Fight for Your Life *Semi-Literate Tiger RP*

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[Metallic Dragon]

((I hope not!))

[All Might]

Name: Suraya
Cub or Adult: Adult
Age: A year and a half
Gender:Female
History:The normal. ( Optional )
Personality: Suraya is a very ambitous young female. Despite the situation she is very free spirted and tries to make the best of everything. She loves to swim just like any other tiger and if there ever was a need she would fight to the death.
"I hate those males that find you earn your love and leave you." She often thinks, Suraya does not liek males who only wish to trick you so they can pass on there genes. Overall Suraya despite being young and a bit...ignorant she is quite a kind mother with a normally sweet dispotions.
Other:Suraya is a white tiger so her pelt would be sought after. Her eyes a deep golden colour, on her tail is a scar that runs up about an inch looking like where a seam would go on a push.

Name:King
Cub or Adult:Adult
Age: 2 years
Gender:Male
History:King has lived a hard yet reasonably average life for a tiger.
Personality: King is a very flirty male looking for the right girl. He is quite a good warrior though deep in his heart is a hate for humans his mate and cubs were killed when he first bred,
"I was ignorant and selfesh." He complains, it seems to him that it was his fault they shot his family.
Other: King is your normal tiger golden eyes and a few battle scars.

[Queen of Chaos]

Name: Ti
Cub or Adult: Adult
Age: 3 years
Gender: Male
History: To be RP'd.
Personality: To be RP'd.
Other:

[honeydont]

Name: Shyrka
Cub or Adult: Adult
Age: 11 Years
Gender: Female
History: Shyrka was just a cub when the hunters started coming, and she grew up fleeing from their ceasleless attacks. When the lull came, Shyrka did not believe that they were gone for good. Her mother was killed years ago and taken as a trophy, her father captured for research, and her littermates vanished.
Personality: Shyrka is a tempermental old tigress with a sharp tounge. She loathes humans and cares little for the company of others, even though she still feels lonely sometime. She is a bit bitter but nevertheless makes the most of her life. Being a bit old, Shyrka cannot hunt as well as she used to, but abrubtly declines any help. She is very wise and knowledgable about the hunters.
Other: Shyrka has a very light orange coat that is darkly striped. She is missing the tip of her tail, as it was blown off by a hunter's bullet from an attempted shooting at her. Her left ear has a chunk taken out of it, by another hunter's gun.

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[wittington xx]

I'm very, VERY excited to see a roleplay like this. Like, very. I can hardly find any interesting semi-lits around, so this is an oasis. *queue heavenly harp music*
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Name: Adan (Bengali version of 'Adam,' Ay-dan; dan sounding like the beginning of Daniel)
Cub or Adult: Adult.
Age: Three years.
Gender: Male
History: Adan's father was abusive to his children, taking out his anger on them. He (as in his father) directed most violence toward his daughter, Chandra, who eventually died. This traumatized both Adan and his mother, so they left his father. Growing up without a stronger, leading male for both protection and food was hard on him, but he grew up strong nonetheless. Once he turned a year in age, he left his mother and set out into the jungle, avoiding hunters and staying alive.
Personality: Rather violent, or even just a bit cranky, when around other males. He's young and cocky, thinking he can manipulate the world to his will. Adan has a swet personality deep down, he just chooses not to show it around most cats. On the exterior, he looks like a sullen, solemn character, but it's from family-related hardships, as mentioned earlier. Keeps a thick skin and bright eyes. In other words, he's unaffected by rudeness and keeps an optimistic attitude.
Other: Has a bit of Sumatran blood in his veins, about a fifth.

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Jael felt something crunch underneath her large paw; a stick, perhaps. The small snap, however, caused her to jump and prick her ears. A moment later she looked down, a little embarassed. How had she, a tiger who had been fearless, turn into such a coward? Although she knew the answer, Jael simply heaved a heavy sigh and continued walking. These hunters changed my entire life, she thought. I never used to be this way; heck, I used to have a family. At that thought, the young tiger's ears drew back and she extended her long claws. She pushed them into the soil beneath her paws, ripping right through the grass along the way. It was a habit Jael had picked up as a cub, a nervous one that she just couldn't seem to drop. She lowered her head and closed her eyes momentarily, trying to push the thoughts of her cub and her mate aside. At first, it didn't work, but soon their images had faded from her mind and her eyes were once again opened. It was these moments that Jael wondered if things would have been better if it had been her who had been taken away and killed, not her family. She continued walking after a moment, however, and chose that moment to sniff the air with slightly narrowed eyes. She could still smell them. Whoever it was, they were nearby.

The previous night, Jael had been stalking through the jungle, in search for food. She'd been sniffing the air when she'd caught scent of another tiger in the area. And they hadn't been very far, either. So, she'd quickly abandoned her quest for a bite to eat and had gone off to look for them. Jael hadn't seen another tiger in months. Plus, she'd wanted a little company; she had had a feeling that the other tiger had been running from the hunters as well. Who wasn't, these days?

And that was exactly what the young female was doing now; searching for the other tiger. They hadn't been very far, judging by their scent. This only made Jael even more excited about the prospect of meeting them. Perhaps they knew of a safer place? A place where they could be free from the fear of being killed by the hunters. Jael could only hope that was the case.

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Jaye felt a small, almost inaudible sigh escape him. He shivered slightly as a cold gust of wind hit him, causing his fur to flutter around. If only he had a longer pelt...with him only being a cub, he had short but fairly soft fur. Although, he'd give up the softness any day for a rough, but warm one that most of the adults he had seen had. Being alone, during those cold nights, was hard on Jaye. He no longer had any parents or siblings to lay next to and warm up with; thinking about this made Jaye look down with narrowed eyes. Why had the hunters done such a thing? Did they have no heart? Did they not think about the consequences of their actions? Jaye had wondered those types of questions ever since his family had been taken away, but he knew he'd never get answers.

As the young cub continued to walk as silently as he could through the jungle, he kept his ears held high. He had learned to always keep his eyes peeled and his ears up. And it was because of this that he stopped walking; he had heard something. No. Not something. Someone. Someone walking; someone with paws, it sounded like. Jaye smelled the air, then his eyes widened. It was a tiger, he could tell. Jaye slowly took a step forward, hesitantly. He was wondering whether or not he should go see who it was. Then again, they could be dangerous...Jaye sighed. It was worth a shot, wasn't it? With a small shrug, he walked forward, following the sound of their footsteps.

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Shyrka padded stealthily through the quiet jungle. Her belly rumbled loudly and she muttered under her breath. Jumping onto the large fallen tree that marked the edge of her territory, Shyrka studied the motionless foliage through naroowed eyes. The disgusting scent of humans hung heavily in the air and she spat, revolted. They had just been through here recently, with their cold metal beasts, shooting her hapless kin. No doubt there were a few parentless cubs wandering around somewhere.

Shyrka nosed the air as a new scent came wafting towards her. Hm. A young female, by the taste of it. She turned her back abrubtly and scored her claws down the tree's bark, then settled down to wait and see what happened.

[wittington xx]

Normally, Adan would tromp through the trees and vines. Now that the hunters had made a larger comeback, though, the large part-Sumatran male tiger had to watch his every move. He carefully knit his paws through the leaves and dense trees, trying his hardest not to make a single sound. And to think, I'm only going to get a drink of water! These hunters have changed the simplest of things,he scoffed to himself.
On any other day, the travel between the narrow river and Adan's den was only a short half mile - emphasis on short. Now, whenever he was feeling thirsty, he had to trek to the river quiet as his feet could carry him, prolonging the trip. Apon arriving, the tiger analyzed every bit of his surroundings. From the scent of forest deer to the trickle of water, the slight rustle of leaves in the breeze, Adan was convinced that the hunters weren't watching him as he lapped up the water. Pulling his head back up, he gave a short snuff through his nostrils and looked around once again. The deer didn't seem like such a bad idea right then, but he decided against it. He turned for the forest again, but not heading toward his den. There wasn't any left-over prey at Adan's small den, so it proved no importance to him at the moment. His intentions, instead, were to look for a mate. Not even a mate, really. Just another cat to talk to - he had gathered quite the amount of lonesome, not having anyone to chat about things with.