the Nergui, he witnessed many horrible things. The day that his mother stopped coming had been somewhat of a blessing, as she was the only thing left that linked him and his sister back to those dreadful days.
Gubari will remain a rogue for some time, before finally settling in a Pride that's as far away from the Nergui as he can find.
(( xp All entered out for now. I'll do something for the father later! ))
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 6:30 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 6:59 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 7:21 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 7:23 am
I'm still advertizing!
lol.. and I always seem to post after Quaji.. weeird.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 8:32 am
Lawl. Almost creepy, in fact!
/updated all the things
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 10:16 am
I'm secretly a stalker. > U>
LOL. NO. JK. God.. that's all I need people thinkin' about me. Jeez..
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 11:00 am
It's too late. That's what they think of you.
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