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 Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 4:13 pm
Applying for: Mafuu
Player of Ubongo: Lorne_Sionn
You were the one that found your sister Kosi's dead body. The proof of a lion being at fault was everywhere; the hair, the smell, the deep, large paw prints in the dirt. What was your first reaction in seeing this?
Narrative Form told to some curious juvi pups who asked her the above prompt:
Do I remember that night? The night when everything I believed in showed itself to be some twisted fairytale I had been sold as a pup? You know the one, the one that goes with the whole charade that as long as you were a good girl, did what was expected of you, got along with your litter mates, lived a 'good' generous life, obeyed your elders and ate your dinner, that fairy tale everyone sold you would come true, complete with the prince or princes at the end? Yeah that one. Don't looked so shocked, I believed it to. Hell I even had my prince charming lined up, ready to take those vows of undying love. Don't looked so bloody shocked, I told you I believed once...before I found out it was all a god forsaken lie.
That's right kiddies...everyone's been lieing to you since the day you opened those cute innocent, naive little eyes of yours. An ugly, cruel lie that they sold you, hoping to keep you blinded to the fact that life isn't a chirping birds and singing rabbits kinda of place, but in fact is a blood splattered on the muddy ground, fur thrown in crumpled heap of torn meat and bone that once wore your sister's face kinda place. Yeah kiddies, that's REAL life, not singing mice who escort you to your Prince Charming's ball.
What was my reaction to it? I threw up, because that thing that was left wasn't the sibling hours before I'd teased about being to wussy to go swimming with us...my second was I vowed I'd kill the sorry son of a mangy lioness who didn't have the decency to drag his kill away and left her to be picked over by scavengers, my reaction now...life's pain, it gets worse...and the only thing you can hope for is that death comes quick and soon. Any other questions kids?
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 5:13 pm
Applying for: Zene
Player of Zene: Lorne_Sionn
Zene had been on her own since juvenile, at least until she was taken in my Tungiza's group. What happened? This is digging into her backstory, so feel free to come up with whatever you'd like.
Narrative Form:
I've never known such peace, not truly, not since I was taken in by the group lead by Tungiza, and then lead here to these lands by his wisdom. The game is plentiful, and water is abundant, there is no need to search for it, with only a few muddy mouthfuls to show for your hard work like in the Rouge lands. It almost seems like paradise. Perhaps it is. The other's say he has visions, and it is those visions that brought us here. Visions or luck, I do not care, all I know is that I am thankful, more so then our silent leader could ever imagine.
My eyes are drawn to the north, to the mountains far in the distance. They are dark smudges against the horizon, and for a moment my chest tightens and I can not draw a breath. Those mountains had once been home. My home. My jeweled eyes close, and I feel as if the very air is closing in around me. I know that it is only in my mind, but it doesn’t help. The memory has a firm hold on me, and nothing will stop it now, I can only endure it.
The sounds of the language the hairless apes speak fill my ears, it is so strange, but the Pride did not have to understand it to know what they wanted, their loud headless beasts and paw held stars told us enough, they wanted us, alive or dead, it did not matter. Cubs, female, male..all were hunted, destroyed.
Our warriors ran to the front as the cubs and nannies, healers and shaman all ran to the back, to try and escape, the cheetah scouts ran ahead of us, trying to break the line for us, but it was to no avail. They were mowed down, we all were by the claws the apes could throw. Some were netted and put in wooden caves, others killed, some left so wounded they would die slowly. Most of us scattered, running as far and as fast as we could...
I was lucky, if you could call it that. I was alive, only scratch from one of the thrown claws, but I was all alone, and alone I stayed, scavenging like the hyenas and vultures, heading nowhere and everywhere for more moons then I can count, till I met Fefe and she brought me to the group.
Now I am here. With a friend who is teaching me to hunt, patiently teaching me to hunt, a lion who taught me to trust again, and a new Pride...who I hope with all my heart will understand that though I am full grown, inside me is still that frighted, lost juvenile and I can not remember what it was to be in a Pride. I can only pray to the Goddess of Prides, that she is with me, and that she is with my old one, wherever they may be..watching over them as well.
Turning from the view of the mountain, I turn back to find Fefe, a soft smile on my muzzle. It would not be wise to be late for one of her hunting lessons.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 6:58 pm
Applying for: Tundu
Player of Tundu: C.C.G
Quote: What happened to you that made you turn yourself over to the hyenas in exchange for some sense of safety and protection?
The sparks of imagery were ingrained into her memory. A memory she was certain was her own. Tundu absently dragged her flat tongue against her forearm, with cream colored orbs staring at nothing in particular. She went into another of her dreamy spells, where the female remained motionless and glassy-eyed as her thoughts drifted elsewhere. Memories transporting her into the not so distant past. A past with a disgruntled 'mate' and what he claimed were their cubs. Tundu wasn't so sure.
All she knows is that one day she woke up with this stranger beside her along with a number of little ones splayed around them. Tundu was told time and again that she suffered some sort of head trauma, having dived from the tree to protect one of 'her' cubs which fell accidentally. She shielded her young one from the devastating blow, but was knocked senseless.
Tundu found it difficult to believe. Instead of these manufactured memories recited to her, the female caught glimpses of another life when she shut her eyes and concentrated. One which seemed so real... and belonged to her.
They were fractured memories, of faces she was certain were familiar...
These leopard cubs weren't the ones of her memories. She had a family. Two darling pups. A true mate.
Lowering her head to ease it comfortably in the wedge of her folded forearms, the leopardess breathed deep before heaving a sigh. The memory stung. Of the argument which turned physical. The leopard male went into a rage when she explained her true family. How she didn't belong with him or those strange cubs.
With her slowly flickering tail, the female repressed a growl. Remembering the anger and blows he struck to her face and flank. Tundu didn't know where he lead her to, but the leopardess was knocked out during daylight woke to night. Groggily peering up after sniffing familiar and haunting scents. The ones of her memories. But they treated her differently now. She was different too. She knew that much. Recalling a gruffer personality type, so unlike her current docile and passive one. Her family now talked down to her. Not that she cared... they lead her home. Remaining silent of the puzzle pieces of memories scattered in her head.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 7:06 pm
If anyone is interested in partnering with me and hanging gallow, you can play the sweet little cub Chamba out of the trio. smile
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 10:47 pm
Applying for: Ubavu
Player of Ubavu: Velveteen Angel
“Tell me!”
“No!” Korosi snapped her beak, turning it up when Ubavu growled. “It's not important!”
“Not important?” Ubavu repeated in disbelief. “When Hemea found you, you were near dead!” - Perhaps a mild exaggeration, but Ubavu believed the situation was worthy of it. “If he hadn't had the sense to seek me out, you might be dead now, Korosi! How is that not important?”
Korosi's red eyes stared defiantly at her carer, one of her wings tucked in tight while the other was spread with a splint – only managed to be placed there by Hamea and Ubavu's combined efforts. “My wing is not worth your life, Ubavu,” she responded tersely. “If you knew their name - “
“HA!” Ubavu crowed, causing the silent Hamea to roll his eyes. “So you admit it was one of the group!”
Korosi groaned. “I did no such thing! Ubavu, you are obsessed with placing the blame on them. Why do you care – they have done far worse to you,” she pointed out scornfully.
Hamea nodded thoughtfully from his position atop Ubavu's head. He began to groom the hyena, in hopes of calming the male.
“They can do whatever, say whatever they want to me,” Ubavu scoffed, “but they crossed a line when they hurt you!”
Ubavu didn't care what the group said, or did to himself – it was the price he paid for being part of a group, of not being alone, but Korosi and Hamea...well, they weren't just birds, they were his family, and his desire to be amongst his own kind did not outweigh the desire to protect his family!
“Tell me!” Ubavu snapped, getting tired of Korosi's defiance.
She said nothing, and stared back at him, beak firmly shut.
“Perhaps,” Hamea spoke slowly, his voice a disturbing gravely, almost sinister, tone that disturbed most, “Perhaps Korosi is right, Ubavu.”
“What?” Ubavu squawked, doing a fair imitation of Korosi when her feathers were ruffled. “Now you turn on me too, Hamea?” A whine slipped into his voice, hurt and unable to believe that both his beloveds were against him now.
“No, no,” Hamea soothed, returning to his grooming of Ubavu's fur tuft. “Merely being tactical. Korosi is as stubborn as you are, Ubavu – you raised her well.”
Feeling a swell of fatherly pride, Ubavu couldn't stifle a warm look towards the bird he had raised from a new hatchling. Korosi returned the affectionate look.
“Let it lie, Ba-Ba,” Korosi begged, using the nickname she had concocted as a chick, a mix between his name and the affectionate 'papa'. Korosi had no doubt that she was a bird and that he was a hyena, they were not related and he was certainly not her father, but the nickname had stayed. It was to be brought out only on special occasions though, like when he was being ridiculous.
“I can't, Korosi,” Ubavu said mournfully, shaking his head – almost dislodging Hamea who dug in his talons in order to stay upright. “But I will stop asking questions.” For now.
Korosi sighed, and nodded. “I'm going to rest,” she said, not looking at Ubavu as she moved off sluggishly, her limp wing dragging on the ground.
Hamea and Ubavu watched her go. “This is not over, is it?” Hamea's sinister sounding voice came, and Ubavu gave a lopsided smile. Ah, Hamea, he knew Ubavu so well.
“No, Hamea. I will find out who amongst our group attack our Korosi.”
“Excellent.” Hamea shifted on Ubavu's head, stretching his wings to their full extent. “You may rely on me, dear Ubavu. Not a single whisper will slip passed my ears until the fool who dared to harm our Korosi has been found.”
Ubavu nodded, his anger at the hyenas already fading to worry over his Korosi. They weren't even worth the rage, not while Korosi needed his help.
To most, Ubavu was crazy – delusional. He fussed over the birds as if they were his offspring. He spoke rarely to the other hyenas, Korosi speaking for him - she usually phrased it far nicer than Ubavu or Hamea would have bothered.
Despite Korosi's darker appearance, it was Hamea who scared most, and disturbed the rest. His gold eyes always watching everyone from his perch atop Ubavu, his low voice rarely speaking but when it did, it whispered words of contempt. Hamea had been happier when it had been just him, Korosi and Ubavu, but Ubavu craved his own kind. Hamea and Korosi were lucky in that they had someone of the same species to converse with, whereas Ubavu was simply that lunatic who spoke only to his birds - not that Ubavu actually spoke with the other hyenas. Hamea knew it was more a desire to know he was not alone in his species, rather than a desire to be part of the hyenas.
A noise of pain came from where Korosi had gone to rest, causing Ubavu to panic and race forward, mumbling reassurances as he carefully positioned Korosi by his chest, protecting her wing from further jolts in her attempts to get comfortable. Korosi gave a low twitter of pain, resting her head against the soft fur of her Ba-Ba. She couldn't tell him, she realised. Ever. She couldn't risk this, she couldn't risk them all for the sake of a wing. She'd let the gods take the wing from her, condemn to only walk, before she let Ubavu hurt himself because of her.
Hamea bounced down from his perch, slipping beneath Ubavu's chin to take his place next to Korosi. Ubavu would be swayed, he knew, to ignore the situation that caused the injury – to focus instead on helping Korosi heal, but Hamea was not quite as forgiving. His gold eyes narrowed, but he crooned reassurances to the pained Korosi.
Ubavu continued to mumble reassurances to his birds, uncaring of the strange looks it drew.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 6:08 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 6:56 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 8:39 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 8:24 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 9:13 pm
Applying for: Ubongo
Player of Ubongo: Tanakako
Your daughter Mafuu was the one to tell you of Kosi's death. What was his plan of action after the initial shock of the news? Did he want to find a larger pack of hyenas to be with, or did it happen by accident?
Carefully he lowered his weary body into the shadow on the lee side of a large, scarred rock, a rock that seemed to reflect his own soul with its pitted and battered surface. The pain had dulled not at all from that night, the night Mafuu had come to him, a night he would never, ever, forget. The guilt of his failure lay thickly over him, dulling the world ever after as if he were viewing it all through a thin mist. He was no longer a participant in the world as it passed him by, but a spectator. The guilt spawned by his failure to protect one of his two precious daughters, and that it was not he who discovered Kosi's mangled body but his Mafuu..... One lost, the other damaged, and he a father who could neither help nor heal his one remaining daughter.
He had failed both of them, failed to protect them from a world that was far harsher than he had wished to believe, had allowed himself to accept, and in doing so he knew he had been the one responsible for Kosi's death. Maybe not the act, but certainly the lies and misdirection that had led up to it. If only he had kept her close, if only he had told her to stay near, if only he had warned her of the nature of lions... if only.. if only. His own grief had crippled him, prevented him from being a father for his grieving daughter, a rock to be her support, a shoulder for her to cry on. Instead, they had wept together, had crumbled together, and without his strength and experience, his little Mafuu had slowly recovered yet it was a botched recovery, leaving cracks and craters deep within her that, he feared, would never fully heal... They had already festered and had poisoned her soul long before he had ever realized the damage had been done.
He had been lost, set adrift in his own guilt for them both. He had betrayed them and as a result, had lost both in different ways. He hadn't known what to do, how to fix what he had broken, or even if it could be fixed at all. he had been scared for Mafuu, scared of loosing the last link to his mate he possessed, his beloved mate who had died in the same way that Kosi had... Panicked and afraid, it had been a miracle when he had tell of a pack of hyenas not far from where they had stopped for the night. Desperate to save Mafuu and knowing he himself could not provide her with the protection she needed, that they both needed, he had taken his daughter and gone in search of the small band. The relief when he found them had been great, the protection offered had made him look past any uncertainty he felt about the self-declared 'leaders'. There was security with them, they could keep his little girl safe and the two of them would not be short of food. The pack could provide where he had failed, and perhaps the pack could heal what he had broken.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 9:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 9:37 pm
*so happy* ;; <3333 ty everyone.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 6:06 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 9:46 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 1:04 pm
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