INFORMATION:
-Male PPS Liocko.
-Mutations: If yellow is considered an unnatural color, so be it. His feathers are also probably a little bit long.... >.>;; Fail on the artist's behalf.
Number I'd like to adopt:
Liocko Name:
Toujours Jeunes
(Fr., "Forever Young")
Reason why I'd like to adopt:
I haven't been stalking the Liocko thread for too long (I noticed the thread just before the last round ended), but I fell in love with the species right away. Those haunting cross-pupils followed me to sleep at night, and I could tell that, if I could find a PPS male, he and my voodoo peacock, Vūdū, would be amazing together, as they would both originate from the bayous of Louisiana (or my world's equivalent).
I want to adopt this guy specifically because his design came from somewhere inside me. I'm very fond of stripes and "facial v-s", and gold is one of my most commonly used colors whenever I design. The stick-wing marking is another common marking in my designs, because it symbolizes freedom to me... something that I feel would be very important to Jeunes, because he feels trapped by his permanent youth, though it will eventually set him free.
I know I can take care of him, given a chance. The character I plan to have as his friendly rival, Vūdū, has been my muse's favorite character for the past month, and I have no doubt that this attention would easily spread to Jeunes, because it always seems to do so.
Short Backstory:
They tell me that leaders are born, not made. I beg to differ.
Jeunes was the firstborn son of the youngest and strongest of his pride. He was considered to be the next great pride leader, the day that he picked himself up off the ground and started walking, far less shaky than the other kits a week or two older. He was a curious little kitten, as many are at his age, but he was at the same time respectful. During play, he rarely harmed his prey or playmate, preferring to merely get close before pulling his 'attack' back.
Then The Sickness came.
Slowly, as if tormenting the pride members' hearts, the adult males succumbed to the disease. They watched in horror as their fur fell out and their skin turned black and cold, then flies and carcass-eaters swarmed the poor victims until there was nothing left but bones. The birds began to cry out haunting calls of, "Voodoo! Voodoo!" as they left the area en masse, but no one understood or knew what to do.
When his sire died, Jeunes' markings had started showing, and his feathers had become long and cumbersome. He was nearly to the middle of puberty, waiting for that final, long growth spurt that would give him size, maturity, and a ticket out of the pride. He was ready to leave, once the first male was lost, but he was still just too young.
Soon, though, the only other male of his season grew up and started showing the first symptoms of the disease, while he, himself, remained small and immature. And then, he was the only one left. By default, he, as the oldest - and only - male in the herd, was given the title of leader.
For the first several months, the females of the herd, especially his mother, guided him into his role, though they refused to take the position themselves... and no rogue males ever ran into the pride to challenge him. Then the day came that no purring, rubbing or nuzzling could bring them to do his duties... not that he really needed the help, by that point.[/size]
[size=125]Anything else?:
-Male PPS Liocko.
-Mutations: If yellow is considered an unnatural color, so be it. His feathers are also probably a little bit long.... >.>;; Fail on the artist's behalf.
Number I'd like to adopt:
Liocko Name:
Toujours Jeunes
(Fr., "Forever Young")
Reason why I'd like to adopt:
I haven't been stalking the Liocko thread for too long (I noticed the thread just before the last round ended), but I fell in love with the species right away. Those haunting cross-pupils followed me to sleep at night, and I could tell that, if I could find a PPS male, he and my voodoo peacock, Vūdū, would be amazing together, as they would both originate from the bayous of Louisiana (or my world's equivalent).
I want to adopt this guy specifically because his design came from somewhere inside me. I'm very fond of stripes and "facial v-s", and gold is one of my most commonly used colors whenever I design. The stick-wing marking is another common marking in my designs, because it symbolizes freedom to me... something that I feel would be very important to Jeunes, because he feels trapped by his permanent youth, though it will eventually set him free.
I know I can take care of him, given a chance. The character I plan to have as his friendly rival, Vūdū, has been my muse's favorite character for the past month, and I have no doubt that this attention would easily spread to Jeunes, because it always seems to do so.
Short Backstory:
They tell me that leaders are born, not made. I beg to differ.
Jeunes was the firstborn son of the youngest and strongest of his pride. He was considered to be the next great pride leader, the day that he picked himself up off the ground and started walking, far less shaky than the other kits a week or two older. He was a curious little kitten, as many are at his age, but he was at the same time respectful. During play, he rarely harmed his prey or playmate, preferring to merely get close before pulling his 'attack' back.
Then The Sickness came.
Slowly, as if tormenting the pride members' hearts, the adult males succumbed to the disease. They watched in horror as their fur fell out and their skin turned black and cold, then flies and carcass-eaters swarmed the poor victims until there was nothing left but bones. The birds began to cry out haunting calls of, "Voodoo! Voodoo!" as they left the area en masse, but no one understood or knew what to do.
When his sire died, Jeunes' markings had started showing, and his feathers had become long and cumbersome. He was nearly to the middle of puberty, waiting for that final, long growth spurt that would give him size, maturity, and a ticket out of the pride. He was ready to leave, once the first male was lost, but he was still just too young.
Soon, though, the only other male of his season grew up and started showing the first symptoms of the disease, while he, himself, remained small and immature. And then, he was the only one left. By default, he, as the oldest - and only - male in the herd, was given the title of leader.
For the first several months, the females of the herd, especially his mother, guided him into his role, though they refused to take the position themselves... and no rogue males ever ran into the pride to challenge him. Then the day came that no purring, rubbing or nuzzling could bring them to do his duties... not that he really needed the help, by that point.[/size]
[size=125]Anything else?:
