Jeez I haven't posted here in forever. I feel like a stranger here, as opposed to the regular I was once upon a time. XD
Pet's ID Tag: 74
Name You'd Choose for It: Kimbunga
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: This design has been at the Agency for awhile. And finally something started to click with this boy.^^ Fine addition to my ever growing pride. X3
History/Background/Other: Name: Kimbunga (Tornado)
Age: 14 (Human Years)
Rank: Hunter
Mate:......Your kidding right...? (As scrawled by himself)
Best Friend: Dhoruba (Ruba for short)
Personality: Kimbunga can be typically described as his name suggests. In the language of Swahili it means "tornado". His mother named him so because of his unlimited energy as he would run through the grass with his friends. His colors made him excel in hunting, so well he could do better than most lionesses that were at his age. His frequent success granted him a huge ego that often gets in the way of his thinking. He loves to show off, whether it's to lions or lionesses. The feeling of doing better than someone else is how he gets by. Though when he wants to, Kimbunga can be a real softie and dismiss his ego for a while to comfort someone in need. At the age he's at, he still thinks girls are icky and would rather hang out with his guy pals than go on a date. Even though girls fall for him all the time, Kimbunga is very oblivious to their feelings for him, and doesn't plan on having a mate anytime soon.
History:
The Early Years-
Kimbunga was born to his younger mother, on a typical day out on the African grasslands; Hot, humid, and dusty. From the moment Kimbunga was born, his mother knew he would be different. His colors were darker than that of a normal male lion. He was also the only cub born that day.
In a normal litter, a lioness gives birth to about three to four cubs. Kimbunga was an only child. But, for an only child, Kimbunga got along quite well without any brothers or sisters to play with. He had an active imagination and would "hunt" by himself for grasshoppers, or the occasional bird that strayed his path.
As was normal, his mother took her time to introduce him to the pride as her new son. The first day Kimbunga's mother nudged him into a small group of cubs playing, was the day he found his friend for life, Dhoruba, or Ruba for short. Dhoruba could be described as your classic prankster. He was picking on one small cub for fun when Kimbunga tapped him on the shoulder," You should keep him busy, and I'll tackle him from behind! It will totally scare him!"
Dhoruba raised his brow,"Well, this better work, uh..,uh...-"
"Kimbunga," Kimbunga interjected, "Now watch!"
Dhoruba shrugged and went to go talk with the cub as Kimbunga slinked away into the tall grass behind them. He lifted his paws in such a quiet matter that even if one were next to him, it would be almost impossible to hear. Then in a swift forward motion he tackled the cub and both were sent tumbling as Dhoruba watched in awe of the little brown cub who could stalk better than a seasoned lioness hunter.
That one prank set the two together for time to come, as they both ran away laughing Dhoruba remarked,"Man, that was amazing! From now on, just call me Ruba!"
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First Hunting Lesson-
As the years passed, Kimbunga and Ruba became notorious for their pranks, and were soon feared by the other cubs their age. Both boys felt as if they were living legends, and proceeded to act so. Often they would scare a young cub into giving up a scrap of meat or a bone he was chewing on. Though Ruba found immediate delight in terrorizing everyone else, Kimbunga always felt as if he should be doing something different. Something that people would look up to him for, and acting like a total idiot, though as much fun as it was, wasn't it.
One day, Kimbunga stared out as the lionesses banded out towards the hunting grounds. Wow, wouldn't it be cool to go with them...? He grinned as he started to day dream. His day dreams normally was of him, now a proud adult lion, coming back from the latest hunt with his fresh kill. Most of the time, a water buffalo, while the entire pride flanked around him, praising him. And for some odd, unknown reason, his dreams often included many sparkles and bright shining light.
"Hey, dude! Kimbunga! Anyone home?" Ruba chanted as he waved his own paw in front of Kimbunga's face, "You weren't listening, dude!"
Kimbunga pushed Ruba's paw out of his face," I missed what now..?"
"Duh! Our latest prank bug brain!" Ruba's tone was clearly annoyed by now.
"Right..." Kimbunga yawned," Hey Ruba, have you ever wanted to do something else?"
"Like what?"
"Well um..." Kimbunga drawled out, "It's nothing..."
Ruba rolled his eyes, "Dude, just tell me."
"Fine...." Kimbunga sighed, "I've always wanted to be a hunter"
Ruba stared,"Um, ok. I guess you might want to go get some lessons then...huh?"
The pair continued to converse as Ruba lead Kimbunga to an elderly lioness, known for her strict hunting lessons. She was simply the best of the best.
The boys slowly and cautiously entered her den, the hair on their necks stiffening. They found her in the back; grooming herself,"Vhat do you vant?" She asked in a thick accent.
"Uh...uh...uh....we were wondering if you could uh...give my pal here some lessons...?" Ruba's voice stuttered as he stared up at the looming lioness.
"Zhat child?" she indicated towards Kimbunga," He vouldn't last five minutes. Besides, I thought ze females vere the ones zat did ze hunting around here." She rolled her eyes in a dismissve tone.
Finally Kimbunga piped up,"I'll work hard M'am! I'll try my hardest every day!" His eyes shone as he spoke to her.
The lioness raised a brow,"Hmm, fair enough. Training starts tomorrow. Be on time." With that she turned on her heel and retreated further into her den.
All Ruba and Kimbunga could do was stare at each other and once they were a safe distance away from the den; started laughing until their sides burst.
The next day Kimbunga arrived prompt and ready for his first hunting lesson. Ruba tagged along, just in case. Kimbunga sat, his ears perked; waiting in front of his teacher's den.
Finally she strode out, her manner was quite clear: business.
"Okay, let's get this over vith. Follow me little child." Kimbunga obediently followed her, as a puppy would his master, and his first lesson began. It was tedious, though rewarding. At the end, Kimbunga had never felt as great as that precise moment. In fact, this is how it was every day until Kimbunga was soon excelling beyond his mentors best lioness pupils. No one believed that a male could top a lioness, not to mention a group of lionesses, but he did. And, he never looked back either.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.