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 Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 8:01 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 8:03 am
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 Name: Kimya'moja
Meaning: Swahili - The Silent One
Species: Hyena
Gender: Male
Mate: In love with Daktari
Offspring: --
Pride: Illud Per Altus Sententia
Rank: Bellator
Seer: No
Roleplay color: #797979
Obtained: RP contest
Colourist: Blue
. razz ersonality:.
Always the silent, strong one, Kimya is more often found in the background, silently watching over his two companions. He is difficult to get to know, as he barely speaks unless spoken to first and even then his replies are short and to the point. It is not that he strives to be antisocial, he simply does not see the point in useless conversation when one or two words will get the pint across just as well. The finer points of social interaction escape him, but he is fiercely loyal and would do anything for Daktari and those he considers friends. He is deeply in love with Daktari, but knows that the red male loves Silvamord and the sudden knowledge that the pair are having a family has thrown Kimya for a loop. He still sticks close to them, but he has retreated from even 'Tari, becoming even more of a shadow as he watches over the pair from the fringe of the pack, but rarely includes himself in their lives.
.:History:.
Character Response:
He knew the pack were looking at him with suspicious eyes, that he was high on their list as the pup-napper. But how on earth was he going to prove otherwise? His single witness was about the only hyena who would never say anything.. could never say anything. Sighing heavily he let his muzzle drop onto his forepaws, crimson eyes closing. Daktari, what am I going to do? Letting his mind wander, he couldn't help but go back to that night...
The sickle moon was hidden by the darkest clouds, everyone was a-bed, deep in their caves or stretched out on the sun-warmed rocks closer to the entrances. But the only thing that mattered to Kimya was the fact that no one was currently around this particular area. The complete absence of a single scout should have worried him, but instead he was simply grateful that there was no one around to make this meeting any harder than it was already going to be.
So, silently, and with his heart in his throat, he snuck out of his own cave, pausing just long enough to glance up the path to the cave where Daktari and his mate Silva stayed with their cubs before he turned and swiftly crossed the cliff to the main path, trotting up the well-marked path on silent forepaws. It wasn't long before he reached the top and with a fugitive glance over his shoulder he slipped up among the large boulders, his dark black and grey coat blending well with the thick shadows the huge lumps of rock created. He couldn't settle, every moan of the wind made his hair stand on end, every tiny rustle and squeak made him jump. His heart was in his throat by the time heavier pawsteps caught his attention. Turning expectantly, he held his breath, both fear and excitement filled his chest as he hesitantly lifted one paw, crimson eyes straining into the shadows. Suddenly, out of the gloom, the fiery red and orange shape of his Daktari appeared, pacing between two boulders. A wide grin spread over Kimya's muzzle as he stood, taking a step forwards but then stopping, waiting for the red-coated male to join him in the sheltered lee of the stone pile.
"Daktari ... you came.."
Joy and amazement coloured his voice, the soft tentative flush of true emotion warming his eyes, eyes that were usually so cold and detached. Yet slowly, his smile faded as Daktari simply looked back at him, green eyes pained and full of regret."Kimya" His low voice murmured, soothing, gentled, the tone one used to comfort wounded pups or offer condolances to a recently widowed mate. Kimya felt his heart sink like a large rock in a deep pool, a chill filling his body as denial began to whisper through his mind. " I can't do this any more Kimya... I have Silvamord and the kids. You are like a brother to me, but that is all it is.. all it can be." The red hyena regarded his friend with sad, apologetic eyes as Kimya simply stood, jaw open in shock. When the father said no more, Kimya slowly shut his mouth, ears flicking back, forwards, then back again to flatten against his skull.
" I don't... I.. but ... " Crimson eyes stared at the other, unbelieving, then slowly, the truth of what the red-coloured male had said began to sink in. "I know you feel responsible Daktari, but the pups will grow fast... we have time.. after.." He was cut off by the slow, sad shake of Daktari's head and felt as if his heart had been dealt a death blow.
" No Kimya... I have a family now. I am sorry." With that, the red haired male turned and padded away, leaving Kimya standing alone in the dark shadows, red eyes open, unblinking, unseeing, as heavy tears rolled down his cheeks. It was not until dawn first started to lighten the sky before Kimya seemed to rouse, dulled crimson eyes blinking, looking around as if uncertain how he had got up among the massive boulders. Slowly, movements stiff and jerky, the dark-coloured hyena turned round and walked slowly back along the path and down to where his small den was still shrouded in shadows. Silent, ears low and paw steps laden, Kimya'moja made his way inside his den, retreating to the very back of the small cave and curling up, his back to the entrance. Tucking his muzzle under one foreleg he closed his eyes and let the despair that had filled him as he had watched Daktari walk away rip through his body, tear his heart apart and send his mind skittering away on waves of agony.
For two whole days Kimya stayed in his den, curled up at the very back, ignoring all visitors. It was only when whispered comments outside his den spoke of the kidnapped pups that he finally stirred. He had loved Daktari, despite what had happened he loved the red-coated hyena still, and the thought of the pups, of innocents, being taken was enough to pull him from the depression he had become lost in. Yet it hadn't taken him long to realise, after emerging into the too-bright sunlight, that it was he they suspected of stealing the pups. He couldn't blame them, knowing he had never made any real effort to integrate into the pack, and with his absence the past few days...
Yet he couldn't bring himself to care what the pack thought of him, not until he realised that if they kicked him out, he really would never see Daktari again. Swallowing his own grief he set about finding out what he could, discovering that aside from himself, three others were under suspicion, which he hoped gave him time to work out what really happened. He spoke to no one during those days, ignoring everyone unless they greeted him and even then, his only reaction was a curt nod. When he wasn't looking for clues, he spent his time with the distressed couple, hiding his own pain as he watched the pair lean on each other, offered reassuring words that tasted like ash in his mouth. Yet when he caught the red male looking at him with a grateful expression he knew all the pain in the world was worth it if he could be regarded favorably by his Daktari.
Becoming a shadow of his already ghost-like former self, the dark-coated hyena took to stalking the pack lands, slitted crimson eyes watching everyone and every thing. The fact that his actions set him apart as 'different' and only reinforced what the others though of him, did not seem to matter or register with Kimya. His only goal was to bring back the pups and stay close to Daktari and Silvamord. He never spoke to anyone about where he had been that night, never implicated Daktari in any way for being absent and worse, being with another male, no matter what that meeting had consisted of or how it had torn Kimya's life apart. No, he kept silent on the whole matter, no one would ever know of their relationship, a relationship that had never really formed... he could not do that to Daktari, could not destroy the life his friend was building.
So he ignored the looks, ignored the whispers behind his back, and kept on searching for the real pup-napper. |
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 8:06 am
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 Name: Szürke Szellem
Meaning: 'Grey Ghost' - Hungarian
Nicknames: Szellem
Original name: Vándor - wanderer
Species: Lion
Gender: Male
Sister: Anzilisha [Vesale]
Mate: Avichayil'Cayla (ex Mrengo)
Offspring: --
Pride: Jini-msemi Tutaamka-jivu
Rank: Ghost
Seer: No
Roleplay color: gray
Obtained: RNG rolling game
Colourist: Lithia
. razz ersonality:.
Vandor was a rowdy, rambunctious cub, tormenting his twin and siblings with his rough play. But he was a good kid at heart and always looked out for his siblings. Since the loss of his twin he has turned into a wraith, talking to almost no one, always roaming, following any hint of a lead as to where she may be.
While he is perfectly able to defend himself in a fight, he has an aversion to strong emotions of any kind and anger is one of those that he tends to actively avoid, but which fighting quickly brings out in him. A pacifist by necessity due to his own lack of trust in his ability to control himself, he avoids openly hostile situations. But he is far from a social lion and will be haunting the outer areas of the pride anyway, so why not take a rank where his natural behavior will benefit the pride.
.:History:.
Vándor has come to the pride in search of his twin sister, who was taken away from the family as a cub. Distraught by the kidnap, Vandor instantly left their parents and siblings and vanished into the rogueland, searching for his twin. Having heard a rumour of a pale lioness with a heart mark on her rump being sighted near the Jini-misemi, he made his way to the pride and is seeking entry in order to discover if she really is here.
.:Family:.
Mate: Avichayil'Cayla [Epine]
Offspring:
Septsis [Epine de Rose]
Suri [Chi Sohma]
Sári [Tanakako]
Kuwili [Lethrossen]
Ajia [Hopefolly]
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 8:07 am
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 Name: Kenan Kalyani
Meaning: Possession () / Blissful, Fortunate (Cherokee)
Species: Lion
Gender: Male
Mate: Aaliyah
Offspring: Sachetan, Selunagei, Nikita, Chidambar, Nirav & Athalia
Pride: Ela'wadiyi
Clan: Sky
Rank: Guard
Seer: No
Roleplay color: #775d51
. razz ersonality:.
A quiet, soft spoken guy, Kenan has always been something of a silent shell hiding a tender heart. From a very young age he trained to become a warrior, knowing that to do so was his ‘calling’. One of the youngest ever to graduate his training, he joined the pride’s Guard, becoming one of the pride’s dozen warriors who protected its boarders and looked after the safety of the lands. They also went out with the hunting parties , to protect the females from rogue lions and to offer their strength when it came to hunting bigger prey. Yet Kenan was soon chosen for a very special task, to take upon himself the personal safety and well being of their young Sharmaness, Aaliyah. Slowly the air formed a bond that ran deeper than their duties, deeper even than their love of their pride members and the pair became mates in more than name. Devoted to his Aaliyah, Kenan is a stoic and steadfast mate. He is her protection, her provider and her healer. He is the one who cares for her after her visions have ravaged her body and soul, he is the one who lays beside her at night to provide warmth and comfort when her the things she sees distress her. Loyal and devoted he would give his life for her.
.:History:.
Aaliyah was the Shaman for her pride, a well respected and talented healer, and the Pride’s link to the spirits. Her mate was a solid, dependable warrior named Kenan. Given to her as Guardian on her ascension to ‘Shaman’ by the Pride’s Elders. The two were expected to become a mated pair, but were allowed to indulge in a slow and tentative courtship, so that both of them could carefully adjust to their new roles as well as each other. The pride itself was a collaborative effort between lions and leopards, a harmonious and peaceful Pride, who’s warriors defended her boundaries while the healers looked after the sick and elderly.
However, peace was not to remain, and eventually that peace was shattered, and shattered brutally. Though the cats didn’t know what it was that hunted them, men with guns discovered the pride and sought to kill or capture them with bullets and darts. Some lions and leopards were killed for sport, some for trophies, and some were tranquilized and crated up to be transported back to England and other rich countries where collectors would pay handsomely for these exotic ‘pets’. For Aaliyah and Kenan, the timing of the attack couldn’t have been worse. With Aaliyah deep into one of her trances, there was nothing Kenan could do except guard over her. The pair were soon darted and loaded up aboard a truck which set off for one of the many rough smugglers airstrips.
The Pride’s gods however had not abandoned the Shaman and her Guardian. On the way the convoy was ambushed by a less successful party of trappers and several of the trucks drove off the dirt road and into the wide ditch at the side. The truck over turned and the four boxes on board were flung from the wreck. One was crushed and its occupant killed, the second, containing Kenan was badly mangled, but he mostly unhurt, save for a plank that had sliced open his right eye. Aaliyah's crate was third, and the impact was enough to weaken the gate, the fourth was undamaged though the leopard inside knocked unconscious. Without a thought for himself or the pain in his skull, Kenan ripped the rest of his box apart and escaped, clawing and chewing at his mate’s as she clawed at it from within with her paws.
Their escape was narrow, for as the gate gave and she squeezed free of it, the men from the truck that had caused the accident came down the slope. The two lions were forced to abandon the last remaining leopard, and Aaliyah and Kenan fled, escaping into the rough shrub land of the wild plains. Both badly shaken and injured, Aaliyah weak from the physical stress and darts lingering effects and Kenan blinded in his eye from the plank which had sliced him open on impact
Exhausted and all of a sudden alone in the world, the pair wandered for days in the Rogue Lands, struggling to gather their shattered lives. The harsh conditions, and emotional toll of the loss of the pride she had been spiritually connected to weakening Aaliyah further, and had it not been for the fierce protection and determination of her beloved, the priestess would have died. Kenan desperately hunted for them both, knowing that both his and his mate's strength was waning, when fate smiled on them one more time. The Guardian came across the first scent of lion, along the Ela'wadiyi border. Weary but joyous, he went back to his beloved Aaliyah, and told his news, and together, they set off to find the Ela'wadiyi pride, hoping that there, they would finally find shelter and safety, offering their training and skill to this new pride.
.:Family:.
Litter 1:
Sachetan Kalyani [Tananako]
Nikita Kalyani [Split]
Chidambar Kalyani [Chi]
Selunagei Kalyani [Lorne]
Nirav Kalyani [Quaji]
Athalia Kalyani [musicaloner7]
>>> ~~~~~~~~ Theme Song ~~~~~~~~ <<<
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