Post by Desoto on Oct 16, 2011 20:34:41 GMT -5
Name;; Desoto
Age; Three
Gender;; Female
Breed;; African Lion
Pride;; None as of the moment
Position;; N/A
Height;; 38 inches
Weight:: 184 pounds
Appearence;; ||Words-218||
Desoto holds the average appearance of any other lioness; a golden hide outlining the fine muscles that lay beneath, a mixture of whites, and numerous shades of brown blend in lovely contrast along such fur. An off-white color tints the under side of her body, along with her paws, chest, and directly under her chin. A pale gold hues her lively eyes, which would blend in along with her fur without the dark outlining, and the traces of white right under them. Her chest is the most "fluffy" part of her body, as it feathers out into more coarse, short tendrils along the rest of her form
Rounded ears placed on either side of the feline's head contain small tufts of fur around them. The only visible scar Desoto holds is a small nick on the lower part of her right ear. She also has a scar forming from her collarbone, curving across her chest, from a past experience. She seems to have faint stripes along her legs and tail. Being a lion, Desoto has rather large paws with equipped claws. The female is not really scrawny, nor heavily muscled. Even though, she's leaning more towards 'heavily muscled', she has lost enough fights for her liking. Her thin black lips are seemingly always parted in a sadistic grin.
Personality;; ||Words-310||
The stubborn, sadistic mule of a lion likes to have her way about everything. She'll argue until there's no more breath in her lungs to carry the words needed to make her point. This lioness is very courageous, maybe a little too courageous. She feels no need to back down to any fight, since everything is a being, and every being has a weakness. May it be physical or mental. "Knowing" something has a weakness, doesn't necessarily mean she knows how to find it. Actually, when Desoto is in a predicament she fights blindly, only looking to attack and not defend herself, which could possibly be the end of her one day.
Desoto is rather "off" in the head, acting a little crazy at times, but that may or may not have anything to do with mental stability. The lioness is very loyal, she will have your back even if she believes your wrong, but only until she thinks your worthy of such trust. Being her loyal self, Desoto is also protective of creatures she consider vulnerable (Besides prey, of course). With that said, Desoto adores cubs. All sizes, species, whatever. Doesn't matter as long as it's a baby. She doesn't like to think of her self as the 'maternal' type, but she's just in denial. After all, nothing can bring out the best in a female than a happy-go-lucky baby.
Desoto doesn't do too well with a lot of females. Well, the 'girly' females. They're too...bland for her liking. So, she'd rather distance herself, or be glued to the hip of a male. Either or. Desoto is at most clueless at 'love'. It might be for the fact she has never 'loved' any one. Only holding a strong respect for, and nothing more. With all of her...flaws, Desoto is sums up to be a rather likable female.
History;; ||Words-544||
A healthy brood of four kits was birthed to one of the many lionesses of a pride with no name. Learning to survive was the main key a mother could teach any offspring. So, Desoto strived to get on the good side of the top male of the pride; the one whom she shared blood with. Also the one who couldn't keep up with her name, but how could she blame him? He was there to ward off any intruders, and make his heirs. Nothing more, nothing less.
And with that, she grew up around the sanctuary of her mother, aunts, and a few grandmothers. Alongside her many closely related kin. Nothing spectacular happened in her childhood, she learned how to fight, hunt, ect. Though, she was quite fond of her sister, Adriace, even though they got into fights often. Also how she obtained the small nick in her right ear; A simple play fight of Desoto asserting her dominance over her sister yet again, and the female suddenly over reacted. All in all, Adriace was her main companion throughout her early life stage.
Time breezed by, and Desoto was a fully grown lioness with a brood of her own. She was around two and a half when her father passed, and not soon after a group of rogue lions entered the territory. Even after 'The King' had passed, there were still two healthy young males taking charge over the pride land. Apparently they were too young, the group of four, experienced males set out to take over and claim the lionesses and kill the elder males and cubs.
Being a lioness, she supposedly couldn't do anything, just hope the males could do their best and fend them off-which was very unlikely. Ultimately, after rampaging about and trying to woo some of the females. The males decided to take charge forcefully and hit them where it hurt;The young. Cub after cub were slaughtered brutally in front of their mother. Apparently, some of them didn't even care! They knew the maulings of one brood, would bring forth another by the invading males.
At that moment Desoto had set off across the territory, attempting to leave the place before she was forced to watch the deaths of her two young. Obviously, she had not planned a smart escape root, but trying to carry two young cubs in her muzzle was proving difficult in itself. And she was soon tackled to the ground, her two boys slipping from her grasp. She urged them to go forth, to run, and that's just what they did.
With a new will to fight, there was a fury of claws and teeth flashed, until Desoto had submitted. She wasn't a match for a fully grown male. That didn't mean she couldn't run, and ran she did. She was expected to be followed, but the male had dismissed her presence. Why run after one female when there were plenty willing others to go around? So, Desoto roams the Savannah now, a good time has past since the last time she has seen her cubs. And she believes they're dead, unless some miracle had happened. Every now and again Desoto forces the urge to look for them away, and solely walks away.
Other;;
Finally finished
Your Name;; Etienne
Other Characters;; None
Roleplaying Experience;; Meh, a year or so.
Sample;;
Recent sample ||Words-568||
A petite doe pranced around the heavily forested area. A light thud as each of her hooves made contact with the soft ground covering the earth's surface. Every now and then she would bend over and nibble on a patch of grass she considered edible. Jumping upon a log, she found her footing after wobbling of balance. Slowly walking across it, she gained her confidence, and took longer strides, with her head held towards the sky. Eventually, she should have looked down to see where the log ended, but whatever.
Stumbling forward as her hooves had nothing else to walk onto except for air, she landed face first in a pile of...Of...Of an indescribable substance. She wobbled onto her hooves and bent her head over to look at the gook that caked on her chest, underbelly, legs and hooves. She prayed to Eywa that it was just mud. Shaking one of her hooves, she heaved the substance in the air, and followed it as it splattered onto a tree. Like a big, juicy bug splattering onto a windshield.
When she tried to move out of the hole, her hooves seemed to stick into the gooey substance. Gritting her teeth together, she pulled with all her might, finally getting one of her front hooves out, and placed it onto dry grass. After heaving out all of her limbs, they all seemed to come out with a rubber sounding 'pop'. Wiping her hooves as best she could on dry bark to and try and get the wet, brown stuff from her hooves. With an exasperated sigh, she kicked some dirt into the puddle with her hinds, her head held high, she loped onward once more.
Trotting along an invisible path, she ambled forth with her head craned slightly down as she had just caught scent of some stags near by. It wasn't far she had to go until she could make out some bucks afar. She couldn't tell what they were doing but..A rustling caught her attention as her head jerked to the sound that had caused it. Looking around slowly, she squinted her eyes to make out whatever she had heard. Her eyes had widened seeing a bulky form stalking around the edge of the trees. Looking from the three forms afar to the moving one, she attempted to crouch and stalk as it had, following its movements ever so clumsily.
Awkwardly bending her ankles to glide along the ground, she was crawling nevertheless. Moving her front hooves, and her hinds only dragging behind her as if they were useless. Jaci stopped moving, sprawled out her legs for a moment, before standing, and cautiously walking over to the unidentified animal. She lowered her head, and sniffed it once, running her nose through its fur, and snorted. Blowing snot from her nostrils. Shaking her head, she licked her nose, then backpedaled, running towards the stags.
She couldn't tell what they were doing before, but as she advanced forward it seemed two bucks had their antlers locked, she confirmed as she continued to run forward. Then, there was another buck watching, edging on the one closest to him. Suddenly realizing she hadn't stopped, she didn't bother to stop then, since she could end up breaking a hoof, or even her neck from the sudden halt.She turned her head to the side, bracing for the impact. "Oh, Eywa."
