Mark of Africa 2-Realistic Lion Rp-Needs Females!

[archeron.]

(Accepted)

[Doodle Buddy]

(we gunna start soon?)

[archeron.]

(Yeah I'll post when we can start)

[archeron.]

(And Start!)

Zoroako let out a long roar for any female's in the area to come to his posistion. He sat on his boarder waiting.

[Doodle Buddy]

Nickita wandered around the pridelands, she didn't care she was a loner, she felt no danger

[archeron.]

Alaina walked along a boarder and saw Nickita. She stopped and turned around. She sat ad heard a call but ignored it.

Zoroako saw Nickita and roared to her to come. He wasn't sure if her should go to her or if she would come to him. His dark chocoalte mae glowed in the sun.

[Missing-One]

Laying in the sunlight was a golden-pelted lioness. She had her eyes closed as she baked in the warmth, her paws dangling off the edge. She stayed at the lip of a cave, high above the ground. She was really suppose to be watching for intruders, but the rock seemed so comfortable.... She just couldn't not fall asleep. Plus, no one would trespass, would they?

[archeron.]

Korro laid beside Ma'at. "Hello my love." He purred and licked her head. "How are you?"

[O.G.]

Lanner was a male of reasonable age with much experience up his sleeve. He had lost prides he had started a few times, but that was in the past. He had learned from the experiences and came out wiser. However, he was seven years of age and didn't have a successful pride. it got to him a bit so, again he had himself an established territory. It was vast, full of open fields and even had a small lake with a sparse amount of trees growing near it, though the lake only held water in the wet season. Other than the lake, a river clipped one corner of his territory. A couple of miles away from that he had a substantial den site. He figured it was a fine territory overall, one that a herd of zebra used frequently to graze on. He let out a roar, a short one, hoping to lure a female. If not, he might go searching for one because he was looking to start a pride again.

Rafyre pranced across territory that was unclaimed by lions, his bouncy walk giving away his youth. If it was not his prance that gave away his young age, it would be his absence of a full mane. Instead it was a tuft on his head and longer, coarser hair on his chest. Eventually, it would be grown in nicely or so he hoped. For now, though, he was an unfortunate young lion who had little chance of getting a female. He was inexperienced and still a bit small. Still, he thought he was pretty great. What young lioness wouldn't want him?

Life was ridiculously hard for a leopard, wasn't it? When there were lions everywhere, yes. Crinum would know too. She was a leopard herself, struggling very much to keep herself and her two cubs alive. Currently she was stalking prime lion territory, desperately searching for some scraps of a meal even though it wasn't so typical of a leopard to be such a scavenger. Of course, she did it in a dignified manner by not sniffing around like mad and walking with desperate strides. She kept her head held high, her tail curled up where its white underside was shown clearly among the golden scenery. It signaled she wasn't hunting, really, but it made her an easy target. She didn't care. If a lion showed up she could hop in a nearby tree. There were already a few in her sight. She strode onward, carefully scenting the air for a carcass or maybe an actual live prey animal, in which case her tail would go down.

[beekind]

Carthage slept in the sun,her bright white pelt giving away her exact position on the savanna. Not like she cared,she was big enough to handle anything nature through at her. Even for a lion of her young age,so was large. Brawny forelegs stretched out in front off her,her muscles rippling and she swatted a fly away with her tail. She was only a few years old,and her body showed the marks of the world. Long,ragged scars covered her front legs and hindquarters. She might have been pretty,but you would be unable to tell,do to the snarl that was fixed to her face most of the day. The lioness heard a roar from a while away. Hm. She'd join him maybe,for nothing else but protection. The well built female stood,shook her pelt out and started trotting toward Lanner.