𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘋 ↷ o & a

[TwistedMadz]

Moku
Lion - No Pride -2 Years

Moku broke into a run through the savannah, his sister now chasing him, he didn't stop at anything, eventually running into a water hole, he'd climb out, roaring softly to his sister who soon caught up, withing minutes they were lapping the water silently

[lady windle.]

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Fumo ❝ FUH-moh ❞. male lion | six (6) years | no pride | lionesses: n.a | tags: Aurelia

his loud roars broke the savannahs still scene like the crashing of cars on a speeding highway. Fumo was not a male who was nervous to make himself known or to draw attention to himself. he was a male with a purpose and nothing was going to stop him from rising in title once more.
flicking his round ears a top of his large masculine head listening for anyone to answer his call. it had seemed like only seconds before a small, soft, and elegant call returned his own. coming to a halt in the middle of the moving tan grass his right ear flicked to the side his large head following. peering up with light brown eyes he was very pleased with what he saw.
a top of a hill not far from him a healthy lioness was awaiting him. giving his dark, proud mane a shake the large male wasted no time.
taking into a wide pawed trot, his nostrils flared on the end of his face. was she in estrus? was she alone? surely she was smart enough to know the reasoning behind his call so he would avoid asking her a stupid question that had already been answered.
slowing his trot as the gap between them closed he took in her scent, and her appearance. she was quite a lovely thing, smaller than him, lighter in color. eyes that lit up with maturity and elegance, she was perfect.
lowering his head and giving her a warm grumble from deep within his chest he stopped just inches away from the lioness perched up on the hill side.
"well hello my lady, who might you be?" he spoke with grace, and gentle tone. but his voice was hinted with the clear sign of flirtation.
he knew he had to coo this lioness show her that he was more than muscle and a handsome face. he had to prove to her that he was fit to be her king. something he felt he could easily do.

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{ oe-lee } Oili. lioness| three (3) years | no pride | king(s): n.a | tags: open

a flicker of an ear was all that would make out the danger laying in wait. blended in perfectly with the land that went as far as the eye could see, the hidden danger was ready to strike. the broad shoulders, the muscular legs, and the keen eyes of a lioness on the prowl.
she was smaller than most, closer to the ground built like a tank ready for battle not an elegant cat ready to pounce. her paws were large, her ears were small, and she was missing a tail. her features were unique but often she went unseen. a talent she would call it. to blend in, to stalk, to kill. to go unseen, unnoticed by the life around you. this was her strongest trait, a trait she had honed in and keened. with years of practice and years of life on her own Oili had mastered the art of the solo hunt.
pushing her legs forward gently, carefully. daring not to make a noise as her target before her... a warthog just a leap and a quick sprint back to it's safe burrow unaware of his fate. huffing and nosing at the ground at the first sign of a head lift Oili would freeze, watch, and wait. she knew this game. it was a game of patients, of timing. one could not rush what was going to happen for if they did the outcome would be failure.
silence. stillness. she itched forward. keeping low, keeping quiet, and keeping herself hidden. she needed.. no she had to get closer as her ears pivoted, listening. she knew this was a good change, if she did not succeed she would go hungry or risk injury. shifting her weight on her back legs the window was closing and her prey was in the perfect position.
launching herself off of her back legs in a stir of dust the dug her paws into the ground as the quick warthog spun on small hooves. the chase had begun. she only had moments of speed, and seconds before the pray would escape. keeping herself low to the ground she threw out her front paw.
SQQQQQQUEEEEEEEE then silence.
as soon as the hunt had begun it was over. the dust around her stirred up a great cloud easily spotted by those who were searching for an easy meal, the lioness knew she had to find cover and she had to find it fast.

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Salim peaceful. lioness | four (4) years | no pride | king(s): n.a | tags: open

dizzying heat. nauseating stomach aches. a grumble from a deep chest. this heat was unbearable. for a lion this point in the day was meant for slumber, peaceful naps, and awaiting the sun to go down some for the coolness of the day to take over. but that luxury was held for those with numbers, not for those who roamed alone. for the lioness known as Salim she had no time to slumber, no time to rest, and no time to wait.
she had not eaten for almost two days, her hunts had failed, and she was growing inpatient and angry. her frame was slender, her legs were weak, and she knew soon she had to find food or this unforgiving land would soon claim another victim.
mumbling under her breath she missed her pride, she missed the numbers, the luxury, but most of all she missed the idea of being of mother. being a mother was an honor. the mew of small mouths, the sound of youngsters playing. she longed for those days once more, but for that to happen she had to growl herself a king.
Salim was a lovely lioness, petite and cute. but her outside shell and gentle name hid her true form. Salim was cruel, she was unforgiving and she would do anything to get her way. no matter what that cost meant to someone else.
lashing her tail in the air she was making her way to one of the water holes that she had found not a day ago. she needed a drink, she needed to clear her mind, but most importantly she needed a king.

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[TwistedMadz]

Mika
Lioness - No Pride - 1.5 Years

Mika'd lift her head, making a loud-Ish roar at her brother, asking him to play, though she wasn't a cub she was still childish at times, she'd pounce on her brother, gently tackling him

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Mika
Lioness - No Pride - 1.5 Years - Tags: Rafiki

Mika would pick up the scent of a lion, wandering away before making a low-ish roar to see if her sences were just failing her or if someone really was there

[eleutheromania]

──── 𝗥𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗞𝗜
male .. six years .. no pride lionesses .. tags: mika


the male’s calls had gone unanswered for a few minutes as he continued along. he let out another series of calls, now starting in a difference direction as he continued to scent the air. it did not take him long to notice that others of his kind were close, in the general area at least. he was not going to be patient with another bomad and would not doubt steal any prey one would catch if it were a youngster. drawn out of his thoughts by a returning call, one more soft and lacking that of the deep one he had sent. from the sound of it, it was possibly and most definitely a lioness. age would not be something he would know until she was within sight. the call had been a ways away, knowing the roads of others carried great distants for good reason. the lion moved forward, though with caution as he soon spotted a figure in the distance. at first it seemed fine but as he drew closer, there seemed to be another male around though far off. he was a little wary of the presence, not that the young male had any real chance to be honest if he was here for the lioness. shaking his own head, he stopped, just short of the lioness and looked her over. she looked healthy, a bit young to be off on her own but in time she would be of use when it came to cubs. “and who might you be?”

──── 𝗣𝗬𝗥𝗥𝗛𝗜𝗖
female .. three years .. no pride .. tags: ekon


she had quenched her thirst, the droplets falling off of her chin in no real pattern. the sound of heavy paw steps alerted her that she was no longer alone and her head turned quickly to make sure it was not that of a pride. that was the last thing she needed was to be cornered. instead it was a lone male, seeming friendly as he approached and crouched beside her, not to far from herself. though tense and slightly wary, she took in his scent, familiarizing herself with it and not yet speaking. it would seem he would have to break the silence because pyrrhic had no intentions of speaking herself unless she was spoken to or she was more relaxed. one wrong move and she would be gone, well as best she could. lions were large, therefore slower fat times but he still had her in strength. a chuff escapes her as she decided to drink from the water again, chosing for now to act as if she hadn’t noticed him. that being the case, it was pretty obvious that she had.

──── 𝗡𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗔
female .. five years .. no pride .. tags: ----


moving forward in one fluid motion, gaining speed quickly, the lioness chased down the small warthog and her jaws locked onto its windpipe, crushing it and the animal was no more. the lioness's muzzle was already bloodied despite such a clean kill. rather than stay out in the sun, she began to drag her prey to the shade of a few trees, and also hopefully out of sight. nasira then began to eat her kill, her large paws holding it down as she feasted. it had been a few days since her last kill, which honestly didn't seem very long in the terms of going hungry. she was a experienced hunter, that was for sure and she had no quarrels with living alone for the time being. though her own scent would probably attract a few lions, the lioness was not worried, nor would she be fully interested in a young nomad for the time being.

[TwistedMadz]

Mika
Lioness - No Pride - 1.5 Years - Tags: Rafiki

Mika would lower her head slightly, her ears lowered she'd remain silent for a while before speaking quietly, "I-I'm Mika... And y-you..?" she'd look into the older lion's eyes

[broken*]

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( 3 years ) ( male ) ( loner ) ( future king ) ( tags: pyrrhic ) ( location: watering hole )
☀. ── ❝peace cannot be kept by force it can only be achieved by understanding.❞


the pale lion lapped at the cool water, allowing it to fully quench his thirst, but he never took the corner of his eye off of the golden lioness standing beside him. she clearly was pretending not to notice him, whether that was because she had no desire to speak with him or if she wanted him to speak first, he was unsure. but she had yet to make a move as if she were going to run away in fear or bat at him in anger, so he took his chance. straightening his body up to its full stature, he shook his head, allowing small water droplets to fly off of the parts of his mane where they had dipped in the water accidentally. his warm, chocolate brown eyes looked over her petite form softly before a low rumble came out of his throat; a deep, kind sound, trying to show her he meant no harm. "hello there. my name is ekon, and if you're looking around for my pride you have nothing to fear, i am alone. may i ask your name, and why you are by yourself? you seem young, probably around my age, but youre not a male, so i dont quite understand why you arent with a pride."

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( 3 years) ( female ) ( loner ) ( content loner ) ( tags: open ) ( location: under tree )
❆. ── ❝dont take yourself so seriously, no one else does.❞


the ruddy red colored lioness was currently laying underneath the shade of a large acacia tree. she had gone hunting that morning, in the early hours when most prey animals were still tired and drowsy. they were most vulnerable then, and she was harder to see, blending in to the darkness of her surroundings. she always preferred to hunt at dark, as it also meant less opponents to fight her for the food she caught. being on her own, without a pride to defend her, that was one of the only downsides; if a stronger lion or group of lions, or even just other predators, came along while she was eating, it was hard to fight them all off at once by herself. her tail flicked a bit at some flies that tried buzzing around her; she still had dried blood on her front paws and around her muzzle from her earlier kill, but it was just too incredibly hot for her to leave the shade of this tree, even if that meant washing herself off in a water source. she'd go look later.

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( 5 years ) ( female ) ( loner ) ( future queen ) ( tags: fumo ) ( location: savannah )
♚. ── ❝no act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.❞


it had been awhile since the lioness had been in the presence of another lion; specifically, around five months or so. she had done well to steer clear of already existent prides, because she had been told growing up that she would make an excellent queen someday. her aunts and her mother all agreed that she had what it took. but she didnt want to force her way into the lives of those who already had stability. instead, she wanted to create something for herself, find the right lion to be her king and together unite and form a strong pride where others felt safe. her gray-brown eyes locked on the muscular form of the large male as he trotted up to her, and she watched very carefully to every tiny movement he made. he was a large male, his colors more dark and cool-toned than hers, and his mane was large/voluminous; overall, he was very handsome. the lioness felt he was no threat, no risk of harm to her, and so she sat down on her behind, her tail curled politely around her paws, her soft eyes on him as he spoke. his voice was clearly flirtatious, but not in an overly-cocky way that would have annoyed her. purring gently, she bowed her hand gently in greeting to him, a warm smile on her face. "my name is aurelia, a name meaning golden queen. and who would you happen to be?"

[eleutheromania]

──── 𝗥𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗞𝗜
male .. six years .. no pride lionesses .. tags: mika


not only was she young, she seemed rather timid with his presence. this was not at all a confident lioness from the looks of things, though he figured that she would grow with age and some older lionesses to help. his call was clear and he held no plans of wasting his time without some sort of victory. he was on the hunt, that hunt being for a few lionesses to start a pride and rear his young. when the silence was finally broken by her response, he watched her closely, knowing she was probably a bit intimidated, who could blame her. "they call me rafiki. i take it that you are alone mika? though might i ask why? you seem a bit too young to be off on your own this early in life." he questioned her, though curious in the matter on why she was that in fact.

──── 𝗣𝗬𝗥𝗥𝗛𝗜𝗖
female .. three years .. no pride .. tags: ekon


she could feel his gaze upon her and it made her a little uncomfortable as she started at her own reflection. when the low rumble escaped him and he spoke, her attention was now turned to the large male situated beside her. the fact that he was alone, soothed some of her main worries of lionesses to follow. slightly more relaxed, the lioness lifted her head and finally gave the male a good look, he seemed around her age from the color and size of his mane, rather young just like herself. when it came to his question on why she was by herself, she seemed rather amused. of course it wasn't common but some did take a more nomadic lifestyle though that was not pyrrhic's case. "things happen when food supplies drop and you have too many mouths to feed. you do what is best for the pride." she said in response before realizing she had yet to give her name. "its pyrrhic." the lioness told him before she pushed herself up to her paws, no longer interested in being so close to the water's edge. "but as i said before, downsizing has to happen and i'm a source of it." she finished. while the lioness was still wary, she accepted his presence overall.

──── 𝗡𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗔
female .. five years .. no pride .. tags: ----


moving forward in one fluid motion, gaining speed quickly, the lioness chased down the small warthog and her jaws locked onto its windpipe, crushing it and the animal was no more. the lioness's muzzle was already bloodied despite such a clean kill. rather than stay out in the sun, she began to drag her prey to the shade of a few trees, and also hopefully out of sight. nasira then began to eat her kill, her large paws holding it down as she feasted. it had been a few days since her last kill, which honestly didn't seem very long in the terms of going hungry. she was a experienced hunter, that was for sure and she had no quarrels with living alone for the time being. though her own scent would probably attract a few lions, the lioness was not worried, nor would she be fully interested in a young nomad for the time being.

[TwistedMadz]

Mika
Lioness - 1.5 years - No Pride -Tags: Rafiki

She’d turn her head, only to see her brother had gone “I-I was with my older brother.. However, he seems to have left..” she’d mumble

[broken*]

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( 3 years ) ( male ) ( loner ) ( future king ) ( tags: pyrrhic ) ( location: watering hole )
☀. ── ❝peace cannot be kept by force it can only be achieved by understanding.❞


the pale lion awaited the lioness' response, taking careful note of the way she seemed to relax immediately knowing that he was alone. while that did not get rid of all of the tension she carried, it was a start. he noticed that as she spoke her responses to him, she stood and began to walk away, though it was not at all an angry or nervous sort of walk. it made sense, since these watering holes were known to house lots of hungry crocodiles; large, scaley beasts who would eat anything they could, even a lion. so he understood her discomfort, and slowly followed her, at the pace she was setting, making sure to walk just about even with her. "im sorry you had to go through that. its never made sense to me, to kick out the young. they are the future; without you, the pride would cease to exist. and its very nice to meet you, despite the unfortunate circumstances. i myself have been alone since i was just a year old."

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( 3 years) ( female ) ( loner ) ( content loner ) ( tags: mika, rafiki) ( location: under tree )
❆. ── ❝dont take yourself so seriously, no one else does.❞


the ruddy red colored lioness heard the sound of a deep masculine roar bellow out among the nearby savannah, and soon after she heard a soft, almost fearful response of a more feminine roar. the dark lioness couldnt help but feel curious, and she stood up slowly. she couldnt help but be curious; it had been over a year since her last interactions with another lion or lioness, and so she slowly made her way towards the sound of the calls. she spotted a small, fearful looking lioness, one barely an adult, whereas the male standing over her was strong and sure of himself. they were practically opposites. this could be a very interesting interaction... she knew that she was being risky, precisely if she approached them, the male specifically. She had just that morning started her first heat cycle, but that could be used to her advantage. She did love being a tease... she watched the pair for a bit before deciding to make her entrance; her paws, chest, and muzzle were all coated in dried blood from her kill that morning, but she didnt care; it made her look more dangerous, and she liked it that way. slowly, she slunk along the ground, approaching the pair, her shoulders rolling all of the tension out of her body as she slunk up besides the small lioness. "this brute bothering you, little lady?" she smirked.

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( 5 years ) ( female ) ( loner ) ( future queen ) ( tags: fumo ) ( location: savannah )
♚. ── ❝no act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.❞


it had been awhile since the lioness had been in the presence of another lion; specifically, around five months or so. she had done well to steer clear of already existent prides, because she had been told growing up that she would make an excellent queen someday. her aunts and her mother all agreed that she had what it took. but she didnt want to force her way into the lives of those who already had stability. instead, she wanted to create something for herself, find the right lion to be her king and together unite and form a strong pride where others felt safe. her gray-brown eyes locked on the muscular form of the large male as he trotted up to her, and she watched very carefully to every tiny movement he made. he was a large male, his colors more dark and cool-toned than hers, and his mane was large/voluminous; overall, he was very handsome. the lioness felt he was no threat, no risk of harm to her, and so she sat down on her behind, her tail curled politely around her paws, her soft eyes on him as he spoke. his voice was clearly flirtatious, but not in an overly-cocky way that would have annoyed her. purring gently, she bowed her hand gently in greeting to him, a warm smile on her face. "my name is aurelia, a name meaning golden queen. and who would you happen to be?"