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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2017 7:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2017 7:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2017 7:52 pm
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A couple new faces have wandered in from the rogue lands. Let's make them feel welcomed! Tell me 10 interesting facts about this cheetah male. Anyone may enter for him. Colorist: Meepfur[align=center][color=grey][size=20]This is who I am![/size][/color][/align]
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What is the lioness' history? Anyone may enter for her. Note: I'd like something more than a couple of lines, but you're free to do that too. Colorist: Quaji[align=center][color=brown][size=20]Where I come from....[/size][/color][/align]
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For Pride Members OnlyA stock item edit is up for grabs to a member of the pride. You must already own a member of the pride. Your member post must be made and up to date. To enter, tell me what item you want, and why that item fits your member. [align=center][color=purple][size=20]Spiff me up![/size][/color][/align]
[img][/img] [b]Item:[/b] [b]Why this item?[/b]
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2017 9:22 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2017 9:27 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2017 10:11 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2017 1:21 pm
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Look at me now!
Name: Aozora Meaning: "blue sky", Japanese Personality: Aozora, or more commonly, Ao, is a spirited cheetah. She takes pride in being mysterious and is known for being especially sneaky. Between sneaking up and surprising her pride mates she loves to keep secrets and delights in knowing things that others do not. Because of this, she will realize at a young age that rather than become a hunter like her father, she wants to become a Gacheru. That way, she could go out and find out information from a broader spectrum and boast about her knowledge when she got home! How perfect! Your sister has toes that matches your dad, but you don't. How do you feel about this? Aozora is actually quite proud that she doesn't have such unique toes. After all, being blue all over without any remarkable markings means that others that seek her won't be able to recall what she looks like as well. While others could point out her sister for having "toes that look like water", which is quite a rare marking, they would then look at Ao and say simply that she was a "blue cheetah" which isn't much to go off of at all! So, taking from that, she's much happier that she's simply blue, else it would interfere with her work. You can be more elusive when you're less memorable, after all. Do you have 0 members in the pride? Y
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2017 1:38 pm
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This is who I am!
Name: Kiri Meaning: "fog", Japanese Facts: 1. He was born as Mwezi Mzuri, or Soft Moon. He changed his name when he left his family group. 2. He's very feminine and was ostracized for this when he grew into adulthood. Apparently, his parents and siblings thought it was something he grew out of, when it clearly wasn't. 3. He appreciates the finer things in life, like a freshly caught piece of prey and the warm colors of a sunset. 4. While seemingly delicate, he will run through a mud-puddle if it meant catching his sought prey. 5. He forms attachments easily and is very emotional when someone he is attached to doesn't return his affection (whether it be platonic friends or something more intimate.) 6. He believes in true love and soul mates. He is determined to find his and will be crushed if someone he believes to be his soul mate (via fling) ends up not being the one he seeks. 7. Because he hunts so regularly, he is not likely to take a prey-beast familiar, because of... awkwardness. (Like if he took on a hare familiar and then killed a hare for the pride later... Yeesh. Yeah, no, that won't happen.) 8. He loves spending time with little ones. 9. He adores pastel colors, especially on other felines. 10. He is not afraid to spend hours of the day grooming all the tangles out of his fur--or anyone else's for that matter--if he sees an unruly snarl within it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2017 2:01 am
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Where I come from....
Name: Elafi Meaning: "deer", Greek Rank: Lowt (if this doesn't work, Itzal is fine and read the end as though they had made her a hunter.) History: Elafi never led a very interesting life, unlike some. Perhaps it was because she was born into the life of a rogue. She traveled with her mother, until her mother decided that she didn't want to trouble herself by looking after Elafi anymore and disappeared one evening. When Elafi awoke without her mother in sight, she thought she would be fine, that she could simply carry on by herself. After all, she was an adult! She could handle being alone.
Turns out, she couldn't. With her mother at her side, Elafi had never wanted for company. However, now that she was by herself, she was always wanting for it and so started to search away from the rogue lands in hopes of finding a family for her own.
What she found was a lion. An awkward lion who had a fondness for sniffing disdainfully as she carried on with her request for company. She was so eager to be with others, she told him, and he would do just fine and she wouldn't be any trouble and she could hunt just as well as the next lion and she would be the best companion. While she was spilling her heart out to the blue lion, he let out a resigned sigh and told her to follow him, something she did happily.
It was then that she discovered the Isoba'Velius. The lion revealed himself to be called Povu and he was a healer for the pride. She was introduced to the leader and the council and after some discussion, they decided she would best serve the pride as a Lowt, which she soon learned meant that she would be watching over cubs while their mothers tended to their own work. Well! Elafi certainly didn't have a problem with that and she gladly accepted the rank bestowed upon her. She's been apart of the pride ever since.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2017 3:19 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2017 12:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2017 2:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2017 1:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2017 5:07 am
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Where I come from....
Name: Kikimora Meaning: A house spirit, usually female, from Slavic mythology Rank: Lowt History: Kikimora was born and raised in a mountain pride, heavily secluded from the rest of the world. The group of lions she called her own were not all that many, but they were very close-knit; even though their varied ancestors had come together through circumstance alone, these lions united as if one family in their isolation. Their lives were peaceful in their mountain vale, if a touch stagnant. The grass grew green and a clear spring, nourished from somewhere deep in the stone, provided for their valley and the prey that passed through. In turn, the passing herds provided for the pride - as long as they were careful with their hunting.
If asked, Mora would say that they were too careful. Game was plentiful enough, but around the time she was ready to settle down with cubs of her own and the handsome mate that bore them, it became clear that the valley was looking less green that they were used to. The prey they brought down was skinnier. The hunting was easy, and some took that as a blessing. Others, Mora included, could see the writing on the wall: there was nothing good about easy prey.
Entrusting her cubs to her mate, Kikimora volunteered to venture beyond the pride's mountain. She and a trusted few fellow lionesses would seek an answer to what was happening to the valley, and return with any useful information they could glean. If there was no hope, the lionesses were to bring back possible locations for the pride to move on. No one thought the situation hopeless, however - the valley had sustained them forever. This, like all small misfortunes, was sure to pass. All they needed to do was help it along. Full of purpose, Mora and her companions departed the only home they had ever known.
She doesn't like to talk about what happened in the rogue lands. Suffice it to say that the lionesses went their separate ways, when they should have cared more about watching each others' backs than covering more ground. Let hindsight show that Mora was young yet, full of foolish decisions and unseemly desires. To this day, regret and bitter anger crosses the lioness' face when she is forced to admit to herself that she lost track of her friends and fellow adventurers in the tumult, and even now has no idea whether they are alive or dead. Given what they went through, she assumes the latter. That saddens her all the more.
By the time she made it back to her pride, even knowing in her heart that she was years later than she ought to be did not prepare her to find them all gone. The valley she had loved was nothing more than grass burned brown, bleaching bones, and a muddy crater where a lake had once rippled gently in the sun. Pawprints spread in all directions, but most culminated on the path she and her companions trod such a long time ago: out of the valley, and down the mountain. Branched out into the world. Her pride was gone.
Mora followed them, at a loss for any other option. She was at a loss for a lot of things, and returned to the rogue lands a little bit more numb than she'd left, a bit more jaded and bitter. When she came across the Isoba'velius, a little part of her rejoiced at the chance to be isolated again. She can remain in the mists, safe within the trees, and forget about what happened to her - or so she thinks. Perhaps, instead, she will find it an apt place to begin again.
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